Page 18 of Midnight Snack

“What?” she repeats.

“I don’t understand what you just said.”

“I don’t either now because you’re getting naked and it’s very distracting.”

I grin at her. “You find me distracting?”

“Don’t be obtuse. You’re hot. Everyone knows you’re hot.”

I crowd into her, pinning her back against the shower wall. “I don’t care what everyone thinks. I want to know what you think?”

“Are you fishing for compliments?”

“Maybe.”

“Do you really struggle to keep it in your pants around me?” she asks.

I press my body against hers, letting my hard dick press into her soft stomach. “Do you really not know how much I want you?”

“I just assumed you were a flirt.”

I shake my head. “I’m going to kiss you so if you don’t want that, you might want to exit the shower.”

She stares up at me with her dark eyes, then peels off her soaked shirt and drops it on the floor. She starts working on her pants, but I’m mesmerized by the way her wet bra is nearly translucent on her skin.

“I’m not going anywhere. So now what are you going to do?” she taunts.

I grip her ass and lift, forcing her to wrap her legs around my body. Her slip-on shoes drop to the floor with little splashes.

Then I kiss her. My mouth slants across hers and I take what I’ve wanted from the moment I saw her in that audition tape.

She tastes like milk and cookies after a bad day at school. And feels like fresh sheets straight from the dryer. She is that first beam of sunlight after a week of rain. She is the end all and be all of everything good in this world. And I’m going to do whatever it takes to make her mine.

Her hands play across my back muscles, and she grinds her pussy against me. Then she sucks on my tongue. It’s enough to make me come in my shorts. So I pull back from her slightly.

“You’re going to make me come too fast,” I tell her, pressing my forehead against hers.

“You’re going to make me come too fast,” I tell her, pressing my forehead against hers.

“That’s okay. It would be very sexy to watch you,” she says. Then she pulls me down for another kiss. Her lips part and our tongues meet in the middle, sliding against one another. We kiss and kiss until we’re both panting.

She wiggles until I lower her to the ground where she promptly disposes of her soaked undergarments. And then she’s standing in front of me, every delicious curve dripping from the shower.

Then she’s reaching for the waistband of my boxers.

I still her hand. “Are you sure, Sweetness? We don’t have to do anything.”

“Do you not want to?”

“Oh, fuck, I want to more than anything.”

I let her remove my boxers and then her hand is wrapping around to fist my cock.

“Fuck, Caroline.”

“Exactly. Fuck Caroline. Do it, Damien. I’m aching for you.”

I grab her and lift her again, kissing the hell out of her. Then I’m notching myself at her slick channel, and she slides down my dick, impaling herself.