This time his suddenness wasn't a surprise. Heather anticipated the moment when he turned
her to face the shower wall, and she deliberately spread her feet to give him better
access. Erik made a note of her
willingness, and slid in behind her with his teeth on the back of her
neck. His nips and biting caused Heather
to tip her head back, and then Erik found his way to her shaved labia with
strong fingers grasping and cupping tender flesh. She tipped her head forward too fast,
forehead smacking into the shower wall and seeing stars, but the distraction
faded to a dull roar when two of Erik's fingers found their way into her sex.
He picked her up one handed - with his fingers wedged into
Heather's hot slick pussy and his palm cradling her pelvis bone. With his forearm across her chest, Erik kept
Heather from tipping to the side, but he could do nothing about how she whacked
her head into the wall. It didn't seem
to matter much. Her pussy was clenching,
fighting his fingers but squeezing out her inner wetness to ease their passage
deeper between her walls. Erik got a
feel for Heather's weight, and carefully balanced the force he was using
against her center of gravity. The water
thundered in his ears while his heart was pounding, but Erik was more
interested in his lioness' response.
She was sputtering at first.
The blow to her head had caused her to gasp - and she got a gulp of
shower spray and steamy air that caused her to cough and gag. Before Heather could catch her breath, her
diaphragm and abdomen clenched in response to the force of sudden
penetration. She sputtered some more. He was rushing in - the wrestling on the bed
and their shared kisses the only foreplay he offered. Now she could feel Erik - not just his
fingers in her pussy but how powerful he really was. Was it terribly wrong to laugh while
thrusting her pussy down and grinding into his hand? Was it terrible to wiggle her bottom and make
him work to keep finger fucking her pussy?
Was it wrong to tip her head forward, ignoring the way her forehead hit
the shower wall again, so she could bite his forearm and tear at his tight
flesh and muscle with her teeth? He
brought this out in her, and Heather wasn't about to tell him that every other
man had run away long before she drew blood.
Erik carefully dragged Heather back from the wall a full
step - using her pussy to pull on her body, and was amused when she took
advantage of the additional clearance to really sink her teeth into his
arm. She was a biter, and he suspected
she enjoyed him letting her get away with that.
He eased his fingers out of her pussy just enough, and tried to shove
three fingers into her. But she wasn't
having that - Heather squeezed down and screamed while still biting him when
Erik's third finger stabbed into her opening and stopped with his fingernail
digging into her tender inner wall. He
had to let go; the pain and damage Heather was inflicting was too much for him
to ignore for much longer. But he was
quick to recover and turn Heather again, this time spinning her around so fast
she almost fell down.
Once she was pinned to the bathroom wall, Heather could look
at him again. His chest was still
bleeding, and now there was a very angry red gash and welt on his forearm as
well. But all that was just decoration
compared to the burning fire in Erik's eyes.
Some part of Heather tried to hide and run away, but the rest of her was
grinning and laughing as he came for her.
Erik ran his powerful hands up her ribs and held her by her breasts -
and then he lifted her up in the most excruciating way possible. Heather shook and struggled to break free,
feeling her tits separate from her pectoral muscles, but Erik had her back against
the wall so there was nowhere to go.
Only when she opened her mouth to scream did he let her down again, and
then he leaned in close and snarled, "You need a good thorough fucking,
love." There was menace there, and
now all of Heather was hitting the panic button, but that didn't wipe the shit
eating grin from her face or stop her pussy was creaming itself.
Erik's fingers found Heather's sex, and she was dripping
with thick slick juices just as he had expected. He wasn't sure she got off on pain so much as
she liked to inflict it. He wasn't sure
fear was what made her soaked so much as being challenged and being in the heat
of the moment did. But it didn't matter. He sunk to his knees, sure Heather was mostly
in shock and pacified, and began fingering her pussy while licking her clit.
Heather slumped forward as she melted and had to hold on to
Erik's head to keep from puddling and being rinsed away down the drain. His fingers were rough until he found
something, and then he began stroking and rubbing the same place within her
pussy while his tongue lapped and frenched her exposed clitoris. He dug a little deeper, seeking a different
spot, and the motion of his mouth translated to his chin which pushed his fingers
against her tender inner walls with a rhythm slightly out of sync with her
throbbing clitoris. He kept going,
slowly exploring in a circle until Heather felt her pussy clench and
spasm. Then he hit that same spot again,
this time while suckling her clit and drawing part of her labia into his
mouth. She shuddered in response and
felt her arm hair stand on end despite the hot shower. He pushed up into her pussy, his knuckles
grinding into her labia and opening, and began fucking that sensitive spot over
and over while Heather seized and spasmed uncontrollably.
