The VIP Room(113)
"Lauren, wait." Derek came up from behind and swung her around. "It was a long time ago, and she tricked me into letting her stay the night. It was only once. I'm not proud of what I did, but I've spent years now paying the price for that mistake. Please believe me."
She appeared to be relenting. Derek took her face in his hands and drew her mouth to his. "Lauren, I love you, only you," he whispered. He kissed her deeply, then pulled away, and scooped her up in his arms. "Let's get you inside for a shower." He started for the house.
Lauren wrapped her arms around his neck. She suddenly seemed to become aware of the tuxedo he was still wearing. "Um, I think they're going be mad when you return this monkey suit," she said.
Derek looked at where her hands had grasped his shoulders and down the front of his jacket where Lauren was pressed against him. He was covered with mud, too.
"Guess I'll have to get in that shower with you," he said and slid his hand under her shorts leg. His fingers slid right into her soft, slick folds.
"Well, what do you know? I've got a little commando here. Who would have thunk?"
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Derek put her down in the shower stall and ripped off his tux, shoes, and socks and stepped in with her. She slipped her shorts off, and he helped her pull the shirt over her head.
Derek grabbed the handheld shower head off the wall and adjusted the water temperature before spraying her down. Dirty brown water streaked down to the tile floor as she held her hands under the stream. Lauren pulled out the clips that were holding her hair back, and Derek put the shower head back on the wall so she could put her head under the water flow.
She pointed to a row of bottles on the recessed shelf on the shower wall. "Shampoo," she ordered. He poured a generous amount on her head and began to work it through her hair. A mountain of bubbles began to form and slide down her body. She giggled. "Too much, I think."
Lauren ran her hands over her hair and filled them with suds. She reached for Derek, who was wet from the jets on the opposite wall and lathered his short hair. "Still lots of bubble left," she said, and took another handful to blond tufts of hair on his chest. She continued to transfer the soapy lather from her body to his, traveling down the line of hair on his abdomen to the base of his shaft, which was pointing straight at her. She ran her soapy fingers along his length and circled the tip with her thumb while he massaged her breasts.
Lauren took the shower head down and sprayed him until his body was free of soap. She handed him the handle and dropped to her knees, cradling his balls in her hands while she took his bouncing tip between her lips. She drew him into her mouth little by little, head thrown back so she could look up while she pleasured him.
Derek groaned deeply. He put one hand at the back of her head, holding her to his cock and began rinsing her hair with the sprayer held in his other hand. He tried to keep his eyes open and fixed on her big blue eyes while she continued her suck fest, but she was too good. He shut his eyes tightly as his balls contracted and felt the pleasure surge through him. One more second and he'd be releasing himself into her mouth.
She grabbed his ass and he lurched forward, releasing the handle of the shower head. Water started to spray around them wildly as the device swayed in the air. With both hands, he supported himself against the shower wall while leaning into Lauren's face. Her mouth was so wet, he easily slid down her throat, and she barely gagged as his hot creamy seed filled her mouth. When it finally stopped streaming, she swallowed.
Lauren sat back on her heels, water running down her face, and smiled at him. "Now do me," she ordered.
She didn't have to ask twice. Derek put his strong hands under her arms and lifted her up gently, guiding her over to sit on the shower bench. He grabbed the swinging shower head handle and adjusted the pulsing stream to one forceful spray and aimed it between her legs, directly at her pleasure spot. Lauren leaned back against the wall and brought her feet up on the bench, spreading her legs and opening her flower to its fullest.
She started to push her fingers into herself, but he leaned in and pushed her hand away.
"That's my job."
He kneeled before her and held the shower head close to her clit. His fingers followed the flow of the water as it bounced off her swollen nub and flowed through the folds of her flower. Lauren clenched the edge of the seat and pushed her bottom up toward him. Her moans heightened to shrieks as contractions started at her core and rippled through her. The intense pain was almost unbearable. "Fuck me, Derek, now."
He pushed two fingers in and stroked. "Like this?"
"More."
Another thick finger entered, and Lauren bore down as hard as she could squeeze. He was torturing her, curling his fingers so they grazed the sensitive wall inside her and using the water jet to circle her clit. The contractions began to cascade down from her belly to her sex in waves of pleasure.
"Yes. More. Harder."
She was screaming.
Derek dropped the handle and took her clit into his mouth, using his tongue and teeth to bring her to climax. Once the slow burn began, there seemed to be no stopping it. Lauren wrapped her legs around his neck, pressing herself into his face, and felt him replace his fingers with his tongue as her release started to flow. When she was done and her lower half was finally still, he mimicked her earlier movement, dropping back on his heels, and pretending to gulp.