CHAPTER 59: SENSUAL SHOWER. (2) (R18)

Ren grabbed the showerhead from her, turning it away from them. "Now, now, we really do need to clean up," he said, his voice a low rumble of amusement.

Lia pouted, her full, kiss-swollen lips begging for more of his attention. He couldn’t resist the temptation and leaned in, capturing her mouth again.

The water rained down on them, mixing with their passionate kisses, making their skin slick and their touches more sensual.

Ren felt her breasts pressed against his chest, her hardened nipples poking into his skin as she whimpered for more.

He chuckled against her lips, feeling her desperation as she chased after his mouth.

"We really do need that shower," he murmured, pulling back and watching her face, which was flushed with arousal.

He turned the showerhead away from them, the cold water droplets spraying across the room.

Lia pouted, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "But you’re so much more fun than soap," she protested, reaching for his mouth again.

Ren’s laughter was low and deep, his own eyes gleaming with a playful light. "And you’re so much more tempting than cleanliness," he murmured, but he stepped back, breaking the kiss. "But, as much as I’d love to indulge, we really do need to get clean."

Lia’s eyes narrowed with a playful scowl, her bottom lip jutting out as she reached for his mouth again.

He dodged her with a grin, turning the shower back on full blast. The water hit them like a wave, splashing onto their already damp skin, mixing with the heat of their desire.

Her squeal of surprise was quickly followed by a giggle as she launched herself at him, her wet body slipping against his.

Ren caught her, holding her effortlessly, his laughter rumbling through her as they spun under the showerhead.

Her hands found his face, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw as she pulled him back down for another kiss.

"I said we had to get clean," he reminded her, his voice a teasing whisper in the steam-filled room.

Although he didn’t mind cuddling and making out. The longer he was in this uncleaned state the more uncomfortable he felt.

That was just how he was. There was nothing he could do to change it. He was sort of a clean freak.

He grabbed a bottle of shower gel and squirted a generous amount into his hand. The scent of citrus and mint filled the air as he began to lather up, his palms moving in slow, deliberate circles over her soft body.

Her eyes widened when he took his thick, soapy hand and lathered soap meticulously on his own erection, the creamy bubbles decorating the muscular organ like icing.

He watched her gaze fixate on the act, her pupils dilating as she licked her lips.

With a smirk, she stepped closer and mirrored his actions, her own soapy hand wrapping against the solid length of his cock, sending shivers of pleasure through him.

Smack!

With a teasing glint in her eyes, Lia lightly smacked the plump cap of his cock and watched it twitch and bob up and down.

It was as fascinating as it was intimidating for her. Yet she found her breath quickening and the spot between her legs secreting juice.

Ren’s eyes flashed with mock anger, his grin never wavering. He took a step forward, his movements swift and precise.

Before she could react, he had her pinned against the cool tiles, the water streaming down their bodies like a waterfall.

His hands held her wrists above her head, his muscles flexing with the effort of keeping her in place.

Lia gasped, her eyes going wide with surprise that quickly melted into a smoldering look of desire.

The feel of his body against hers, slick with soap and water, was intoxicating. His cock, now fully erect and standing proudly against her stomach, was a testament to his need for her.

She felt a thrill of power knowing she could evoke such a response in him.

With a grin, she reached up and wrapped her soapy hands around his neck, pulling his head down to hers.

Their kisses grew more frantic as the water rained down on them, mixing with the soap to create a frothy lather that coated their skin.

Ren’s hands slid down her body, cupping her breasts in a firm, possessive grip. His thumbs teased her sensitive nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.

Lia’s breath caught in her throat as his teeth scraped against the soft skin of her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

He kissed and licked his way down her chest, his tongue tracing the path of the water droplets.

His teeth closed around one pert nipple, tugging gently, and she moaned, arching her back to give him better access.

His mouth moved to her other breast, suckling and nibbling as she writhed against him, her hips pressing against his cock in a silent plea for more.

Ren’s hands held her in place, his grip firm but not painful. He knew just how much she enjoyed a little bit of dominance, a little bit of roughness mixed with his gentle exploration.

Her body was a landscape he wanted to know well, each peak and valley a map of pleasure points to be discovered and conquered.

He took his time, savoring the taste of her skin, the feel of her body squirming under his touch.

His mouth traveled further south, kissing a path down her stomach, his tongue swirling around her cute belly button before moving lower.

