The Shower Was Only the Beginning of That Night

That night we went into the shower together with no intention at all, or so I told myself as I turned on the tap and waited for the water to stop coming out ice-cold. Mariela stepped in behind me, pressed her body against my back, and let the spray fall over both of us. We’d spent the whole day out, with tired feet and sticky skin, and the only thing we wanted was to get the street heat off us. Or so I thought, until I felt her wet tits smash against my back and her hard nipples press into my skin like two hot coals.

We started soaping each other up like two normal people. I ran my hands over her shoulders, down her back, spreading the foam with almost distracted care. She did the same to me, rubbing the nape of my neck, sliding down my spine. The water carried the soap away in white streams that disappeared down the drain.

—Turn around —she told me.

I turned. I soaped her breasts slowly, drawing circles with my open palm, trapping her nipples between my fingers and pinching them until a gasp escaped her. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back so the water would run over her face. I took the sponge and dragged it over her belly, lower, over her mound, with a softness that was no longer innocent in the least. The sponge slipped, and I was learning the map of her body as if for the first time. I dropped the sponge, slid my hand between her legs, and opened the lips of her pussy with two fingers. She was slick inside in a way that had nothing to do with water. I ran my thumb over her clit and she clutched my shoulders and spread her legs to give me more room.

She didn’t stay still either. She lowered one hand and started stroking me, first with the tips of her fingers, then wrapping her whole fist around my cock. She wasn’t in any hurry. She massaged it up and down with the water running between us, squeezing my head on every upward stroke, and I could feel all the day’s fatigue turning into something else, into an urgency rising through my stomach and making me so hard it hurt. I slid two fingers into her cunt and she let out a short moan and clenched around me, as if warning me of what we both already knew.

Without warning, she shoved me against the tiled wall. The cold surface sent a shiver through me, but her mouth reached mine at once and I forgot the tile and the water and everything else. She kissed me deep, biting my lip, and while she did it she took my cock in her hand again and set a slow rhythm that forced me to breathe steadily. She swept her thumb over the tip every time she came back up, spreading the thick drop that had appeared there, and she looked at me with a smile that said she knew exactly what she was doing to me.

—I want you now —she murmured against my mouth—. Put it in me.

We turned. She lifted one leg and rested it on the edge of the tub, and I, already more than ready, sank into her all at once. Mariela let out a long sigh, almost a whimper, and clutched my shoulders so she wouldn’t slip. I could feel her clenching around my cock like she never wanted to let me go. It took us a moment to find our balance: the wet floor, the water hitting our faces, our legs searching for footing that never quite came.

She hooked both legs around my hips and we let ourselves be carried by something that no longer thought, only pushed. I moved inside her holding her against the wall, thrusting in and out in short drives, feeling the warm water sliding over us everywhere and her cunt sucking me in whole every time I pulled back. It was clumsy and slippery and we were laughing half between gasps, because every time we thought we had the rhythm, one of us would lose our footing.

I’m not quite there.

I noticed it before I wanted to admit it. My body was responding, my cock was still hard, but my head was drifting to the discomfort of the cramped space, to the water getting in my eyes, to the impossible position. I was turned on, yes, but not enough for any of it to end up being memorable. We kept at it a little longer, holding on, laughing, until she herself stopped us.

—Not like this —she said, and gave a soft laugh, without any reproach—. I have other ideas.

—So do I —I said back.

I turned off the tap. The sudden silence, with no water noise, made everything feel more intimate. We were about to get out, I was already reaching for the towel, but I asked her to wait a second.

—Sit there —I told her, pointing at the closed toilet lid.

She looked at me with one eyebrow raised, that half-smile I know by heart, and sat down. Her skin was still covered in droplets, her nipples hard, her hair stuck to her forehead, and there was an expectation in her eyes that I liked more than anything else.

***

I felt like taking my time with her, without the clumsy rush of the shower. I knelt in front of her, on the cold tiles, and gently spread her legs. I ran my hands over her thighs, from the knees inward, marking the path without quite getting anywhere yet.

