Chapter 355 Thoroughly kissed

Stephan bit her earlobe gently, his mind filled with endless memories of what had just happened.

“Where did you find those videos?”

Alana answered, her face flushed, “Eve, my best friend sent them to me. She said they were her personal collection.”

Stephan chuckled softly. “Your best friend has finally done something that pleases me.”

Alana blinked.

“How long have you been practicing?”

“Two to three hours.”

Stephan curved his lips. “Not bad. You’ve only been learning for two to three hours, yet you’ve picked it up so well. It’s clear you’re very talented.”

Alana’s face flushed crimson; she was too embarrassed to answer.

Stephan turned her to face him.

At the moment, both of them were now completely naked.

He got on his knees now.

Warm water cascaded over his shoulders and down the hard lines of his back as he settled between her thighs.

Alana’s breath caught the moment she understood his intention. Her hands flew to his shoulders, half-startled, half-steadying herself against the slick tile wall.

“Stephan... wait...”

He only looked up at her, dark eyes gleaming through the steam, and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the soft skin of her inner thigh. Then higher and higher.

When his tongue finally dragged a slow, deliberate stripe through her folds, Alana’s knees nearly buckled.

“Ahh...”

The sound echoed off the wet tiles. Stephan hummed in approval, the vibration traveling straight through her. He licked her again, slower this time, savoring, mapping every sensitive place with focused precision.

His good hand gripped her hip to keep her steady; the injured one rested carefully against the wall for balance. He parted her with his thumbs and sealed his mouth over her clit, sucking gently at first, then with increasing pressure.

Alana’s head fell back against the tile. Soft, broken moans spilled from her lips.

“Mmm... ahh... ohhh...”

His tongue circled, flicked, and pressed. He alternated between long, flat strokes and quick, pointed flicks, learning exactly which rhythm made her thighs tremble. When he slid two fingers inside her while continuing to suck, her hips jerked forward with a sharper cry.

“Stephan... ahh... too much...”

He didn’t stop. He only adjusted the angle of his fingers, curling them upward until he found the spot that made her voice crack.

The dual sensation... wet heat of his mouth and the steady stroke of his fingers... pushed her higher faster than she expected.

Water streamed over both of them. Steam thickened.

Alana’s fingers tangled in his wet hair, not quite pulling him closer, not quite pushing him away.

“I’m... ahh... I’m going to...”

Stephan sucked harder, fingers thrusting in time, and Alana shattered. A long, trembling cry tore from her throat as her climax rolled through her in strong, pulsing waves.

Her inner walls clenched around his fingers; her thighs shook against his shoulders. He stayed with her through every aftershock, licking softly until the strongest tremors eased and she was left panting, flushed, and half-limp against the wall.

Only then did he rise.

Water ran down his chest as he stood, eyes dark with hunger. He kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on his tongue, then guided one of her legs up around his hip.

The head of his cock, already hard again... nudged against her entrance.

“Still with me?” he murmured against her mouth.

Alana nodded, still breathless. “Yes... yes...”

He pushed in slowly, the bare slide of skin against skin drawing a shared groan. The shower made everything slicker, hotter.

He sank to the hilt in one smooth thrust and held there for a moment, forehead pressed to hers, letting her adjust. Then he began to move.

The first thrusts were deep and controlled, the wet sound of their joining mixing with the rush of water.

Alana clung to his shoulders, soft moans rising with every roll of his hips...

“Ahh... mmm... ahh...”

He found a rhythm that ground against her still-sensitive clit. Steam curled around them.

His injured hand stayed braced carefully against the tile while the other gripped her thigh, holding her open.

“You feel so good like this,” he rasped. “Hot... tight... still fluttering from my mouth...”

Alana’s face burned, but her body answered for her, hips lifting to meet each thrust, inner walls clenching around him. He fucked her harder, the limited space of the shower forcing them into a tight, grinding pace that rubbed every sensitive place inside her. Her moans grew louder, less restrained.

“Ahh... Stephan... ohhh...”

