Ria Tries the Shower

This scene takes place immediately after Ria Tries a New Toy.

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"Fuck, Adriana," Tyler groans as my pussy clenches around him and doesn't let go, my hips jerking out of my control. I keep my legs locked around his waist and my arms around his neck, my body wrapped around his as I slowly come down from the high.

"I didn't use a condom," Tyler says a few minutes after basking in post coital bliss in the steamy shower. I'm on my own two feet, his hands on my waist, mine on his shoulders. His eyes are wide in shock and before he can fall into a mental freak out I slide my hands down his chest and back up to his shoulders.

"I'm on the pill, Tyler. It's okay." He releases a breath and I laugh. "You think I'd have let you come in me if I wasn't?" He looks down at me.

"Not intentionally, but I have enough of an ego to think that you wouldn't be coherent enough to stop me." I shake my head, amused, and change the subject.

"I'm cold,' I tell him, pouting my lip.

"You want to get out? I can make lunch," he offers and I shake my head.

"I'm not hungry yet, but I could go for round two, if you're up for it?" I grin mischievously and he laughs, taking a step back and grabbing a white loofa from the rack hanging from the shower head and a bottle of soap before guiding me to stand under the warm spray.

"It's going to have to wait a few more minutes." He says eyeing me with a smirk.

"You just want to feel me up," I joke and he laughs.

"Very true." He squeezes the Axe onto the loofa and scrunches it in his hand to get bubbles. Slowly, he runs the loofa from my shoulder down my arm and back up, gently grabbing my hand with his free one and lifting it up so he can do the same to the other side of my arm. When he comes back to my shoulder he drags the loofa across my chest and down my right arm, repeating the process before paying close attention to my breasts. I study him as he focuses on washing my body.

His cropped brown hair, intense brown eyes, defined cheekbones and jawline. The vein in his neck pulsating steadily. His arms aren't huge, but they're muscled and obviously strong, his shoulders broad and his chest free of hair. I'm distracted from checking him out when his eyes meet mine, a smirk making its way into his wonderfully full lips.

"Like what you see?" He asks and I laugh, stretching up and stealing a kiss.

"You have an amazing body, Tyler." He doesn't respond, but I can see that he enjoyed the compliment.

Reaching up, Tyler removes the shower head and brings it close to my body, rinsing off the bubbles. With a smirk, he nudges my legs apart and positions the head so a stream of warm water washes over my pussy lips. I hiss at the gush of water on my sensitized lips and clit.

"Fuck," I sigh, biting into my lip at the onslaught of pleasure. Wordlessly, Tyler drops the shower head and crouches down to his knees, gazing up at me. Gently I bring my hands to his hair. The sight of him, of his large body folded before me, has me dizzy.

"I was right. I love the sight of you on your knees before me." I smirk, and he grins, moving his head forward and placing an open mouthed kiss on my stomach, and another a few inches lower, and another on my mons. Gently, he grabs ahold of my thigh, just before my knee and pulls it further out so as to widen my stance. Making eye contact with me, he leans forward and grazes his teeth, then bites one of my puffy lips before delving his tongue into the velvety warmth of my pussy, licking along the slit. My hips jerk against his mouth and a breathy sigh escapes me. He trails the hand up my thigh, dancing his fingers to my ass, grasping one fleshy globe for a moment before sliding his hand between my legs, using his fingers to spread my lips for his exploring tongue.

He hums against me and holy fuck, the vibrations combined with his skillful tongue have me trembling and seeing stars. I tighten my fingers into a fist, grasping his hair and grinding myself into his hot mouth.

"Just like that. Oh, Fuck. Please don't stop. Please. Please. Please. Ahh." I focus on the feel of his mouth on me, on his tongue delving in and out of my pussy, his hands gripping my ass and his nose bumping my clit. I grip his hair tighter, my nails digging into my palms and my knuckles turning white as the pleasure builds in my stomach, tightening my body like a bow, until I'm a trembling, whimpering, writhing mess. I squeeze my eyes closed, begging Tyler to keep going. To not stop.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh, please, Ty." Without warning, Tyler bites my clit and I explode. A silent wail leaving my gaping mouth. I try to push him away, to close my thighs and fight the pleasure washing through my body in waves, but Tyler just tightens his grip on my hips and holds me to his mouth as he laps up my juices, his thick tongue swiping at my overly sensitive slit. Black spots dance across my vision and I'm honestly afraid I'm going to pass out. Thankfully, the spots clear and I'm left exhausted as I slowly descend from the high of my orgasm.

Tyler tilts his head and gazes up at me, amusement and arousal clear in his eyes. "Adriana." He says, my name sounding erotic on those lips of his.

"Yes, Officer?" I ask, smiling.

"Hands." I look at where my hands are fisted in his hair and I grin, releasing my hold, dragging my hands down to cup his face.

"Kiss me." A slow smile spreads across his face and he shakes his head, getting to his feet.

"As you wish." And then his lips are on mine and it's blissful. I've found that the only way I can escape the stress of reality is to be with him. Some people turn to drugs or alcohol. Some become exercise fanatics. I've become addicted to Tyler. And I know it can't end well. But like a moth drawn to a flame, I can't seem to walk away.