—Come closer to the edge —I asked her.

She slid to the lip, offering me her pussy without shame, clean and wet from the water before. I had her right in front of me and I took my time. I didn’t want to go straight for anything. I wanted to kiss her down there the way you kiss a mouth, play with her lips, linger, waste time on purpose. Play for the sake of playing, with no goal, just for the pleasure of it.

I started slowly, barely brushing her with the tip of my tongue, blowing on her clit, letting anticipation do half the work. I ran my tongue flat over her entire slit, from bottom to top, very slowly, tasting her. That slow game undid Mariela like nothing else. I felt her loosen, the tension in her shoulders dissolving as she surrendered to the seat, to me, to the moment.

—Don’t stop —she said in a thread of a voice—. Suck me like that, slowly.

I wasn’t planning to stop. She lifted her legs and rested them on my shoulders, opening wider, and I noticed her sliding a little forward until she was even more exposed. I parted her pussy lips with my thumbs and caught her clit between them, sucking it in with a pull that made her arch. I alternated broad tongue strokes with tiny, precise circles around the hood, and every time I felt her belly tense I paused for an instant before starting again.

I slid two fingers into her while I kept sucking her clit. I pushed them in slowly, turning them, searching for the rough little spot above, and when I found it she jolted and pressed her legs against my head. I began moving my fingers in a slow but steady rhythm, pulling them out and pushing them back in, without stopping working her clit with my tongue. Her pussy was making a wet sound that was driving me crazy.

She responded with her whole body. Her hips started seeking me out, her fingers tangled in my hair, her nails digging lightly into my scalp every time I hit the exact spot. I listened to her breathing like someone reading a map: when to speed up, when to stop for just a second to drive her mad, when to keep pressing. She was rubbing her cunt against my mouth without the slightest restraint, riding my face as if I were nothing but a toy at the service of her pleasure, and I liked it so much I almost came without being touched.

—Wait, wait —she gasped suddenly, tugging gently at my hair to pull me up—. Stand up. I’m about to come, and I don’t want to, not yet.

I rose with my knees numb from all the tile, but I didn’t care in the least. My face was burning, my mouth soaked with her, my chin shining, and she looked up at me with a smile that promised payback. She leaned forward and licked my lips, tasting herself in my mouth, before dropping her gaze to my cock, which was twitching against my belly on its own.

—First things first —she murmured—, give me that.

She grabbed my cock with both hands and took it into her mouth without any preamble. She swallowed it whole to the back of her throat, squeezing me with her throat, and came back up leaving a thread of saliva hanging from the tip. She sucked me slowly, marking every inch with her tongue, catching my balls with one hand and massaging them while with the other she held me by the base. I looked down at her and she held my gaze, mouth open, tongue out, letting me see how she took me in and out, showing off without saying a word. I pressed on her head so she wouldn’t stop, and she sped up until I felt the first warnings that this was getting away from me.

—Stop —I asked, pulling her hair back.

She released my cock with a smack, wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb, and smiled.

—Your turn to sit —she said.

***

We switched places. I sat down on the toilet lid and she stayed standing for a moment, looking at me, making me wait on purpose, giving me back with interest the game of patience. I was ready, more than ready after having her like that for so long, with my cock pointed at the ceiling and my balls tight from holding out.

She came over slowly, stepped a leg over me, and straddled my thighs. She lowered one hand, settled me to her liking, rubbing the tip against her clit several times before beginning, without hurry, deciding the angle, the moment, everything. And then she sat down.

I felt her taking me in little by little, centimeter by centimeter, until we were completely joined. Her cunt opened around me as if it had been waiting for me all night, tight and hot and impossibly wet. Mariela let out the breath she’d been holding and pressed her forehead to mine. We stayed like that for a second, still, feeling only each other’s breathing and the pulse that seemed to have synchronized us in cock and cunt.