He changed the angle, lifting her higher so her back pressed fully against the wet wall, and drove deeper.

The new pressure made her cry out sharply.

Another orgasm built fast, too fast... coiling low in her belly until it snapped. She came with a broken sob, pulsing around him, nails digging into his shoulders.

Stephan groaned at the sensation but held back, thrusting through her climax until the strongest waves passed.

He didn’t let her come down completely.

He shut off the water with a quick twist of the handle, then scooped her up with his good arm.

Alana’s legs wrapped around his waist on instinct. Water dripped from both of them onto the bathroom floor as he carried her out, still buried deep inside her, each step shifting him in a way that drew soft, startled sounds from her throat.

He laid her on the bed without pulling out. The cool sheets met her wet back. He followed her down, bracing on his right forearm, and immediately began to move again... long, deep strokes that made the bed creak.

Alana’s wet hair spread across the pillow. Her body was still trembling from the two orgasms in the shower, yet every thrust stoked the fire higher once more.

“Look at me,” Stephan ordered softly.

She forced her eyes open. The intensity in his gaze made her flush even hotter.

He kissed her hard, then trailed his mouth down her throat, biting gently at the place that always made her shiver. His pace increased... harder, deeper, the wet slap of skin filling the quiet bedroom.

“Ahh... ahh... mmmnh... yes...”

Alana’s legs locked around him. She met every thrust as best she could, soft cries spilling freely now.

Stephan reached between them with his good hand and rubbed tight circles over her clit. The dual stimulation pushed her over the edge a third time. She arched hard beneath him, a high, broken moan tearing from her throat as she came again, clenching around him in rhythmic waves.

Still he didn’t stop.

He pulled out only long enough to flip her onto her stomach, then dragged her hips up and sank back into her from behind in one smooth thrust. The new angle dragged a startled, pleasured cry from her.

He set a relentless rhythm, one hand gripping her hip, the other carefully braced beside her. The bed rocked. Soft, wet sounds mixed with Alana’s rising moans and Stephan’s low, guttural groans.

“You’re taking me so well,” he growled. “My good girl... so wet... so perfect...”

Alana buried her face in the pillow, muffling the next cry, but he reached forward and gently turned her head so he could hear every sound. He fucked her through another climax, then another, until she was shaking and oversensitive and still begging for more in soft, broken whispers.

The hours blurred...

He took her on her back again, slow and deep, whispering praise against her ear. He pulled her on top of him and guided her hips until she rode him with trembling thighs, her hands braced on his chest, soft moans falling from her lips with every downward roll.

He sat up and held her close while thrusting up into her, kissing her through yet another orgasm. When her legs gave out he simply turned her onto her side, lifted one thigh over his hip, and continued from behind, one arm wrapped securely around her waist.

The night stretched on.

Sweat replaced the earlier shower water. The sheets tangled and dampened. Alana lost count of how many times she came... each climax leaving her more pliant, more open, more lost in the sensation of him.

Stephan seemed tireless, driven by the memory of her mouth earlier and the way she kept responding to every touch. He murmured filthy, affectionate things against her skin... how good she felt, how beautiful she looked taking him, how he never wanted the night to end.

Near dawn, he finally let himself go.

He had her on her back once more, legs spread wide, driving deep and hard. Alana clung to him, soft, exhausted moans still rising with every thrust as another climax built.

When it crashed over her, she cried out his name, body tightening around him in long, pulsing waves. The rhythmic clench pulled him over the edge.

With a low, guttural groan he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, spilling deep inside her in hot, pulsing surges.

They stayed locked together afterward, breathing hard, bodies slick and trembling.

Stephan carefully shifted most of his weight off her, pressing soft kisses to her forehead, her closed eyelids, the corner of her mouth.

Alana’s arms remained loosely around his neck. Soft, contented little sounds still left her lips whenever he shifted inside her.

Outside, the sky had begun to lighten.

Inside, the room smelled of sex and steam and warm skin. Stephan brushed damp hair from her face and looked down at her... flushed, thoroughly kissed, thoroughly fucked.