Lia’s breath hitched as his lips met the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. He kissed and licked, his teeth grazing her tender flesh, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

Her legs quivered with anticipation, the sweet torment of his touch driving her wild. But just as she thought he would claim her most intimate part, he stopped, his gaze lingering on her swollen pussy.

Ren stood up, his warm breath tickling her sensitive skin before he captured her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss.

Lia moaned, her legs trembling with the sudden change of focus. She could feel the slickness of the soap between their bodies, the scent of mint and citrus mixing with the musky scent of their desire.

Ren’s lips found hers again, and she tasted the soap and the hint of salt from the shower on his mouth. His kiss was deep and possessive, his tongue delving into her mouth, claiming every inch of her.

For a moment, she forgot about the need pulsing between her thighs, lost in the sensation of his body pressed against hers.

Ren’s eyes searched hers, questioning if she was okay with his next move. Her nod was all the invitation he needed.

He lowered himself again to his knees, his eyes never leaving hers. His soapy hands slid down her thighs, spreading her legs apart with gentle force.

The anticipation was almost too much for Lia to handle, her breath coming in quick gasps as she watched him lean in.

With a gentle touch, Ren’s soapy fingers parted her folds, revealing the tender pinkness beneath. He took a moment to admire the beauty of her sex, the way the water trickled down and made it glisten.

He leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her, a soft, tentative lick that had her trembling with shock.

Ren felt her body tense and knew it was her first time, but he was in no rush. This was a moment to be savored, a chance to show her the depth of his need and desire.

With a gentle touch, he traced the outline of her sex with his soapy finger, feeling her quiver in response. He watched her face, the way her eyes fluttered closed and her mouth opened slightly as she panted.

She looked absolutely beautiful.

His tongue slid smoothly over her folds, tasting the sweetness that was uniquely hers and extremely woman for the first time in his two lives.

As he began to explore her with his mouth, his mind cataloged every little reaction she had.

The way her body arched when he found the perfect spot, the way her muscles tightened around his fingers as he pushed his fingers deeper, he noted everything.

He experimented, varying the pressure and speed, watching her expressions closely, until he found the perfect rhythm that made her squirm and gasp.

"Annnnggg~"

Her legs grew weaker, but he held her firmly, his arms like steel bands around her thighs, keeping her open and exposed to his eager, slick mouth.

Ren’s tongue danced around her clit, teasing and flicking, while his fingers delved into the warm, wet depths of her pussy, seeking the elusive g-spot.

He felt it swell as he stroked it, the muscles around his fingers tightening and releasing in an involuntary spasm of pleasure.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth a silent ’O’ of bliss as he masterfully played her body like an instrument.

The sounds of her pleasure filled the room, each gasp and moan a symphony of need and desire.

His own arousal grew with every twitch and spasm she gave, his cock standing tall and proud, begging for attention. But he was focused on her, on giving her the most intense experience she’d ever had.

His tongue danced and twirled, his fingers working in tandem to give her an orgasm that would shake the very foundations of her being.

He watched her closely, timing his movements to match the rhythm of her breath, her hips rising and falling in time with his strokes.

When she was on the brink, her body taut as a bowstring, he sensually pushed her over the edge.

His mouth closed around her clit, sucking her with the same intensity that brought her to the edge, his fingers pressing deep into her g-spot and stimulating it tirelessly.

Her body convulsed, her pussy clenching around his digits as she squirted, the warm fluid spraying his face.

The sensation was unlike anything he’d ever felt before, the warm fluid coating his face and mixing with the soap.

He didn’t stop, his mouth never leaving her as he continued to lick and suck, drawing out every last drop of pleasure from her quivering body.

Her legs completely gave out, and he caught her, lifting her effortlessly and pinning her against the tiles. She wrapped her legs around his neck, her nails digging into his skin as she rode out the waves of pleasure.

Her body was a symphony of sensations, and he was the maestro, conducting every gasp and tremble with the skill of a master.

He held her there, his mouth worshipping her clit, until the last of the thunderous pleasure had abated.

Then, with a final, lingering kiss, he stood, pulling her down to him.

The water continued to cascade over their bodies, washing away the remnants of the battle, and the soap that had been their playground.

Lia leaned against him, her legs still shaky, her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. "I don’t think you’re clean enough," she murmured, her voice husky with desire.

Ren chuckled, his cock still hard and pulsing with need. "Of course, I’m not done with you yet," he said, his voice a low, seductive rumble.