It wasn't long before he found it. Usually the ribbed flesh just underneath the
clitoris is a woman's sensitive spot, but when that didn't provoke a response
Erik deliberately felt his way around within Heather's pussy. He couldn't see what he was doing. His eyes were tightly shut because the shower
water was splashing against the side of his face. So he went on his sense of touch alone,
focusing on the weak fluttering of Heather's pussy and the occasional strong
twitches of her abdomen. His mouth
worked over her clit, tiring out his tongue and then his jaw. But he wanted to see if this was even
possible - and Erik admittedly had a fetish for getting women off. Besides the longer he kept her attention
absorbed by her own pussy's convulsions, the more time Erik had to heal. His arm hurt and his chest burned where water
mixed with the wounds she had given him.
Heather wasn't going to be biting him any time soon when she was holding
on to his head and shoulders just to keep from collapsing in response to how he
was playing her clit and pussy like a boss.
And then his fingers stroked over a spot just barely within
his reach, deep along the back wall of her pussy, and Heather clenched so hard
that Erik almost bit her clit. As it was,
his chin got pushed down and back which made his jaw ache and his ears
ring. But now he had her. Erik pushed his fingers in harder, feeling
his knuckles wedged against her lovely pliable pussy lips, and found the spot
again. This time he was prepared, and
stroked his tongue from side to side over Heather's pleasure nub while pressing
into her moist sex canal. Heather
jumped, twitched, and sagged on to him all at the same time. Erik made an executive decision, knowing he
could only sustain this position for so long before Heather's weight would
cause his back and legs to cramp up in the tightly constricted shower. He went all the way.
Her clit ached from the intense vacuum suction, and then
Heather moaned as she felt the rough texture of Erik's tongue while he kissed
and licked her. Her hands slipped to his
shoulder, and she barely had the strength to keep herself upright against the
shower wall and not slide down to the bottom of the tub. His fingers began pumping in and out of her
pussy, and Heather grunted as she tried to push up with her feet but instead
only Erik's knuckles punching into her bruised labia were lifting her
body. Deep inside, her tender walls was
beginning to tighten and spasm, but it was covered up by the soothing
sensations of Erik's hard working tongue.
She breathed deep, trying to relax, but her heart was still
pounding. For a second it seemed like
Erik was giving up, and his tongue and mouth came away from her clitoris. She could feel how hard he was breathing
through the motion of his head against her abdomen and his heaving shoulders.
One last try. Erik
drew back his two fingers, feeling the dead weight of Heather's nearly limp
body on his face and shoulders, and then he stroked three fingers deep into her
pussy. Her feet kicked at the sides of
the tub, trying to find purchase, and Erik was sure he had clawed her
again. But now he knew what he was going
for. His fingers sought out the spot
deep inside of her pussy, feeling along her spine, and Erik began to tease the
hell out of the sensitive warm folds of Heather's sex using just his curled
Heather's sight blurred and only the endless drumming of the
shower water could make it through her overwhelmed senses. Her belly heaved and her pussy squeezed down
so hard that Heather thought she'd piss herself. Her hand found the soap dish on the way down
the wall, and she made an effort to push up before it was too late to
recover. Awkwardly twisting in the
process and steadying herself with one hand on Erik's head, Heather was
unprepared for the next wave of convulsions.
The air was forced from her lungs as her diaphragm heaved in response to
a series of intense pussy contractions.
Heather was left gasping while grabbing on to Erik's head. His hair was too short to grip, or she would
have pulled out handfuls while struggling with how her sex was ecstatically
clenching and the strength in her legs had melted away. When he kissed her clit, Heather's mouth hung
open and she was breathless as she orgasmed and squirted all over Erik's three
fingers and his chin. It drained
everything from her, and Heather felt her wobbly legs and arms give out. She sunk into Erik who tipped to the side and
protected her head as they slid to the bottom of the tub.