Without undressing me, he slid the crotch of my panties aside and used his hand to guide his cockhead to my entrance.
"Oh please. Pleeeease. Fuck me, baby. Do it. I want you inside me, do it, please baby, please. Do it, do it. I can't wait. I can't wait," I gasped out, pressing my hips into him with every breath.
Without warning he pressed me up against the shower wall and drove himself into me. Right before I screamed he pressed his hand over my mouth so I wouldn't give us away. I could feel him throbbing in me. He pulled himself almost all the way out and then drove into me again. Slowly, he slid himself out until his swollen cockhead would catch at the entrance of my pussy. He would hold it there, thrust softly, gently, until I started to press back against him, wanting him in me, to feel the fullness. And then he would thrust himself into me so deep I could feel every inch of him inside. Over and over again he thrust. I could feel the wetness dripping out of me.
"More baby. Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't stop!" I moaned.
He knew what I liked. He knew that the slow pull out and hard thrust would get me turned on but that to make me come he was going to have to bang me. Hard. Rough. Dirty.
His hands pinned my wrists against the wall and he started thrusting into me over and over again, his head inside my shirt sucking my nipples and biting them gently. With every thrust it felt like he was going to launch me into the air, each deeper than the last. I started to feel myself clenching as my ass pressed up against the wall. I braced myself for what I knew was next.
"Oh god. I'm going to come. Baby, I love your cock. I love fucking your cock. You're making me come. I'm going to come!" I whispered.
I watched as his eyes started to close and a grunt escaped from him as he thrust himself deeper into me. I recognized those motions. He was going to come, too. Faster and faster. Deeper and deeper. In my head I wanted this to last longer, forever, the feeling just before I came when I could feel every inch of him inside me. But, fuck, I wanted to come. I heard him moan. I grabbed his head and pulled it into me.
"It's time. Let's come," I whispered in his ear. I kissed his neck and sucked his earlobe.
"I'm coming, I'm coming ... ooooooh ..." he moaned as he pressed into me.
I clamped my pussy down on him. Hard. He kept thrusting as I tightened myself around him. I felt my body explode with pleasure, running through me like lightning. I pressed my body into him, riding in rhythm with his thrusting. I wanted to scream and knew I couldn't. He thrust one more time and I felt him pulse once. Twice. The third time I felt it: a load of his cum hitting me on the inside. Then another. Then another. I started to shake knowing how aroused he was, how deep he was in me and watching his eyes roll back and the moan escape his mouth. I came again as he thrust one last time, burying himself to the balls in my pussy, emptying himself in me. I bit my lip to keep from screaming as my eyes rolled back into my head and my body shook from head to toe. I didn't want the feeling to ever stop.
We both slumped against the wall, breathing hard. He backed up and slid out of me. I grabbed some paper towels from the dispenser on the wall and wiped myself up, zipped up my pants. He cleaned himself off. We looked at each other and I shuddered thinking about what we had just done.
I walked out of the locker rooms and started heading back to my position for the next event. I saw another ref hurrying to her position, too. I waved as I looked down at my watch.
"We still have 23 seconds before we start!" I called out.
I smiled to myself. My husband had been right. Plenty of time.
