Unloced

I threw my phone on our bed, leaving it unlocked purposely with one message unsent to whatever this latest man's name was, which is immaterial to me. I wanted him to read it. I headed to the bathroom as he was coming into our room to get ready for bed I assumed. I was excited not to prolong what I started on my cell with my latest online lover in the shower.

There'd been a few.

Here's what I wrote:

"I know you're reading this even though it's a clear violation of my privacy and trust but don't stop. I've done worse.

I want you to scroll up. This is how I want to feel, to be touched and fucked. I'm in the shower ... "

I know it was a calculated, a little manipulative and even a cowardly means of communicating what I'd wanted to say for months, but hopefully effective.

Maybe it was anger that lured him to the bathroom to confront me or out of curiosity about what I was using to play with myself. I was enjoying my waterproof Lelo Sono vibrator massaging my clit in all the right places and generating a soft moan from deep within me that couldn't be heard over the hot water.

I heard the door crack open, but I didn't let it break my rhythm it's not like I didn't know who it was. He saw me, one foot on the edge of the tub which allowed my legs to spread apart and open my lips to the flicking sucking motion that made my knees weak every so often.

He stood by the door for only a few minutes, he'd gotten naked and was hard, stroking his length, massaging his girth, and watching me through the clear shower curtain. He'd obviously read my message.

Before I knew it, he was standing in front of me and pulled the shower curtain back. The lemon wedges design scrunched together letting in the cool air which met my hot wet skin and gave me goosebumps, but the steam helped to warm me back up.

"Are you coming in?" I asked, lowering my eyes to meet his from the ceiling where they'd rolled back to, but just for a moment.

He didn't answer. He just glared at me with a look comprised of contempt and lust and stroked his cock harder gripping onto the edge of the shower stall with his free hand to stabilize himself, silent except for the heavy breathing and small grunts.

Between the heat in the small bathroom and his physical exertion, the perspiration was starting to show on his forehead.

I kept my gaze on him, relentlessly pleasuring my pink pearl but it was a hard balancing act to keep from slipping, but I lost my grip and it was either slip and fall or drop the vibrator.

It fell rather noisily still buzzing away, I was bending over to pick it up and I heard a pause in his breathing.

Then his rough hot hands were on my hips bending me over. His creamy wet tip found its way to my asshole; poking, slowly prying its way forward to a tight and warm space. I braced myself on the shower wall, creating a double contrast, my warm chocolate skin-toned breasts pinned to the cold white tile; my mouth open, surprised by his aggression and quieted into submission.

His pace quickened after he'd made the initial entry, and he pushed harder.

"Is this what you want, huh? To be fucked in the ass?" Finally, an utterance of words came with whaps to either butt cheek, immediately stinging from him.

All I could manage was a throaty, "Uhhmhmm".

"Get out of the tub."

Without hesitation, I did and stood in front of him shivering, quivering from the inside out wanting him to finish what me and my purple Sono had started.

"Sit on the edge of the tub and open your filthy slut mouth," it had an angry edge to it that excited me even more. I lowered myself shivering and sat on the edge of the tub the cold porcelain a welcome relief to my red and ruddy behind.

I sucked his knob with a passion he'd never expected or experienced from me. I know he wanted to hold onto his anger, but I could feel it subsiding, his body was less tense, but his cock couldn't have been any stiffer.

I slurped, sputtered, and gagged, cupping his balls when he took over, controlling the speed and how much I took in until the gush of hot mess filled my mouth. I won't lie, I hate swallowing, but it happened so fast that the first spurt went down. For the second round of spunk, I let it dribble out of my mouth, it slid so slowly down my chin and had nearly congealed before what could drip found its way to my chest.

He stepped back from me flushed and breathy, "You look like a dirty whore, wash off."

I stepped back in the tub and kicked my Lelo Sono to the back, still vibrating with a hum.

This time he joined me, and we washed each other with warm soapy brown sugar body wash, extra gently in all of my sexual crevices.

He leaned his down until he was close enough to whisper in my ear, "You could have just told me what you wanted."

"Yes, but my way was more fun" my mind already reeling with ideas, plotting the text message to him, or whoever.

Elle

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