Chapter 34

CHAPTER 34

SIMON

" W oman," I began, trying to keep my voice steady despite the excitement coursing through me. "You're full of surprises."

She laughed. "Am I?"

I began unbuttoning my pants when a sudden thought occurred to me. "Wait, do we have hot water in this place?"

She smirked, leaning back against the sink counter. "Well, I assume this hostel isn't quite luxurious enough for that. But who knows? We might get lucky."

I shot her a look but decided to take the risk. After all, a cold shower was nothing compared to the fun we were about to have. I watched as she started to undress. Even though I had seen her naked body before, it was still amazing. My hands froze, unable to move as she pushed down her pants.

She looked at me with a hint of amusement in her eyes. "Simon, are you planning to stand there with your pants undone, or are you coming in?"

I shook off my surprise and continued undressing, keeping my eyes fixed on her. Her skin glowed. She opened the shower door and stepped inside, turning to look at me with a coy smile.

"Last chance to back out," she warned playfully. I didn't need any more invitation. In an instant, I was inside the shower with her. The water was cold but I barely noticed. I was more focused on the heat of our bodies pressed together.

We laughed as we struggled to wash ourselves in the tiny space without knocking the other over. It was a playful dance of desperation and amusement as we juggled soap and shampoo while trying not to slip on the wet floor. Every touch sent a spark through my body. It was electric.

She took the loofah from me and started to wash my shoulders before she slid behind me and began to wash my back.

Her touch was gentle, every movement having a purpose. She was meticulous in her task. The feeling of the rough loofah against my skin was a pleasant contrast to her soft hands that followed, smoothing away the soap bubbles. Her nails traced patterns on my back as she moved downward, making me shiver despite the cold water.

She kissed across my shoulders as her hands ran over my ass. Then they slid around my waist, holding me close with her breasts pushed against my back. Slowly, she slid around to come face to face with me. Her hands slid over my chest, and she watched me with an intensity that rocked my world.

Without breaking eye contact, her hands slid lower, over my stomach, and down my thighs before she wrapped one soft hand around my hard cock.

I groaned. "That feels so good."

"Yeah," she replied with a whisper. "Wait until you see how good this feels."

She dropped to her knees in front of me, my body blocking the spray from hitting her. With her hand still wrapped around my cock, she stroked me slowly, teasingly, her gaze never leaving mine. I bit my lip to suppress the groan that threatened to spill out. But the pleasure coursing through me was more than I could bear in silence.

"Fuck," I muttered, my hand instinctively moving to tangle in her hair. She just smirked up at me as she continued to slowly stroke my erection, increasing her pace slightly.

Her other hand reached up to trace patterns on my thighs, adding to the sensation. The cool water from the shower contrasted with the warmth of her touch, sending shivers down my spine. And despite everything, I found myself laughing breathlessly. She looked up at me, a twinkle in her eyes matching my own amusement.

"What's so funny?" she asked, her tone playful.

"Just thinking about the fact there are probably twenty people roaming around just outside that door," I replied, grinning despite the waves of pleasure washing over me.

"Do you like to live dangerously?"

"More than you know," I replied in a husky voice.

Her tongue lapped out at the head of my cock, sending a bolt of pleasure through me. My grip on her hair tightened involuntarily, making her chuckle. The vibration only heightened my pleasure. She continued teasing me with her tongue, lapping at the tip, tracing the vein on the underside, making me squirm with need.

"God, you're good at this," I breathed out, my head falling back against the shower wall. Then her lips wrapped around me and I nearly lost it. My free hand shot out, slapping against the shower wall to keep me upright.

She sucked hard, her hand moving in tandem with her mouth. The sight of her on her knees before me, looking up at me with those lust-filled eyes, was too much. I felt heat coiling in my abdomen and knew I was close. But just as soon as I thought I would spill over, she pulled away.

I was too close to exploding. I jerked her to her feet and spun her around to push her face first against the wall. My hand immediately slipped between her legs. I used my knee to push her legs open. My finger stroked over her wet folds, tracing the slick warmth that had nothing to do with the shower water. The moment I touched her she moaned, her body arching back into me. "Simon," she gasped, her voice thick with need.

I pushed a finger inside her, my thumb brushing against her sensitive nub. Her hips jerked. She whimpered, pushing back against my hand. I curled my finger inside her, probing her depth before adding a second one. The tight heat of her was like no other sensation on earth. I pumped in and out of her in slow motions, making sure to press against all the right spots within her.

She cried out. "Yes, yes, yes."

"Do you like that?" I asked with my teeth grazing over her earlobe.

She nodded, her body quivering beneath my touch. "Yes," she breathed out through clenched teeth. "Don't stop."

