Revolting

Chapter Thirty Three - The Shower (Sexually Explicit) Heath

Hot water sluiced over my body... and I would say it felt better than sex, but I didn't have the experience to say so with authority, and by the look in William's eyes, he was hell bent on proving me wrong. I had a wash cloth in one hand, and the little rose scented hotel soap in the other, innocently thinking that we were going to go about the business of conventional hygiene.

William pulled back the shower curtain, his eyes blazing like blue fire. He had stripped out of his pants and was now gloriously naked, looking like some kind of beautiful blond God. My eyes ran hungrily over his lean physique, stopping to appreciate his manhood that was standing at full attention. He growled and pushed me up against the tiled wall, pressing his body hard against mine, as his lips demanded submission from my mouth. His hands were everywhere, in my hair, scraping down my back, squeezing my butt cheeks, before sweeping back up my chest. I enjoyed his dominance for about two minutes before I decided it was my turn. I had a mad desire to make him feel the outrageous pleasure he had made me feel on the couch. I needed to show him that I could give as well as I could get.

I pushed away from the wall and used my slight height advantage as leverage to take over the kiss, pressing his head back as I cradled his neck against my hand. He opened up to me willingly and I dived in with my tongue. I'd never kissed anyone like that before, but I let my body take over the lead, doing what felt right, and I was rewarded with a throaty groan from William.

I snaked my hand between our bodies, and wrapped my fingers around his erection. I had never touched another man intimately. It was super erotic to feel his hard length pulsing in my hand, straining for release. He panted into my mouth as I explored his sex with my rough, and probably clumsy fingers. But he never complained. Instead, he spread his legs slightly to give me better access. I cupped his balls and massaged gently, rather awed at the awesome trust he was placing in

me.

I wanted more. I needed more. I needed... fuck I didn't know what I needed, him inside me, or me inside him, I just needed to be connected to him in the deepest and most profound way possible. I had never felt anything like this, I was drowning in it, I felt like I couldn't breathe. He brought a tube of something from the edge of the tub. I never even saw him put it there, but I was pretty sure that wasn't a thing that was provided by the hotel. He squirted something cool and slick into his hand, and then started rubbing it over my shaft, his eyes burning into mine before he turned around and offered me his firm, sculpted backside.

I swallowed with difficulty and felt my hands shake. "Hurry," William growled, "Before it washes off..."

I trailed my hands down the whipcord muscles of his back, and spread his cheeks slightly. I pressed my member against his hole, somehow expecting that I would meet resistance and be denied entry. But with the help of that slippery gel he had smoothed over my member, I slid easily inside. I closed my eyes as the most earth-shattering sensations came down on me. He was hot, and oh so tight around me, while the sparks of our mating bond went off like sparklers, increasing the pleasure until I felt tears gathering at the corners of my eyes.

"I never knew it would be like this," I said, as I withdrew slightly, and then pushed in deeper, sheathing myself in the depths of his body. He used one hand to brace himself against the shower wall, while he stroked himself with the other. His breath hissed out as reached my hilt.

"More," William moaned. He put one foot up on the edge of the tub, giving me even better access, as I held his hips, and drove into him, over and over. I was straining on my tiptoes to get enough leverage. I heard my owning groanings, and would have felt embarrassed by the primal, animal like noises I was making, if I wasn't so consumed by William...his scent, his body squeezing me, his own grunts as I pounded in to him. And then his grunts turned to cries as his body shuddered, and he climaxed. It was as if his orgasm traveled straight through his body and into mine. I thought I actually felt his pleasure, a moment before I fell over the precipice myself.

Although I had emptied my seed into his body, I didn't want to withdraw. I didn't want to break the physical connection that was holding us together. I didn't want this moment of connection to end. But eventually William lowered his leg and I slid out. Suddenly it my legs felt unreliable, and I stumbled back to lean against the back wall. William was not going to let me get away so easily though. He turned and retrieved the washcloth I had dropped in all the excitement. He stared at me intently as he rubbed the soap over the cloth, and then ran the cloth around my neck.

I didn't know a washcloth could be so tantalizing. I didn't know being washed could be so hot. The rough terrycloth made my nipples pucker as he scrubbed over my chest, and then lower, dipping in my navel before he gently washed around

my sex.

And I didn't know that I could stand any more pleasure than I had already endured... until William rinsed away the soap, and then held my hips as he dropped to his knees in the bottom of the tub. "William," I gasped, before I lost the ability to speak. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back against the tile as he first slid his tongue over my over-sensitized tip, and then took my whole length in his mouth. Instantly I grew hard again, until I felt the myself touch the back of his throat. "Mmmm," William hummed in approval, the vibrations from the sound sending electrical shivers up my shaft and into my core. He wasn't done with me, not by a long shot.