Showered and Suddenly On Top

The door clicks shut, locked. She stands there, still glistening from the shower, towel barely clinging to her hips. Her nipples are tight under the thin fabric, and the scent of her soap—something clean, something warm—fills the room. I barely have time to sit up before she’s on me, straddling my waist, wet skin sliding against mine. Her hands push my shoulders back into the bed as she leans down, teeth grazing my ear. “You just gonna lie there?” The towel drops. Her bare thighs press against my hips, already grinding slow and deliberate. I can feel her heat, the soft, slick mess between her legs rubbing against my cock through my jeans. She reaches down, pops the button, tugs the zipper. “Better,” she murmurs, wrapping her fingers around me. Her grip is firm, wet from her own arousal. “Now stay still.” I don’t. My hands grab her waist, pulling her harder against me. She laughs, low and breathless, before sinking down.

Her thighs squeeze around my hips, grinding down in slow, filthy circles—no mercy, just the slick heat of her cunt pressing through my jeans, teasing the rigid outline of my cock. She exhales sharply, nails dragging down my chest as she lifts just enough to grab my wrist. "Fucking touch me already," she demands, voice ragged. Her fingers wrap around mine, shoving them between her legs. The second my fingertips graze her folds, she shudders, soaked and swollen. "There—right there." I don't need direction. My middle finger slides through her slick, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over her clit. She bucks against my hand, a broken moan tearing from her throat as her hips jerk. "God, yes—" Her breath hitches when I push two fingers inside, curling just right. Her cunt clenches around them, dripping down my knuckles as she rides my hand, chasing her rhythm. "Look at you," I grind out, thumb pressing harder against her clit. "Fucking yourself on my fingers like you can't wait." She doesn’t answer—just whines, thighs shaking, her entire body tensing as I drag her closer to the edge. Her moans pitch higher, desperate. "Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop—" I don’t. Not until she’s coming with a choked cry, cunt pulsing around my fingers, wetness spilling over my hand. Her chest heaves as she slumps forward, but I’m already flipping her onto her back, yanking my jeans down. "My turn."

--- Her nails rake down my back as I surge forward, pinning her beneath me. "That’s it," she gasps, arching up to meet me. My cock slides through her soaked folds, dragging a ragged moan from her lips. "Fuck—don’t tease." I barely get the word *"Wait—"* out before she shoves me onto my back, her mouth crashing against mine as her fingers tear at my belt. The buckle clatters to the floor, her hand shoving my jeans down just enough to free my cock. "*Fucking finally,*" she mutters, spit slicking her palm before she strokes me, hard, her thumb swiping over the leaking tip. I hiss, hips jerking, but she doesn’t give me a second to think—just leans down and takes me in one greedy swallow, her tongue flattening against the underside. "*Christ—*" My hand fists in her hair as she bobs, hollowing her cheeks, her lips stretched tight around me. She moans around my cock, the vibration rippling through me, and I can’t stop my thrusts, fucking up into that wet heat. She pulls off with a filthy pop, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before yanking my shirt over my head. Then, in one fluid motion, she straddles me, grinding her bare cunt against my length, her slick coating me as she rocks forward. "Feel that?" she breathes, her tits swaying above me. "How fucking wet you make me?" I grab her hips, forcing her down harder, my cock dragging through her folds. "Ride it, then," I growl. "Get yourself off on me." She whimpers, her clit bumping against my shaft as she grinds in harsh, uneven circles. "Oh *fuck*—" Her nails dig into my chest, her thighs trembling. "Need you inside—*now*—" I flip her, pinning her beneath me, and she spreads her legs wide, her cunt glistening. "Beg for it." "*Please,*" she pants, arching up. "Fuck me raw—I want to feel you *split* me—" I don’t make her ask twice.

Her breath hitches as I push inside, her cunt stretching tight around my cock. "*Fuck,*" she hisses, fingers clawing at my shoulders. "Harder—don't hold back." I don't. My hips snap forward, driving deep in one brutal stroke. She cries out, back arching off the bed, her wet heat clamping down around me. "*Yes—like that!*" Her legs lock around my waist, heels digging into my ass as I start a rough, relentless pace. Every thrust punches a choked moan from her throat, her tits bouncing with each snap of my hips. "*God, you feel—*" Her words dissolve into a gasp as I angle deeper, hitting that spot that makes her thighs shake. She reaches between us, rubbing her clit in rough, frantic circles. "*Don’t stop—I’m so close!*" "*Come on my cock,*" I growl, slamming into her harder. "*Let me feel it.*" Her whole body seizes—a shuddering cry tears from her lips as she clenches around me, wetness gushing between us. I don’t slow down, fucking her through it, my own release building fast. "*Inside—I need it inside,*" she whimpers, nails raking down my back. I groan, hips stuttering as I bury myself to the hilt and come, pulse after pulse filling her. She gasps, cunt milking me as I grind deep, both of us panting, slick with sweat. She collapses back, chest heaving, but her fingers are already trailing down my stomach—smirking. "*Again.*"

Her smirk turns wicked as she tightens around me, my cock still buried deep inside her. I haven’t even softened, and she’s already rolling her hips, grinding against me with deliberate, slow circles. "*You’re not done,*" she murmurs, dragging her nails up my thighs. I hiss, gripping her waist. "*Fuck—you’re insatiable.*" She arches, her wet walls fluttering around me, coaxing me back to full hardness. "*Prove it,*" she taunts, dragging her fingers through the mess between us before pressing them to my lips. I suck them clean, tasting her—and the salt of my own release—before flipping us again, pinning her down. "*You want it again?*" I growl, thrusting hard, making her gasp. "*Then take it.*" Her legs lock behind me, pulling me deeper as I set a punishing rhythm. Every snap of my hips punches a ragged moan from her lips, her cunt gripping me like a vise. "*I can feel you getting harder—*" she pants, her hands roaming my sweat-slicked chest. I bite down on her shoulder, muffling my groan as she clenches around me. "*Come with me this time,*" I demand, grinding deep, hitting that spot that makes her vision blur. Her breath hitches—then shatters as her orgasm tears through her, her whole body trembling beneath me. The second I feel her tighten, I lose control, spilling into her with a ragged groan, my thrusts turning erratic, desperate. She whimpers, thighs shaking, as I collapse onto her, both of us wrecked. But her fingers are already in my hair, tugging. *"Once more."*