Clarissa closed her eyes and tilted her head back, allowing the water to cascade over her face and hair. Jordan was greeting the last group of friends, and she had excused herself. She was dog tired. The farewell party had been fun and Jordan had a couple of cute friends, but now she needed to feel him deep inside her.
She was glad the year was done. She had followed a grueling schedule, and she put in a lot of hard work.
And it had paid off. She had graduated summa cum laude at Princeton, top of her class. Jordan had kept her fit. He was a jock, waking her up at 5AM, three days a week for a four mile jog. Afterward they would burn more calories in bed, then off to classes. She was going to miss him and the routine she had become used to, but she had bigger fish to fry. And more men to screw.
She heard the shower door open and spun around. Jordan stood naked in the door, a boyish grin plastered on his face. “Boo.”
She punched his shoulder playfully. “You startled me.”
He was damn sexy. He didn’t have a bodybuilder’s body, but he was captain of the university water polo team, and hours of training had left him broad-shouldered and ripped.
He held up his hands in a defensive gesture, then moved closer and started kissing her shoulder, making his way down her breast. Cupping her boob, he flicked his tongue over her nipple, then nibbled it softly.
She moaned as he gave the other breast the same treatment. The warm water heated their bodies, a feint smell of sandalwood and pine needles drifting up from his skin. Clarissa shivered as she felt her nipples tighten beneath his probing tongue.
He stood up and gazed down at her for a moment, his green eyes searching her face. “I want you,” he said to her, then he slowly kissed her, his tongue dancing with hers, then gently biting her lower lip with his teeth. “Don’t go,” he mumbled, letting her lip go reluctantly.
She looked up at him, wrapping her arm around his neck and placing one hand on his face and kissed him passionately. She wanted him too and began to feel a gentle tingle between her legs as her desire for him grew. They pulled each other in tightly, opening their mouths longingly and aggressively receiving each other’s tongues.
Clarissa gently fondled him, massaging his sack and then knelt down in front of him, and flicked her tongue over his head. His cock grew as she took his shaft completely into her mouth. Jordan groaned as she hollowed her cheeks and slowly drew his length through her lips, then sucked him back in. His hips moved with the motion of her head, first slowly and gently, then more firmly as he held the back of her head with both hands.
Clarissa allowed his shaft to slide in and out of her mouth, massaging his sack with her one hand as she yanked his cock rhythmically with the other. He started ramming his hips forward, fucking her mouth urgently, tremors running down his legs.
“Shit Clarissa, wait, not yet...,” he groaned.
She glanced up at him and grinned, then blew softly on his swollen head.
He smiled back and gently pulled her up. “Your turn.”
Jordan bent down and gave her a long lick from the bottom of her shaven slit, his tongue probing, pleasurably darting in and out of her folds and circling her clit. She shuddered and groaned, grabbing his hair. “Oh, don’t stop,” she gasped.
She let out a sharp moan as he licked again, and she lifted her leg as he pulled it over his shoulder to give him full access. He sucked on her and flicked his tongue around her clit, then slid two fingers inside her and pushed his tongue down hard on her pleasure point. She couldn’t bear it any longer. “I need you to fuck me now,” she said, shivering in anticipation.
“Turn around,” he said huskily, standing up, his erect cock bouncing up and down as the blood throbbed through it.
She felt Jordan’s hands on her shoulders. She closed her eyes and smiled as he pulled her in close, wrapping his arms around her waist and gently kissing her on the shoulder, massaging her buttocks with his erect manhood, teasing her by pushing it between the cleft of her buttocks, rubbing it up and down.
Comforting steam billowed around them as he reached over her shoulder for a bottle of oil warmed up from the heat of the shower. He moved behind her again as she closed her eyes and tilted her head forward.
He delicately pushed her hair to the side as he poured warm oil down her back and massaged it in, rubbing her back and shoulders tenderly. His hands traced their way down her spine and he slid one hand along her lower back, over her bottom and then down between her legs. He massaged her, working his fingers in and out of her as she moaned with pleasure.
“Oh, fuck me Jordan,” Clarissa groaned. “I need you inside me.”
“Relax,” he breathed, his voice deep and passionate.
Jordan wrapped his arm around her waist and the other was fondling her, deep inside. She leaned back on to his shoulder, turning her head to the side, opening her mouth to kiss him. She felt his stiff manhood bulge against her buttocks, only increasing her desire for him.
“Must you leave?” he asked softly, gently kissing her.
Clarissa swallowed hard. “Make love to me,” she whispered, urging him, almost whimpering. “Please make love to me,” she pleaded. Her insides were now throbbing, and she was unable to bear the urgent need she felt for him. She leaned forward, placed her hands flat against the tiled wall, shifted her feet apart and lifted her bottom, inviting him in.
