“I want you to kiss my poochie, you lovely boy, but I want a shower first, Finny, come with me, I need you to do my back!” she wheedled, her fingertips gently playing over his scrotum, stiffening his cock even further.
“We won’t get that far if you keep doing that!” he sighed, his eyes closing as she gently encircled his balls, her fingertip lightly rubbing his perineum.
For answer, Lara kissed him, slipping her tongue between his lips and kissing him softly as her warm little hand gently squeezed his balls.
Finn groaned and rolled on top of her, his tongue fencing with hers as he slid his cock into her in one long, slow glide, feeling her hiss into his mouth as he filled and stretched her pussy all over again.
“Oh yes, Finny, do that, do that, oh yes, oh yes…!” she chanted softly as Finn slowly pumped himself in and out of her, his hands sliding down to the small of her back and pushing her nipples up to where he could suck them as he fucked her. Lara groaned at the assault on her sensitive nipples, her hips bucking up to meet his as he thrust into her repeatedly, his excitement rising as she rhythmically clenched and released him. Suddenly he pulled out of her, leaning back on his haunches to pull her up to him.
“Turn around, baby-girl, turn around… yes like that!” he murmured as Lara, realising what he wanted to do, got on her hands and knees, his eyes fixed on her beautiful, heart-shaped rear. Finn gazed in rapture at the sight of her bare, swollen little pussy, the labia still parted from their earlier coupling, and her tight anus, the little pink knot quivering as she flexed her taut arse-cheeks in anticipation.
Finn walked on his knees up behind her and took hold of her smooth hips, his throbbing cock pointing straight at her damp pussy, and as he watched in almost a dream state, one of his favourite fantasy images coming to life right there and then, he slid his cock back between her plump labia, Lara hissing as he filled her once again, and pushing back against him as he began once more pumping himself into her. Almost without thinking about it, he slid his hands under her rib-cage, to catch and squeeze her hanging breasts, once again feeling her nipples stiff and straining between his fingertips as he gently squeezed and rolled them. Lara gasped and pushed back harder against him, her taut buttocks bouncing and flattening against his midriff as he simultaneously pumped into her.
Lara was in a new world; the feelings she was getting from her darling Finny fucking her in this way were too much to understand or even think about; all she knew was the feel of him boring into her as she pushed back against him was the most erotic thing she’d ever felt, a blizzard of sensations sleeting through her as her man made love to her in such an exciting way; she could feel her orgasm building, and Finn seemed to sense it, his thrusts becoming harder, more powerful, nearly slamming into her in his urgency. Lara squeezed her pussy muscles tight around him, intensifying the sensations for herself, finally pushing him over the edge.
Finn felt her tighten around him, and he lost whatever minimal self-control he still retained; his cock swelled, filling her as she held him tightly, climax roaring through him as bolt after bolt of spunk jetted into her, hot liquid spurts filling her up and squeezing out of her overfilled pussy to spill on the bed below as her convulsing pussy milked him of every drop of semen.
As Finn climaxed, Lara suddenly felt her own orgasm gather and blow hotly through her, her ears ringing as Finn filled her with heat, the sperm filling her setting her off on her own gasping, whimpering high as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her, the feel of Finn squeezing and pinching her nipples sending more and more electric jolts through her to quiver in her convulsing pussy.
Lara slumped down on the bed, Finn on top of her, his hard cock still embedded in her, and his hands still grasping her firm breasts. They lay in their sweat, too winded to speak, waiting for the noise in their heads to lessen as they recovered from their explosive mutual orgasm.
Eventually, Finn slipped from her, to slump onto his back next to her, still too winded to speak, but smiling back at Lara when she grinned at him.
“Now I guess we really do need that shower!” she twinkled at him, Finn grinning as he pulled her closer to kiss her once more. As their hearts gradually slowed to something like normal, Finn finally caught his breath, tilting her head back so he could nibble her lips.
“You’re mine now, baby-girl, never forget that; you belong to me, and I’ll always be yours… if you want me!” he murmured, dipping his head down to plant gentle kisses on her throat and neck. Lara looked up at him, her eyes bright with unshed tears.
