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Jun 26

Sprayed and Pounded

This is the third story in a series. If you would like to start at the beginning, read When the Sheets Talk.

I was jealous of the spa-rock floor pounded by the shower spray. I wanted a pounding, and it wasn’t happening.

Impaled on Rafe’s cock, he wanted to hear about Mara. I was embarrassed. No, I wasn’t. I needed to own my desires, but I wanted to keep that experience for myself. The problem was I didn’t hide things from him.

Rafe pulled me from my thoughts when his fingertips melded into my skin. His cock throbbed inside me. He sensed that I waivered, contemplating what to do. His teeth landed on that tendon on my shoulder, my spot of ecstasy. Adding his tongue and lips to the exploration, I dropped my head back. Rafe’s mouth produced magic here. He nibbled along my neck as he gripped my ass and when he reached my jawline, I caved. The words blurted out.

“I liked Mara’s technique better than yours.”

I worried he’d stop kissing me, but he didn’t. Instead, Rafe pumped his pelvis sending his cock deeper inside of me.

Needing to see him, I lifted my head. He nailed me with the intensity of his raw desire which pressed my buttons. I recognized that look. We were locked in for the final countdown.

“Her tongue was like velvet.” Rafe smiled.

Watching me, he created a rhythm. It caused body memories of Mara’s tongue work to flood me.

“Mara had a light touch. She teased me to come out and play.”

“Mmmmm, yes.”

Forehead to forehead, I smelled his want. My ass dragged across his hairy legs as he clutched my hips pulling me closer with every pelvic thrust.

“Her tongue danced on my clit.”

“And you liked it?”

I hesitated for a brief second. “I loved it.”

“You want more.”

“Yes.”

“I do, too.”

Rafe continued his stroking pace. This master of orgasm construction worked magic.

“Yes, Rafe.”

“Give me more.”

His words surrounded me like a warm towel, comforting and secure.

“She wrapped her lips around my clit as I do your cock.”

Rafe groaned. That was the detail he wanted.

“She sucked hard. She nipped me. Her teeth grazed…” I sunk my nails into Rafe’s shoulder blades.

“She swirled her tongue.”

His moan erupted, along with his orgasm. Fingerprints would reside on each cheek after this powerful grip. And then Rafe let me have it. Hard. With frenzied hammering, he took me with him.

The water splattered on the shower floor.

Our quietening gasps encircled the space. A lavender scent hung in the air. Locked together in a body embrace on the bench, I blew out one long breath.

“You get me, Beth.”

I ran my fingers through his wet hair and kissed his forehead.

“You get me, too.”

“I would like for the three of us to talk…”

“Before we become a ménage.”

Rafe chuckled.

“I want you to have time alone with Mara.”

“You do? Why?”

“I feel it when you think no one is watching. It’s the look you get when you’re around Mara. It’s yearning.”

“Rafe, I think I’ve denied it.”

“That’s why I invited her over.”

“You know what I want better than I do, Rafe.”

“We continue to learn each other’s wants.”

“Yeah.”

“I bet you have ideas swirling around in your mind.”

I tilted my head and gazed into Rafe’s expressive face.

“Yes, discovery ideas. If you have any suggestions, I expect you to share.”

His cock came to life inside me.

“I always will.”

Writing for Masturbation Monday. Click for choices in erotic stories.

1 comment

  1. Mischa Eliot

    I must admit, this is still my favorite Rafe story. I think there could be so much more to him and his ladies.

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