Stolen

Part 9: Steamy

He leant in close until their faces were nearly touching, and she backed off but soon hit the shower wall. Everly grabbed her around her face and waist and his lips met hers, the water from the showerhead falling down like rain around them. Marilynn inhaled sharply through her nose and tried to pull away, but he held her fast, his mouth very nearly eating hers with a sort of hunger that struck her with terror. She couldn't breathe until Everly surfaced, staring down at her with an unreadable expression and a heaving chest.

He grabbed shampoo from the shower basket and squirted a spot of it onto his palm, put his hands on her cheeks and ran them up through her hair. He rubbed the soap into her scalp and his hands travelled lower, rubbing her back and stomach.

Everly slipped his fingertips in between her folds and rubbed her clit. She briefly made eye contact with him and he looked up grinning like a devil, rubbing harder. Marilynn turned her head to the side, whimpering when his fingers went deeper. She tried to jerk her arms out of the rope; her legs felt rubbery and were about to give way when she glanced down and saw his erect dick pressing against her lower stomach.

Removing his fingers, Everly took his member in his hands and eased it into her. The first stroke hit a nerve she wasn't even aware of and she heard herself moan with the last of her breath before he grabbed her hips and began thrusting himself in and out at a faster pace. Marilynn's breath escaped her and her screams seemed to melt into moans. She didn't want to enjoy it, but inside of that steamy shower she felt a fevered flush rest on her cheeks and knew she did.

Everly stopped to reach up and turn the shower off. Marilynn wondered what he was doing until he picked her up with both hands, and, holding her against him, stepped out of the bathtub, still dripping wet from the shower.

She had to cling to him with only her legs so he wouldn't drop her, while his hands held her back and ass as he brought her to the bedroom.

Everly's member was still buried inside her; each time he took a step, she felt something better than pain run through her numb arms and into her fingertips, that was, until he pulled himself out of her and threw her onto the bed.

He gripped her thighs, and, pushing them apart, he lay on top of her, adding more weight to her bound arms while beginning his game again. In, out, in, out, in, out without stop.

Everly whispered between thrusts, his lips brushing her neck, "You l... like... this, don't -" he gasped "- don't you... I know... you d- do."

"Nn-nhh-oh," Marilynn moaned, an attempt to deny it, but it brought back the feeling of Sprite on a hot summer day, going for a run at midnight, showing her father something she'd colored for him.

Shit! Why did she have to associate those with - with this?

The memories kept rushing in like an unstoppable rainstorm, carefully guarded memories that she didn't even know what to feel about before. Now, they were being dredged up from the once-still lake of her mind and being cast into the light.

He chuckled, and the kiss that followed stretched into his mouth searching for more, their tongues simultaneously wrestling and entwining like a single beast at war with itself. The ragged breath from his nose was hot on her face, and the need to breathe, the mounting tension in her core and the combined heat radiating off of both Everly and herself was overwhelming. She wanted it to stop, she needed it to leave, go away, and yet the same rainstorm drive of feelings rose up and made her want so. Much. More.