“Finny… Finn, I’ll always want you, I’ve always wanted only you, I’ll never let you go now; you’re mine now, beautiful boy!” she smiled, accepting a kiss from him and burrowing happily into the circle of his arms, “Just remember one thing, Finn Elliot; you look at any other girls, for any reason, and I’ll fix you, just you wait and see!”
Finn laughed, and gently smacked her quivering bottom, enjoying how the firm flesh bounced and jiggled beneath his hand.
“Shower-time, baby-girl, we smell exactly like what we’ve been doing, I really need a shower, and so you, so come on, last one in has to let the other one bite them anywhere they like!”
“Ohhh, Finny, I’m so comfortable…!” groaned Lara, kissing him lightly. Finn felt her lips form a smile even as she kissed him, and suddenly she jumped of the bed and pelted for the en-suite shower, giggling as he floundered behind her.
Lara darted into the shower cubicle and stood under the showerhead, posing and grinning.
“I win, I get to bite you!” she sing-song’d, turning round and flirting her spectacular little bottom at him, before pressing the button on the wall. A hot spray enveloped them both as Lara threw her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, lovingly.
“I cheated Finny, so if you want to, you can bite me anywhere you like, baby, okay? Or maybe you ‘d like to lick me as well…?” she whispered, wriggling delightfully against him.
Finn growled as his hands once more sought out their favourite handhold; the cheeks of her little peach bottom, pulling her close against him.
“I think I’ll bite your bum, Lara, several times; I want to see what it tastes like, Miss Lara Ffion Elliot!”
Lara giggled and picked up the bottle of shower gel, dumping a good squirt into her hand and rubbing it all over Finn’s chest and midriff.
“You do me, now, Finny!” she grinned, handing him the gel.
Finn squirted the gel onto her shoulders and working it into lather, spreading it down her torso, taking care to lovingly cover her breasts with the slippery, soapy liquid. Lara giggled as he spun her around and rubbed gel into her back, all the way down to her buttocks, making sure he soaped between the cheeks of her bum, rubbing a soapy finger gently over her puckered little anus, before gently sliding it into her, Lara gasping and wriggling at the penetration. Finn pumped the finger in and out of the tight little hole a few times, before sliding his hands around her waist and up to cup and squeeze her breasts, tweaking and rolling her nipples, making her gasp and wriggle against him all over again.
Lara turned to face him, her hands filled with more liquid soap, and grinned as she soaped his cock and balls, pulling back his foreskin to wash his penis everywhere, squeezing him as she fisted his flaccid cock, and smiling cheekily when he hardened in her hands. Lara pressed her lips to his before wrapping her hands around him to soap and scrub his back. Finn grinned and turned her round as he pulled her back under the spray, running his hands over her and rinsing the shower soap off even as his pounding erection slipped into the cleft between her buttocks. With his cock parked, he took a double handful of shampoo and worked it into her glorious jet-black mane of hair. Lara took over working the shampoo into her hair, so Finn slid his hands around her again, squeezing her breasts and rolling her nipples between his soapy fingers, before sliding a hand between her legs to stroke and tease her pussy, slipping a finger inside her and making her gasp as he stroked her clitoris, all the while rubbing his cock between her buttocks.
Lara reached behind to hold him, squeezing and sliding her hand up and down his surging cock, holding herself away from him every time he tried to push into her; she had other plans, something she thought they’d both enjoy. So, teasing, rubbing, squeezing and kissing, they worked themselves up, Finn almost exploding with the need to fill her with spunk again, and almost beside himself with pent-up sexual frustration as Lara continued to deny him her body, instead working him almost into a frenzy of lust-filled need.
Lara turned off the shower spray and pulled a bath towel off the rail, rubbing Finn down briskly but gently, savouring the feel and scent of his freshly-washed skin against hers. Finn was in an agony of need, the sight of her nipples dancing as she dried him playing hob with his senses; he wanted to grab her, push her back against the wall, yank her legs apart, and hold her up while he shoved his aching cock far up inside her, but this was Lara, he could never do something like that to her. Besides, her secret little smile tipped him off that she had something planned, so he suppressed his urges as best he could, and tried not to think of her desirable body so tantalisingly close.