Jordan obliged. He grabbed her hips, then slowly slid his cock down her butt cheeks, massaging her folds seductively. He traced his cock down the cleft of her bum, over her asshole and slowly slid it against her lips, then up again, teasing her, causing her to whimper in anticipation. She felt her hole clench as he pushed his cock against her asshole, almost entering her, then pulling out. He slowly made his way down towards her slit, then slowly pushed his cock inside.
Her moist slit resisted, but then his cock slipped in and she gasped as he entered her from behind. She felt every ridge and pattern on his cock inside of her, and it grew bigger as she clenched it inside, hard. He slowly pushed even deeper, then slowly, agonizingly slowly, pulled it back out.
She couldn’t say a word, could barely breath properly as he pushed back in, her bottom automatically moving back into him, straining to feel every last pleasurable inch of his girth inside of her.
The warm water spilled down over them as he slowly thrust in and out of her. She pushed her bottom back with every forward thrust, forcing his cock deeper inside, breathing in shallowly with each pleasurable push.
“I love you,” Jordan whispered, moaning into her ear, gently fondling her breasts. "Don't go."
She ignored his words, concentrating on the feeling as he slid into her, the tingling warmth spreading from her insides to the rest of her body.
The intensity built, and everything inside of her began tightening around him, she felt the pull in her lower abdomen, causing her to contract, holding him tight.
Clarissa cried out with intense pleasure. Her legs trembled and her heart pounded as the sensory delight reached its peak, every thrust causing a wave of erotic stimulation exploding inside of her. Jordan rammed her hard from behind, moaning with pleasure, one hand on her shoulder, forcing her body back with every forward thrust. Then he stopped. She glanced back at him, unable to contain her frustration.
He grinned. “Want more?” he asked, pulling her close to him.
She swallowed. “Please,” she stammered, the disappointment of not having him inside her overwhelming.
He led her out of the shower, then picked her up and carried her to the bed, and gently placed her down. She immediately opened her legs as he bent over her, guiding his cock towards her wet sheath.
Again he teased her, slowly pushing his head over her lips and pushing it halfway in, then pulling it out. She lay back and turned her head to the side, then closed her eyes and bit her thumb. This was the most pleasurable torture she had ever endured.
Jordan slipped his cock deep inside, then lifted her leg over his shoulder, grinding away at her from a delicious angle, fondling her breast and pinching her nipples as he rode her hard. He upped the pace and rammed her harder and faster until it felt like her insides were going to explode from pleasure. He slowed down, then slapped her leg, hard. “Talk to me, Clarissa.”
She groaned as the pleasurable feeling of him ramming her subsided.
“Fuck me, Jordan, screw me hard,” she begged, urging him on by lifting her ass of the bed.
Jordan ground his cock into her, then pulled out slowly and slapped her again. “Tell me more.”
“Harder, harder, harder,” she shouted and wrapped her legs around his waist as he pounded her. He was starting to breath loudly as he picked up the pace. “Oh, oh, oh,” she moaned to the rhythm of their sexual dance, trying to pull him in deeper, grinding herself into him as far as she could take him.
Her insides clenched around his shaft, clutching and releasing his cock as his slick girth pushed in and pulled out of her. She unclasped her legs and opened them wide, allowing Jordan’s hipbones more space to push deeper into her. He started rubbing her clit with his thumb as he pumped.
“Oh my God, Jordan, I’m going to fucking die,” she shouted as her pussy spasmed involuntarily.
She knew wanted to take a part of him away with her. She swallowed and opened her eyes, then groaned, “I need to feel you cum inside me.”
His eyes were intense, and he nodded, lips pursed. He leaned into her, shaking as he gasped. “I can do this forever.”
She groaned as the pleasure filled every pore of her body, moving up her shoulders and through her trembling arms and down her legs. Her insides convulsed, and she came, but still he didn’t stop, ramming her harder and faster, his cock sliding in and out of her, stroking her spasming pussy with urgency. He pushed deeper, another titillating thrust, and her body started convulsing as she felt the warmth of him filling her up.
Her entire body was glowing from the heat, and it felt like someone had detonated a pleasure bomb in her insides.
Jordan slowed down, panting, thrusting ever shallower, then slipped out his cock and rested his hand on the bed, panting. “Fuck me,” he said, breathing hard, wiping his brow with the back of his arm.
Clarissa looked up and cupped his chin, her hand still trembling. “Give me fifteen minutes and I will,” she said with a mischievous smile.