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♥ Assuming makes as ass out of you and me. – X
“It was just an accident.” Her brown hair snaked sinuously over her breasts. She didn’t dare look me in the eye.
“What are you talking about?”
I hoped I didn’t know what she meant.
“Last night. This morning. You know…” Her voice faded to nothing.
I only knew she’d been the one to walk into my bedroom and lock the door. She’d been the one who had insisted on staying after the storm had passed, then woken me up in the morning with her eager mouth.
Oh God, not again…
My eyes burned. I sank into the water silently. I swam by her and saw the suck mark on her inner thighs, the pinpoint bruises on her ass.
I spit bitterness into the pool water before climbing out.
“Wait! Where are you going?” She splashed behind me.
I picked up my towel and headed inside. I heard footsteps on tile.
“Wait…” She hadn’t bothered with a towel. A drop of water rolled off her nipple and my lips puckered. Her innocent girl expression irked me.
“You owe me nothing, Kara. You’re free to leave.” My nipples hardened at my own coldness.
“Oh.” She looked deflated, maybe even hurt. I didn’t want to know. She blocked the stairs, tried to touch my face.
“I’m getting cold. I’ve got to shower.” I walked past her and up the stairs. She stared up at me, flabbergasted.
I forced myself not to cry as I detangled my long hair and ran the hot water. I was ashen with chlorine and misery. My lips moved silently.
I know she’s confused. I know she’s scared… but I’m tired and needy. What does she know of me?
I stepped into the shower and let the water pound the feeling back into my skin. The water was so hot I mercifully couldn’t feel my tears. As I scrubbed, the tiny half-moon cuts she’d given me stung. I counted her teeth on the bruise on my tit, but they were accidents – every scratch. Every bruise.
All a fucking unguided mistake.
She whipped the shower curtain aside with an over-dramatic flourish. Her face was flushed.
“What makes you think you can… treat me like that?” She was still naked. Her hair curled enticingly around her heart-shaped face.
“Treat you like how?” I ran the sea sponge over my breasts. Her eyes followed the pearlescent trail of bubbles to my belly and between my legs. I bent to scrub my legs. I arched my back so she should get a good look at the flare of my hips and the scratches she’d given me in her desperation to consume me this morning.
“So cold.” Her lip trembled.
I rubbed the sponge between my legs, where her lovenips still ached. “…and I’m not gonna chase you all over creation if I’m just a mistake to you.”
She stepped into the shower and put her hands on my hips. “I never said you were a mistake, Vivi. I said it was an accident.” She traced my spine up to my shoulders and squeezed. I felt the bones of her hips press against my ass. She reached around and squeezed my breasts, then pinched. Painfully.
“Please don’t.” Her touch made me woozy.
Her mouth was hotter than the water on the back of my neck. Her hand slid between my legs and cupped my pussy.
“Let me make it up to you, baby…” Her firm breasts were maddening pressure on my shoulder blades. She parted my lips and found my clit. My wet heat made her coo in my ear. “Good. You can’t be that angry at me then, hmm?” She pinched my clit and slid three fingers inside me.
“Still so ready.” She bit into the hollow of my neck. I tightened around her. She got on her knees behind me. “Stick that ass out for me.”
Her fingers dug into the places she’d bruised me before as she licked up and down my slit. My knees nearly went when her tongue grazed my clit. She giggled and fondled me, wetting her fingers on me sloppily. It was so crude…I loved it. She licked the water off my inner thighs. “I can feel the heat of your cunt. You’re making it very hard for me resist fucking you.”
I sighed into the tile.
She opened me up and watched my pussy wink. Again, she fondled me roughly and pinched my clit until I groaned. When I tried to bear into her hand, she backhanded my pussy. She gave me a smoldering look, then slapped again.
Her eyes dared me wordlessly to complain. I didn’t have the voice to do it.
She slid three fingers inside of me, deep and hard. Her aim was true and I fell to my knees in front of her, twitching. Defeated.
She pulled me into her lap and continued to pound into me, her fevered whispers keeping us warm in the steadily cooling shower. I could feel the syrupy heat of her pussy against my hip. My lips puckered again with the memory of her taste. Her musk was as strong as her lust and as she fucked me into my second orgasm I wondered how any of this could be an accident or a mistake.
She humped my hip as I curled into myself and squirted on her fingers. Her rough cries rivaled mine but I wanted to make her moan for real. I got in between her legs and her pussy was swollen and sticky. I licked her clean, groaning loudly into her flesh. I sucked until her clit and the tender flesh around it filled my mouth. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled painfully, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I wanted to feel her cunt stretch, even resist around my fingers. Her breasts bobbed with her quick breaths and I licked a circle around her clit, wishing I had two mouths. I slowly slid four fingers into her, centimeter by centimeter. Her clit twitched in my mouth.
“Yes…make it hurt,” she said.
I bit the firm swell of a breast and pinched her clit until her hips bucked. “Don’t tell me what to do,” I said and kissed her roughly. I wanted her to know that I was tasting her. Her nails bit into my back, so I bit her lower lip. Her pupils dilated and her mouth went slack as my fingers began to move inside her.
She bucked and I slid and fell on top of her. I was knuckle deep and she gave so sweetly that even after two orgasms, I ached. Her head hit the shower wall as I fucked her but she barely noticed. Her eyes remained on my breasts as they slid over hers. Her strong thighs tightened on my hips, guiding me.
She gave me a lopsided grin that crumpled into gasps. I kneaded into her g-spot and she stiffened against me. Her cries ricocheted on the tile and made my clit vibrate. She pulsed hard around me and came until her smell mixed with the scent of soap.
She sucked the wetness out of a tendril of my hair. Now I didn’t want to look at her. She nuzzled my temple with her sex-swollen mouth.
“What’s come over you, Vivi? Why’d you snap on me earlier?”
“How could you call all this an accident? That’s so cruel.” I tried to get off her, but she pulled me back into her arms.
“Yes. cruel, baby. I didn’t mean to be so rough with you last night and this morning.” She touched the bite mark on my breast tenderly. “I’m sorry, but there are times when I can’t help it. You just bring out the beast in me.”
“The beast in me…” I repeated. I felt so foolish.
She noticed the confusion on my face and her eyes narrowed. “What did you think I meant?”
I kissed her, my heart beating fast with relief.