Dating Dr. Dil (If Shakespeare was an Auntie #1)(71)

“More,” she said with a sigh. She gripped the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. One after another, they began removing their clothes until they were naked, and wanting. He was erect and had been since her sweatshirt came off. His cock pulsed between them.

“Come on. Let’s take that shower now.” He pulled her into the adjoining bath, where he finally removed her glasses and set them on the counter.

After turning on the shower, and setting it to warm, Prem took Rina back into his arms, their sticky skin pressing against each other until breast and chest were fused. He ran a hand over her frizzy hair and traced the flare of her hips and softness of her ass. He felt her fingertips against his chest tracing his collarbone.

He wanted so much more of this, Prem admitted to himself before he nudged her under the spray.

“Do you know how long it takes to wash Punjabi hair?” Kareena grumbled as her thick dark waves began to soak. “We’re going to be in here forever now.”

“I don’t mind,” Prem said. He helped her tug off her hair tie and watched her roll it onto her wrist. Then he pumped face wash into his palm and began massaging it into his cheeks. She laughed and helped him until the smudges were completely gone.

“Your turn,” he said, and squeezed out some shampoo to massage into her scalp. She let out a sigh and tipped her hair back. Water cascaded over her face, her neck, down her collarbone, and rolled off the tip of her breasts. His cock tightened impossibly harder as he tried to concentrate on her and her needs.

“Are you getting enough water?” she said after he turned her so she could rinse off. “I never had a shower with someone, but always assumed one person didn’t get enough water.”

“I’m fine,” he said hoarsely as he stroked her butt. “Let’s finish washing your hair.”

“Listen . . . I shed. Maybe I can just dry it and—”

“Relax,” he said and dropped a kiss on the curve of her neck. “It’s okay.” He gently scrubbed her scalp, taking time to make sure all the suds were rinsed through.

Then, because he wanted to touch her, he cupped the sides of her neck, then ran his hands over her collarbone, the slope of her wet breasts, and down her belly before pulling her close against him.

“Nice?”

“Nice,” she said in a barely audible whisper.

When he reached for the soap, she brushed his hand away and took the bottle. She’d been ignoring his erection that poked her all this time. But now, she squeezed a healthy glob of soap into her palm and began sudsing him up starting with his shoulders and moving over his chest down toward Charlie.

“Feeling better?” he murmured as he cupped the back of her neck and watched her wash his body through the rising steam.

“Much,” she said, her voice slow and husky. Droplets clung to her lashes now. Her skin glistened and her hair had a healthy shine to it as it hung down her back to her shoulder blades. Her hands roamed farther down until they wrapped around his penis. He hissed at the contact.

“Rina, honey.”

“Kiss me.”

He could do nothing more than oblige her every wish. As their mouths came together, Kareena slid her hand up and down his penis in long, firm strokes.

Prem was dangerously close to coming, and that wasn’t allowed. He shuddered when Kareena applied pressure to his tip, and he pulled away; she needed to come first. She would always come first.

“Prem, what are you—”

She gasped as he got to his knees on the shower floor, then lifted one leg to drape over his shoulder. Kareena went completely silent as he gently parted her folds, admiring as the rivulets of water traced over her belly and dripped like a rain shower in front of her pussy. He blew gently on her clit, and as she shifted from the sensation, his grip became iron hard.

Leaning forward, Prem licked Rina in one hard stroke. She jerked, gasping at his touch. Rina leaned against the tiled wall, her mouth falling open in a silent prayer.

“Aha. This is how I can keep you quiet,” he said with a chuckle, before he licked her again. This time, he buried deep, sucking and tasting her, drowning in the pleasure of her feast. Her pussy was delicious, and he wanted all of it.

She dove her fingers into his hair, and pushed against him, rolling her hips forward so that he could eat more of her, devour more of her as she grew wetter against his mouth.

When Kareena’s knees began to weaken, he turned her so that her cheek rested against the shower wall, her hips out, her legs spread.

“Hold,” he said, his voice hoarse.

“W-what?”

“Hold,” he said again, gripping her hands and pulling them back so that she could part her ass cheeks.

“W-what are you—”

“Like this,” he said, and pulled her cheeks apart.

“Prem, are you going to—”

“Yes, is that okay?”

“Y-yes, god yes, but are you okay doing—”

He pulled her cheeks even wider, slid a finger into her delicious heat, then buried his face between her ass cheeks. Rina let out a breathless scream, and as he rimmed and ate her, satiating the hunger that he couldn’t fill without her, she came against his fingers, her legs shaking so hard that he was surprised she was able to hold herself up.

Before she could even stop shuddering, Prem stood and, with the strength he had left, hoisted her up against the wall. He positioned himself and paused with the tip of his penis inside her opening.