Jazz
When we finally figured out a place close enough to Minnesota Lake we could get a hotel room, a college town called Mankato, I made Benny jump in the shower first, after all, he had gotten the worst of it, I always seemed to come out of these little scrapes with no demon blood or guts on my skin, just my clothes. Not that it makes me feel any better about any of this though, I thought as I slipped out of my gore covered clothing and waited naked on the bed for Benny to finish so I could hop in. What the hell, I might as well join him, this place may not have enough hot water for two showers. Plus, there was something about the way he looked at me earlier, I don't know how much longer he will wait for an answer.
With that thought in my head, I walked into the bathroom, taking a breath or two of the humid foggy air, I slipped open the shower curtain, "Room for one more?" I asked him, looking him up and down, drinking in the details of his body.
"For you. There will always be space, even in a cramped shower such as this," Benny replied with a smirk, and I noticed just how tiny the shower really was.
"Close quarters call for close bedfellows, or something like that," I said with confidence as I stepped into the shower stall. It was an extremely close fit with us both in there, Benny towered over me, a good eight inches taller than my five foot six inch stature. I noticed his head was higher than the showerhead, and almost couldn't stop the giggle from escaping me. "Help me wash my hair?" I tried to make my voice sexy, but I was still choking back giggles.
"With pleasure," his voice had a growl-like effect going, and I felt warm wetness, that had nothing to do with the lukewarm water, pool between my thighs. I turned my back to him, allowing him to soap my hair, scraping at my scalp with his nails, sending delicious shivers down my spine. I let out a moan and leaned against his body, feeling the heat of him, the pressure of his arousal pressed against my back. His hands, still soapy from the shampoo, worked their way to my chest, massaging my breasts until my nipples were hard little points. He tweaked them between his thumb and finger, teasing them until they ached. Taking a little initiative, I turned to face him, pulling his mouth to mine, tasting his tongue, his lips, pressing against his arousal. "Dammit Jazz, this shower is just too small for the things I want to do to you," Benny said against my mouth, his hands kneading my ass, one finger teasing the entrance there.
"Then do something about it, Benny."
"Gladly." He picked me up, pressing me against his much taller frame, practically pulling the curtain from the rings, and slipping a bit in his haste, but never coming close to dropping me. He carried me out to the bed, placing me gently on the edge of it. He looked into my eyes for a moment and I could see the hesitation there, the questions, but I ignored them, like I had been doing for the last six months.
"Benny, please," I begged, pressing myself up off the bed to rub against him.
"You're not getting off that easy, you tease, my turn," he said, as he began to kiss his way down my body. His scratchy five o'clock shadow tickling my collarbone and he nipped me in the sensitive spot where my neck joined my shoulder. I let out a moan, hoping he would end the torture, praying he would never stop. My breath caught as before I knew it, one of my nipples was in his mouth. He worked it with his tongue and teeth and renewed heat blossomed in my core. When he finished with the first, he paid the same attention to the second, and just when I didn't think I could take it another second, he stopped. I pressed my eyes closed against the sweet torture of his breath on the sensitive skin of my abdomen as he moved lower, circling my bellybutton once with his tongue before his head rested at my core.
"Ready or not, here I come, and you too," he said a moment before his tongue began to make its way up and down my lower lips, searching for the sensitive nub that lay there, circling it, teasing it. As his tongue finally touched the nub, he simultaneously pushed two fingers deep inside me, finding my G spot easily. It did not take long with his tongue working my nub and his fingers rubbing my G spot before I crashed into an orgasm, crying his name into the shuttered afternoon light of the hotel room.
"I know you have one more in there, Jazz-baby, don't hold out on me now," his voice was husky with desire and I opened my eyes to see him lying propped above me on his elbows, gazing at me with an open hunger, I could feel his cock pressed against my thigh. I shivered at the knowledge I had done that to him. Made him feel this way. I put one hand behind his head, pulling gently on his hair, and bringing his mouth to mine. I could taste myself on his tongue, and suckled it, causing him to moan into my mouth. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling myself up to meet him. I felt his breath catch as he slipped into me and then I was lost in the ecstasy of being joined with him, feeling him fill me. Our bodies moving together and apart in a rhythm we had perfected over two years since that first night in the parking lot of Saints & Sinners. Another wave crashed through me and I bit down on Benny's shoulder to stop a scream of pleasure from escaping the room, a moment later, Benny cried out wordlessly and I felt the warmth of his orgasm deep within me.
After, we laid next to each other, naked, our arms and legs tangled together and I couldn't help but think of that fateful night, and ask myself if a life like this was something I actually deserved.