I added a third finger in response to her plea, increasing the strength of my thrusts as she rocked back against me. Her cries of pleasure echoed off the bathroom walls, urging me forward. I had never been more turned on in my life. My cock throbbed, begging to be pushed inside her.

Her body tensed as a wave of pleasure swept through her, causing her to gasp and clutch at the tiles beneath her fingertips. Every fiber in my body screamed at me to join her in ecstasy, but I held myself back, focusing on prolonging her orgasm with steady thrusts of my fingers.

I dropped my forehead on her shoulder. "I don't have a condom."

The disappointment I felt in that moment was enough to take me to my knees.

"Simon, I am on the pill and I have not been with anyone in a long time," she murmured.

My head popped up. "Me too. I mean, shit, you're the only one in probably six months."

"Then…"

"Are you sure?" I asked, my cock twitching and throbbing as if the appendage knew what we were discussing and what it meant.

"I'm sure." She smiled. "Take me. I need you."

"Hang on," I warned, guiding the head of my cock to her opening. I took a moment to catch my breath, hoping I could withstand the pleasure I knew was going to hit me. I probed at her entrance, jerking at the contact. I pushed in just a little, pulling a long, drawn-out moan from her. I pushed in deeper. The heat of her engulfed me, making me gasp at the sensation.

I pulled back, only to push in again, each thrust deeper than before. Her body yielded to me, accepting me with a tightness that had me gritting my teeth. I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer as I nuzzled into the crook of her neck.

"Feels so good," I murmured against her skin. Her response was lost in a whimper, her body pushing against mine as I moved within her.

The rhythm we set was slow and torturous, matching the pulse of the water droplets that cascaded down from the showerhead. Every minute detail seemed amplified. The sound of water splattering against tiles, the whiff of her shampoo, and the slick feel of our bodies pushed together became an intoxicating concoction that was both primal and beautifully intimate.

The sight of her, head thrown back, eyes closed in pleasure and mouth slightly open as she gasped for breath, was all I could focus on. Her soft moans were music to my ears as I set a steady rhythm, our bodies moving in sync with the pulse of my throbbing cock, sliding in and out of her tight heat.

The small space of the shower cubicle felt like our own private world, far removed from everything else outside. All that mattered in that moment was her pleasure and mine, the way we fit together perfectly, like two halves of a whole. I could feel her body clenching around me each time I moved inside her, her fingernails digging into my arms as she held on to me tightly.

"Oh God, Simon." She whimpered my name like a prayer, her voice echoing off the bathroom tiles and sending shivers down my spine. The taste of her skin was addictive as I nibbled on the back of her neck. I could spend a lifetime just learning every inch of her body, discovering all the different ways I could bring her pleasure.

Her hips began to move in time with mine, each thrust causing her to moan louder. The sound of our bodies colliding echoed in the small space. My fingers dug into her hips, guiding her movements as I thrust deeper within her.

"Simon," she managed to choke out through gritted teeth. "I'm close."

Her admission was all it took for my control to shatter into a thousand pieces. I felt the familiar tightening low in my gut, a sign I was about to crest over that edge into the euphoria of release. But I needed her to come first.

"Let go for me," I growled into her ear, my voice rough with need. Her body jerked violently, and with a high-pitched cry, she came apart. Her orgasm hit her hard, making her body convulse with pleasure. The sensation of her clenching around me pushed me over the edge. With a loud groan, I spilled myself inside her, pulsating with every wave of pleasure that hit me.

The aftershocks had us both trembling as we leaned heavily against the shower wall, our bodies slick. My heart pounded loudly in my ears. I slipped out of her gently and turned her around to face me. She looked dazed and beautifully ravished, her eyes heavy-lidded with satisfaction.

I brought a hand up to trace the curve of her cheek, letting my fingers trail down to her neck before caressing down her side reverently. Her skin was flushed a beautiful pink. "Do you think everyone heard us?" I asked.

She grinned. "Maybe. I'll tell them I saw a spider and screamed."

"I'm sure they'll believe that. I don't know about you, but I'm cold. We need to get out of this shower."

We dried off quickly, laughing when we realized we didn't bring clothes in with us. "Stay here," I said. "I'll get our bags."

I wrapped the towel around my waist and stepped out of the bathroom. There was a couple at the end of the hallway. They gave me a look before going into their room. I quickly grabbed our suitcases and took them back to the bathroom. We dressed, brushed our teeth over the sink, and did our best to look presentable. She ran her hand over my jaw. "I like the stubble."

"Good, because I'm not going to take the time to shave today," I said.

"We should probably get a move on," she said. "They might leave us behind."