"I'm only here for a few more days," I reminded him.
"All the more reason to enjoy it while I can." He was only an inch or two taller than I, but at that moment, as close as he was, he seemed much larger. He brought his face closer, and I could feel his eyelashes feathering against my skin as he blinked. His lips hovered over mine - not yet touching. The anticipation of a kiss was somehow more exciting and erotic than a kiss itself.
Bryce slid his tongue along my lower lip, beckoning my mouth to open. Even though I knew it was coming, I shivered at the sensation of his tongue connecting with my own. He then tucked his left hand up, under my shirt, and caressed my lower stomach with his nimble fingers. I pulled my mouth away from his and brought it to his ear.
"Do you have any idea," I whispered, "how awful you smell?"
Bryce chuckled and nipped at my damp, lower lip. "I should take a shower."
"You think? I mean, I'm very close to gagging."
"Sexy," he huffed out a soft laugh.
"Go on," I urged. "I'm not going anywhere."
Bryce shook his head, grabbed me by the hand and pulled. "I have a better idea."
I swooned and gripped his hand. Together we tripped up the stairs. His impatience and my excitement made our steps awkward and fumbling. Bryce threw open his bedroom door and yanked me across the room and into the attached bathroom. He pulled me close, winding his big, strong arms around me.
"Nice bathroom." And it was. It was spacious and bright, with expensive decor. Kitchens and bathrooms were the most important rooms in any house. A fact Bryce, or his decorator, obviously knew.
"Thanks. Now, take off your clothes." Spinning from me, he slid open the clear glass door and turned the shiny knobs making warm water rain down. When he spun back around, he was pleased to see that I had followed his direction.
"You are so beautiful," he grinned. I immediately felt bashful and crossed my arms in front of myself, hiding. Bryce groaned into a laugh and pulled each of my arms down from across my chest. "You have no reason to hide. You look amazing."
It was my turn to chuckle, and I did so, embarrassed. Bryce's words were sweet but did little to soothe my discomfort. I wasn't muscular like he was. I wasn't chiselled or well-shaped like he was. My sides were flabby and my skin loose, and as I stood naked before him, I was acutely aware of that truth. He pulled me close, covering my less-than-perfect body with his own, more appealing form.
He leaned in and kissed me. Then trailed his lips downward, making short sucking stops at my neck, my nipples, my stomach and then lower. I squeezed my eyes shut and allowed my head to fall back. After a few minutes, I could feel Bryce pull away and rise to his feet. When I opened my eyes, I found that he had removed his thin, black underwear, and I choked on the lust that raged through me.
He stepped back into the clear, glass shower and pulled me toward him, pressing his hard body against mine. We stood chest to chest, our lower regions touching, rubbing against each other. He kissed me again, sucking playfully on my bottom lip.
As the warm water cascaded down over our naked flesh, we explored each other with lathered hands. I ran suds through his hair, down across the smooth skin of his back, and lower still, until I was cupping his firm ass. I nuzzled my face into the creak of his collar bone, nibbling and kissing upward until our mouths found each other once more.
Bryce pressed me against the tiled wall, grinding his hips into my thigh. My instinct was to spin around, arch my back and beg him to claim me. But when I tried to turn, Bryce held me in position. "Not yet. I want to enjoy you."
Bryce gripped the length of me in his hand, stroking slowly and tightly, and I grew even harder in the cave of his palm. He kissed down my torso, slithering lower and lower until his knees planted on the wet porcelain surface. He gave me a satisfied grin before using his tongue to taste me.
Then there was no more smiling when his mouth became otherwise occupied. He licked slowly up my shaft, savouring my reaction to his movement. Then he parted his lips and took me in.
I moaned and rolled my hips, sliding myself in and out of his mouth. It was warm and tight, and I could feel his tongue swirling around me. I heard a virile sound, halfway between a moan and a growl, full of need and want. It took me a moment to realize it was I who had made it. Planting my feet, I leaned against the shower wall and placed my hands against the back of his head, running my fingers through his wet hair.
My hair too was wet from the shower that rained down on us. Droplets slipped down from my bangs and gathered into my eyes, but at that moment, I couldn't care less. I closed them, tilted my head back against the wall and enjoyed. Arching my hips, I pushed myself into the back of Bryce's throat. He accepted me fully and made a sound of pleasure - an erotic hum that vibrated through us both.
It felt amazing, but I wanted more. The desire to touch Bryce, to grind with him, to grasp his lean hips with my wet palms and guide him into me, consumed me. I needed to feel his hardness pushing into my body.
I grasped Bryce by the shoulders and lured him back up to his feet. He wore a satisfied expression that told me he knew how close to orgasm he had brought me already. I pulled him toward me, smashing his sculpted chest against mine, loving the feeling of his hard body. Wrapping my right leg around him, I held our bodies together as we kissed deep. For a moment, I could taste myself on his tongue.
I reached down between us and gripped him firmly. Stroking and pulling until I could feel him throbbing within my grasp. After several hot minutes, I released him and turned to face the shower wall. Bryce methodically kissed up my spine, to my shoulders, and then to the sensitive skin on the back of my neck. I hummed and pushed my hips backwards, grinding against his groin. Bryce pushed right back. I released a groan, full of both satisfaction and further yearning.
I could feel his erection. Slippery and wet, it teased up and down the cleft of my tailbone. A few short inches from the tight cavern we both wanted him to enter. Then, holding my hips with his strong hands, he lined me up and pushed. My breath hitched. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried not to scream as my muscles tensed, stretched and moulded around him.
The first few careful thrusts had me gasping. As the thrusts became more urgent, so too did the sounds that escaped me. Soon, Bryce had me moaning, begging, wanting more, harder, faster. I threw my arms back and grabbed his ass, bringing him closer, plunging him deeper inside me.
"Kiss me," he commanded, and I did what I was told, tilting my head to the side and back so our lips and tongues could meet. I kissed him again and again. He rotated his hips, and I could feel his thrusts reach a new, uncharted part of me. Pleasure overstimulated my senses as he rubbed over my sensitive prostate. My eyes began to roll back in sweet ecstasy, so I closed them shut to keep from getting dizzy.
Bryce wrapped his arms around my torso and held me against him. His soft grunts echoed in my ears, drowning out the noise of running water and the sound of his wet skin slapping against mine.
"Harder," I whispered impatiently, panting, mouth open to drag in air. Bryce grinned, seemingly entertained by my sudden bossiness. He took my hands and pressed them against the wall, threading our fingers together. Then he withdrew slowly, torturing me, before slamming his hips back in, burying himself completely. My head spun with sensation.
"Again," I pleaded, barely able to speak.