—Now yes —she whispered—. Now you’re all the way inside.

She started moving. First slowly, rocking with her hands on my shoulders, measuring each rise and fall as if she wanted to memorize them. Every time she went down she took me to the hilt and I felt her ass strike my thighs with a wet, heavy sound. I held her hips, not to guide her but to feel every movement, not to miss a thing. I bit one nipple, sucked it, tugged at it with my teeth, and she answered by speeding up a little more. The bathroom light fell across her wet back and I couldn’t stop watching her.

The rhythm grew on its own. A little faster. Then a little more. Her thighs slapped against mine, her chest brushed my face, and almost none of the calm from the beginning remained. Now we were pure instinct, two bodies seeking each other with a hunger that admitted no pauses. I squeezed her ass with both hands, spread her open, helped her drop harder onto me, and she let me, and dug her nails into my back, and bit my neck, and panted broken words that were not always words.

—Like that, like that, harder, don’t stop, fuck me, don’t stop.

And at some point, between gasps, she whispered in my ear what always finished lighting us up.

—The first one to come loses.

I laughed without air. It was our usual game, that stupid, delicious competition to see who could last longer without giving in. An excuse to stretch pleasure to the limit, to grit your teeth and breathe deep and think about anything at all as long as you didn’t give in first.

—I’m in —I said, though I doubted very much I could win.

From there on everything became a war of patience. She sped up on purpose, squeezing my cock on every drop, contracting the muscles inside to suck me in without even moving; I slowed her hips with my hands, stealing her a second of truce she gave me no thanks for. Mariela locked eyes with me, defiant, biting her lip, and I held that gaze even though inside I was on the edge of the cliff, feeling my balls draw up and my semen start demanding its way out.

—That soon? —she taunted, noticing my thighs trembling—. Hold on, my love, hold on a little longer.

—Not even close —I lied, and gave her a slap on the ass that pulled a moan out of her and made her squeeze me even tighter.

It was a lie and we both knew it. I pressed my hands against her hips, tried to slow her down, but she resisted, rocking forward and back in a way that made me lose track of my own tricks, rubbing her clit against my pubis on every turn. I squeezed my eyelids shut, counted numbers, thought about any stupid thing, whatever it took to last one second longer than her.

She didn’t have it easy either. Every so often a moan slipped out of her that gave away she was as on the edge as I was, and then it was my turn to provoke her, to shove my cock upward just as she came down, to search for her clit with my hand and rub it with my thumb in quick circles until she was left with no defense.

—That’s cheating —she protested through her teeth, her legs trembling.

—There are no rules —I reminded her, and shoved a finger into her mouth. She sucked it without stopping riding me.

And it was true: there had never been any rules, only the absurd pride of not giving in first and the pleasure of pretending we could control something that had already been beyond both of us for a while. We held ourselves at the edge, laughing half the time, panting, challenging each other with our eyes, prolonging the inevitable until it was no longer possible to prolong it.

We came together. There was no way to know who gave in a second sooner; it was as if one body dragged the other off the same cliff at the same instant. I felt her pussy start snapping around my cock, clenching me in short, fierce waves, and that was it: I let go inside her in a jolt that emptied me completely, cum after cum, while she dug her nails into my shoulders and moaned against my ear something that wasn’t any word at all. Mariela clung to me, I pulled her against my chest, and everything we’d been holding back came loose at once in a single shudder that left us breathless. I felt the semen seep out from inside her and slide over my balls and I didn’t care about anything.

We stayed still, pressed together, my cock still inside her, catching our breath. The bathroom smelled of soap and dampness and sex, and the only light was the extractor’s, humming as if nothing had just happened.

—Who won? —I asked when I could finally speak.

She lifted her head, still breathing hard, and smiled at me with that mischievous face she gets when she knows she’s right.

—It’s a tie —she said.

And we both laughed, wrapped around each other on the toilet lid, our wet skin cooling slowly, knowing that in that particular game a tie was, by far, the best possible result.