My Clocking In System

Chapter 28: Shower

Her legs were still locked around me.

She held me there with her whole body, riding out the last of it, her cunt clenching me in long slow waves that weakened, then caught tight again on the next pulse.

My forehead pressed to hers. Her breath ragged against my mouth. Every aftershock of her around me went straight to the base of my spine.

I’d been close since I’d pushed inside her.

My balls had drawn up tight. There was no holding it back any longer.

"Danny." She got it out on a breath.

Her hand fisted weakly in my hair and pulled my forehead harder against hers. Eyes open. Looking right into me. Wrecked. Certain. "Inside me. Come in me. Fill me up. I want to feel it again, every drop. Don’t you dare pull out."

That was it. The thought of finishing in her bare. As deep as my body could reach. Deep enough to fill her up.

I let go.

I came inside her.

Deep.

As deep as I could go.

Not the violent finish of last night.

A long heavy emptying, pulse after pulse, my cock jerking against the deepest part of her, my balls drawing tight with every one. My face buried in her hair. Her arms tight around me. The soft pulse of her still clenching, still milking, taking every drop as I filled her up.

"Yes." Against my shoulder. Soft now. "I can feel it. So deep. God, Danny. I can feel all of it."

Mmh.

We stayed like that. Connected. Her legs still wrapped around me. Still buried inside her, softening slow. Her hand stroking the back of my head. My face in the curve of her neck.

Neither of us said anything for a long time. We didn’t need to.

When I finally slipped out of her I didn’t go far. I rolled us onto our sides and kept her against me. One arm under her neck.

The other across her back. Pulled her in until there was no space left. She tucked her head under my chin. Threw a leg over mine. Her hand flattened on my chest, over the heart that was still coming down, and stayed there.

I held her like that. She held me back. For once neither of us was the first to let go.

I’d spent years getting good at leaving in the morning. Lying here with her hair under my chin and her hand on my heart, I couldn’t work out why I’d ever been any good at it.

Then the cold crept in. The plain fact of being sticky and sweating and needing to move.

"You’re heavy."

"You’re complaining."

"Just stating facts." The half-smile. Sideways. Half-mashed into the pillow. "Christ, Danny. My ribs."

I came off her slow, peeling us apart. The cold of the room hit the wet on both of us at once. She made a small sound that was half complaint and half not.

"Right." She sat up. Hair everywhere. The half-smile starting at one corner again. "Shower. You first. You’re worse."

"Both of us. Saves water."

"It absolutely does not save water and you know it. But fine. Get in."

Her bathroom was small. Old tile.

The smell of her soap I’d been carrying in my head since the helmet strap. Zinc and clean cotton. The shower was a cramped square stall, the kind you couldn’t both stand in without touching. Which I suspected was the point.

The water came on warm with a hiss. Then warmer. The steam took the little mirror in under a minute.

I took the bar of soap from her hand. She looked up at me, the surprise of it. I turned her round by the shoulders and started on her back.

Worked the lather slow down the curve of her spine. Down the swell of her ass. Down her thighs. Washing off last night. Washing off this morning. The water sluiced it all away in long slow runs.

She rested her forehead against the tile and let me. After the first minute her breathing went slow and easy, a kind of breath I hadn’t heard from her yet.

"Mm." Low. Almost nothing. Her head tilting into the heel of my hand.

"You’re doing this very well, Danny Flynn," she said. Eyes closed.

"I’m trying."

"It shows."

The stall was too small for the two of us not to touch and I didn’t try to keep off her.

I crowded in close behind her, my chest against her wet back, soaped the firm curve of her ass and gave it a light tap. Just because it was there. Just because it was hers, and now it was a thing I was allowed to do.

"Oi." A breath of a laugh against the tile. "Behave."

"No," I said, and squeezed instead of behaving.

It had been minutes since I’d come inside her and I was already going hard again.

Of course I was.

Wet and naked and pressed up against her like this, the warm curve of her ass right there against me.

I didn’t hide it. I let her feel it, the length of me stiffening against the small of her back. She went still for a second. Then she pushed back into it. Slow. Deliberate. A roll of her ass that told me she liked exactly where it was.

"Danny." Not a complaint. The opposite.

"I know." I put my mouth to the wet skin of her shoulder. "I’m not going to do anything about it. I just like you knowing what you do to me."

My hands came round her from behind. Up over the flat of her stomach. Up to her tits.

I cupped them both, heavy and slick with soap, the nipples stiffening against my palms, and she let her head fall back onto my shoulder and her ass settle warm against my cock and just let me hold her there, groping her slow under the water while she breathed.

Then she turned in my arms.

Her tits pressed wet and full against my chest, and that did it. That took me the rest of the way hard, my cock trapped stiff between us against her stomach. She felt it.

She looked up at me through the water, dark blonde hair gone dark and slicked down, and the bold girl who’d had her mouth full of me an hour ago went pink. Properly pink. Blushing, in her own shower, after everything we’d already done to each other.

"Stop looking at me like that," she said. Pinker by the second.

"Like what."

"Like you can’t believe it."

"I can’t."

I kissed her. Slow. The water running between our mouths. Her arms came up round my neck.

I backed her gentle against the cold tile, the hard length of me pressed between us, both of us knowing exactly where this could go and neither of us in any rush to get there.

I could have had her again right there. Lifted her, put her against the wall, slid back into her. She’d have let me. She was already lifting onto her toes like her body had decided for her.

I didn’t. Not because I didn’t want to.

Because I’d already had her this morning. I wanted, more than another round, to just stand here in the steam and kiss her with no hurry at all. There’d be time. That was the new thing I was still learning. There’d be time for all of it.

Her knees chose that moment to give.

It happened on a kiss, her whole weight sagging into me at once, and I caught her under the arms before she went down on the wet tile.

"Whoa. I’ve got you."

"My legs." A wrecked little laugh against my mouth. "Danny. My legs have gone again. You’ve actually broken them. Last night and now this morning. They’ve handed in their notice."

"Hold onto me."