I Need Release

I sigh into her touch as she leads me beneath the water and the warm kiss of it on my skin does little to still the heat beating within me. Every moment with her touching me is one that I can't get enough of. Every instant is one that I need.

She pushes me back, her lips on my neck and her fingers on my hip. My skin kisses the cool tile of the shower behind me and I tense, but as her fingers dance across my body she loosens the tension in me and spins me around, dipping me under the water again.

"You taste like something I just can't place," she whispers against my skin, kissing her way up until she's teasing with a nibble at the lobe of my ear.

"Is it a good taste?" I ask, hesitating and wanting so badly for the answer to be yes.

"So sweet," she moans into me, "You are absolutely delicious."

Her hands push up, over the taut tightness in my belly and cresting quickly over my breasts as she palms them in full and squeezes. I moan into her, my hands coming up to grab her head and pull it down, pushing her towards my breasts to have her nibble at my nipples for an instant before I pull her lips to mine and kiss her full.

"I don't know why I want this," I mumble senseless against her, "I don't know why I love it."

I can feel her smile as she nicks her teeth in a quick nip on my bottom lip.

"You love it because it feels good," she explains simply, one hand sliding down while the other kneads my breast with a repetitive beat, "And it feels good because it is."

I moan as I part my thighs and let her in. I've known her hands before and they are so skilled.

God... Of all the lovers I've had...

I don't want to rate and I don't know how I could. Each one has their strengths, even an asshole like Blake, but Rachel...

There is something about the way a woman can touch a woman. Something about the way that she can guide her hands over me, knowing innately what feels good because she's been there before.

Maybe that's part of the reason I'm a natural at taking cock? I know how to stroke and I know how to suck and I know how to look while I'm doing it because I've been on the other end of things. Even if my experience with the fairer sex wasn't extensive, my experience with my own masculine body had granted me the tools and understanding to be uniquely suited to getting men off.

And maybe Rachel was uniquely suited to getting me off, because god she knew what she was doing.

Her fingers trace around my lips and she takes her time with it. She feels me out and she makes me tremble and by the time she pushes forward I am absolutely dripping.

My sex closes tight around her fingers and she chuckles into my neck, kissing me softly and telling me, "I know how much you need this."

And god I fucking do. My whole body aches for it as she pumps forward into me with one finger and then another and maybe even one more after that.

Stretching me that little bit with her touch. Just until my body tenses and I let out a hiss and dig my nails into the tile behind me.

But I don't ask her to stop because I don't want her to stop because I need this. And I only keep my eyes closed because I don't want to see her smile bemused at how easily I'm losing control.

I need this.

I need to fucking cum.

I need to fucking feel good.

And Rachel needs me too.

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