I dragged a hand over my skin, collecting soap and water, and reached behind me. Luke didn't realize what I was doing until my hand grasped his balls and squeezed, just the tiniest bit, just enough. His hands convulsed around my breasts and he bit down hard on my neck. I spasmed in pleasure. When I regained control of my body I slid my hand up to encircle his cock. The warm slippery pressure of my hand was all he needed. He gripped my shoulders and pushed me forward until I was bent over with my hands braced on the tub. He liberally slathered both of us with soap, lingering on this task. I was squirming and trying to plead without waking up anyone else in the apartment until he finally thrust himself into me as deep as he could go, in one move. He paused for a split second before renewing his thrusts with furious vigor. I could barely contain my whimpering at the painful and wonderful pleasure I felt when his head started slamming into my cervix. My hand strayed to my pubic region and I brought myself to the brink of orgasm, then stopped for a minute and allowed the heat to die down to an ember.
Then I started up again. This time when I came I slammed my other hand against the wall above my head to hold myself steady and to vent all that energy so it didn't come in the form of a scream that would wake people up. This was what Luke had been waiting for. With a quiet grunt he came, deliciously jarring me with forceful thrusts in the aftermath of my own orgasm.
We went out to lunch, then walked back and dropped back into bed. I snuggled against his warm body and burrowed under the covers; I had had a long weekend. We awoke a few hours later when some friends arrived for the three-hour drive back home. We gathered our stuff and trudged out to the car. While Sean and I were standing there waiting for someone to open the trunk, we made eye contact. I felt a thrill of adrenaline, remembering the night before.
All I said was, "Hi, I don't think we've been awake at the same time yet today," and smiled.
He smiled back and made some trivial comment. Since I was the only one looking, he let some of his bottled-up heat from the night before seep into his eyes. My heart sped up and I struggled to breathe normally. We had unfinished business, Sean and I.
To Be Continued
