She smiled, pulling back. "Now, this is so much more efficient than the shower. We should have started with this," she said in a sassy tone, making me laugh.
"We can continue with this."
"Yeah, it's warming me up much faster than the water did."
We stepped out of the shower, and I handed her a towel before wrapping one around myself.
She looked at me, cocking a brow. "Do you have a bigger towel? This is just going to cover one boob." She put the towel around her to demonstrate her point. It was true. It was too small to cover the whole of her; it covered either her upper body or her lower body. Since I only used a towel to dry off and never wrapped them around me, I only had small ones.
"I don't have anything bigger, but I can give you two towels."
"Okay," she said reluctantly, wrapping the first towel around her lower body and the second one around her upper body.
"I feel like a mummy. This is ridiculous," she said.
Glancing at the pile of wet clothes on the floor, she wrinkled her nose.
"Do you have a dryer?”
"Yeah, it's in the guest bathroom."
"Okay, I'm going to have to put them in right away. Otherwise, I won't have anything to wear tomorrow." She bent at the waist to pick up the clothes. The towel around her lower body fell to the floor, revealing that perfect ass. It drove me insane. I had no idea how I could want this woman all the time with such intensity.
I went closer to her, patting her ass cheeks. She startled, losing her balance and pressing her ass right against my cock.
I groaned. "Mel, fuck."
She stood immediately, turning to face me. "I didn't mean to do that.”
“It turned me on anyway."
She grinned. "Everything turns you on."
“No, not everything, Mel. Just you, only you, all the fucking time."
Her eyes widened. "The dryer," she reminded me, wrapping the towel around herself again.
"Yeah, come on." I picked up my clothes and then led her to the guest bathroom.
“I hope checking off the rest of the items on my list will be just as adventurous,” she said with a laugh. “Though maybe without the freezing our asses off.”
“I’ve got that covered. I’m very good at keeping you warm.”
She laughed. “That you are.”
I couldn’t wait to check off whatever she wanted to do on that list. This was the first time since I found out about the software competition that I was interested in anything else except winning, and it was all thanks to her.
"You think we should wash them first?” she asked when we entered the bathroom. "They smell odd."
"That's a good idea. I have a quick wash cycle, and then we can tumble dry them."
“How fast will they be ready?”
I wrapped an arm around her waist from behind, kissing her neck. “Not until tomorrow morning for sure.”
She tilted her head on my shoulder, looking up at me. “Is that a trick to keep me here?”
“You suggest I need tricks?”
“Hmm... not sure. But I was promised a massage, so that’s an incentive.”
Pushing her hair to one side, I kissed the back of her neck.
"You can't keep your hands to yourself, can you?"
"Should I?" I asked.
She sighed. "No, not at all."
Turning around, she caressed my arms. She smiled coyly, slipping past me, heading back to the master bedroom. I walked right behind her, tugging at both towels until they dropped to the floor. She wiggled her ass, and I palmed the right cheek, kneading it in my hand.
"This bed is decadent," she said, touching one of the four posters with both hands, standing right in front of it.
I positioned myself behind her, pushing her wet hair to one side and kissing the back of her neck, then her shoulders. I moved my hands down her arms and then on her waist, trailing my mouth lower in a straight line down her back until I reached her ass cheeks. I kissed each one of them, gripping her hips even harder. She grabbed the post with both hands as if she needed to steady herself. I liked the way she reacted even to the slightest touch.
I turned her around abruptly. Her eyes widened, and she clasped the post again with her hands behind her back. I nudged her legs apart, kissing up her inner thighs but avoiding her pussy for now. I kissed her right thigh and then the left one, and I felt her shudder in my arms. Only then did I pull her clit between my lips.
"Oh, Dylan."
She dropped her head back. Clenching her thighs, she trapped me between them. I pressed them wide again. I needed her open like this for me. I circled my thumb over her clit before pulling it between my lips again. I did it again and again right until I felt her shudder with her whole body. She had goose bumps on her legs. I kissed up to her navel before turning her around again.
I wanted to keep her on her toes, to keep guessing which part of her I would explore next. While I kissed her shoulder blades, I touched her nipples with my fingers, sliding my cock between her thighs. She clenched them tight, pressing me between her legs. I gripped the side of her waist hard. I was trying to drive her crazy, but I couldn't do that if she pushed me over the edge first. I kept touching her breasts and kissing her back and moving my hips back and forth at a slow, lazy pace. The length of my cock kept rubbing her pussy but not sliding in. I knew I nudged her clit on almost every move because small shudders ran through her each time.
"Climb on the bed," I said into her ear. I needed to be inside her. I couldn't postpone this any longer.
She climbed on all fours, looking over her shoulder seductively.
I took a condom from the nightstand and wasted no time putting it on. She was right at the edge of the bed, and I was standing. Positioning myself at her entrance, I slid inside, grabbing both her ankles and tilting them up a bit. She automatically leaned forward on her arms a bit more, shifting her center of gravity. The angle changed, and she moaned. I was touching a part of her I hadn't before, and she loved that.
I wasn't gentle for long. I couldn't help it, not with Mel. She demanded I give her everything I had, and I couldn't have her any other way. Watching her succumb to me was glorious. It made me want to give her so much pleasure that she’d never want to leave my bed. I moved in and out of her fast, watching her cry out and pull the sheets. She was tightening around me, pulsing already. My thighs were burning from the effort of standing and thrusting, but fuck, if I didn't like it. She tightened even more, and then her knees gave in. She fell on her belly. I pulled back out for a few seconds, but then I climbed on the bed, lying on top of her. I slid my cock back inside, and a groan tore from my chest.
“Fuuuuuuck.”
She felt even tighter than a few seconds ago. I pushed a hand between her and the mattress, working her clit. She was soaking wet and so fucking tight that I was going to lose my mind. She tore at the sheets, pressing her forehead against the mattress but not her mouth. I heard her unmuffled cry, and it was fucking glorious. She came so hard that my climax took me by surprise. It had been barely forming a few seconds ago, but it slammed into me, and I exploded inside her. I was still working her clit, even though she hadn't finished coming, but I was relentless. I wanted to wring out every drop of pleasure. I felt her tighten again right before her cry filled the room as she came a second time.