The Heart System Chapter 556

With a wet pop, I withdrew my fingers and turned her around, pressing her front against the cool, damp ceramic tiles of the shower wall. Eleanor instinctively knew what to do; she bent over, placing both hands firmly on the marble, her back arching into a deep, inviting curve.

Her rear was spread wide, the skin still flushed from our earlier activities, and her asshole remained slightly parted from the touch of my fingers. I reached down, my palms closing around her generous cheeks, pulling them apart to expose her even more.

Bowing my head, I expelled saliva directly onto the tight, heated entrance. Then, leaning forward, I rubbed the tip of my cock against the opening, the friction of the moist skin sending my senses reeling. I was on the precipice of possessing her in a manner she would forever recall.

The water cascaded down in a heavy, consistent rhythm, transforming the shower stall into a steamy, heated enclosure. My gaze fell upon the elegant curve of Eleanor’s back, water droplets clinging to her skin before vanishing into the deep crevice of her buttocks. My desire for her was immense, specifically for her innermost part. I yearned to hear her cries of intensity fill this marble chamber until her voice gave out.

Positioning myself behind her, the head of my cock pressed against that tight, puckered opening. I initiated a firm, decisive thrust, but met an unyielding barrier. Eleanor’s breath hitched, her fingers digging into the grout lines of the tiles as she registered the pressure.

"God, Evan... wait," she gasped, her voice reverberating off the glass. "It’s... it’s too much. You’re too thick."

I tried once more, clenching my jaws and channeling my weight into the attempt, but it felt like forcing a thick column through the eye of a needle. The skin was too dry, the resistance too great despite the water. Progress was impossible, leading only to a sore phallus and a frustrated woman.

"Hold on," I grunted, my voice a mixture of annoyance and escalating desire.

My hand reached for the bottle of opulent, oil-based body wash resting on the marble shelf. I opened it and poured a substantial amount into my palm. It was thick, slick, and formulated for moisture – precisely what was needed to transform her into a yielding passage. I then reached for her, my fingers spreading the slippery liquid over her asshole, working it in until the area was a glistening, exquisitely lubricated expanse.

"Better?" I inquired, my voice deepening significantly.

"I think... I think you’re about to find out," she whispered, her head bowed, her breathing becoming shallow and rapid.

Gripping her hips, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her waist for stability, I leaned in. The intense heat of the shower felt like it was setting my skin ablaze. I realigned myself and pushed forward. This time, there was no resistance. With a wet, profound slide, I felt the firm tightness of her muscles yield. I glided inside her, the sensation so overwhelming and constricting that it felt as though I were being entirely consumed.

Eleanor released a sharp, broken cry that was a blend of a shriek and a moan. Her back arched further, her chest pressing flat against the damp tiles as she accommodated my entire length.

"Fuck," I exhaled sharply, my eyes momentarily rolling back. "You’re so damn tight, Eleanor."

"You're... you’re stretching me open," she choked out, her voice trembling. "Keep going. Don’t you dare stop now."

I began to move, the rhythm deliberately slow and almost torturous. Each retraction generated incredible suction, and each forward thrust, aided by the slick soap, was smooth yet profoundly intense. The sound of our bodies colliding created a wet, rhythmic slapping, a counterpoint to the roar of the shower.

"Is this what you desired?" I moaned, my hands shifting from her hips to her shoulders, holding her against the wall as I quickened the pace. "Having me take you like this while the others are unconscious in the adjacent room?"

"Yes!" she wailed, her head tossing from side to side beneath the torrent of water. "I want to feel every inch of you. Ruin me, Evan. Fuck me until I break!"

No further encouragement was needed. Adjusting my stance, I planted my feet firmly on the wet floor for enhanced leverage. My thrusts became more primal and aggressive, each one a deep, full-depth strike that sent waves of pleasure directly to my core. The restraint was gone; the composed Evan from the living room had vanished.

"Such a greedy woman, Eleanor," I murmured near her ear, my teeth grazing her skin. "Demanding more when you can barely manage what I’m giving you."

"I can take it!" she screamed, her voice cracking. "More! Fuck me harder!"