Winning My Ex-Crush

Fenella’s POV

Laird’s hands trailed to my thighs and bottoms. Without needing to say a word, I wrapped both of my legs around his waist and immediately felt the hard bulge pressing against my groin. He carried me further to the end of the room while continuing to suck on my tongue.

Apparently, he pushed open the bathroom door, and in an instant, I found myself in his bathroom. I looked around Laird’s spacious bathroom. I thought he would sit me on the marble sink table in his bathroom, but I was wrong.

Carefully, he lowered me into the still-dry bathtub. He joined me in the tub and stood near me. Our lips were still locked in a passionate kiss as his hands slowly removed my shirt, forcing me to briefly separate from him.

“Do you want to shower with me?” I whispered softly in front of his lips as my hands began to unbutton his shirt, one by one.

“Yes. Multitasking makes our time much more efficient, and I don’t want our food to get too cold,” he whispered in my ear.

Laird’s hands then embraced my body and unhooked my black bra. Finally, both of us stood bare-chested, and Laird’s gaze immediately ignited as he looked at my breasts. His hands continued to unzip the pencil skirt I was wearing. I quickly followed suit and unzipped Laird’s pants until we were completely naked.

Laird quickly threw all our clothes toward the laundry basket. He gently pushed me to lean against the cold wall in the bathroom, feeling the chill against my back. Then he lifted his knee and rested one foot against the wall.

Now, my legs were spread wider so he could press his body closer to mine. His hard shaft began to press more sharply against my groin, and I moaned in pleasure, but Laird was still hesitant to enter me. Laird’s lips descended to my neck as one of his fingers played with my nipple.

“More, Laird,” I begged, gasping loudly.

I didn’t know why my body was so sensitive and responsive to Laird’s touch. Just a few minutes later, I had reached my first climax. I knew this was just the beginning, and Laird would make me orgasm multiple times.From NôvelDrama.Org.

Slowly, he sat on the edge of the bathtub and pulled me closer. Quickly, he then licked and sucked on my nipples greedily. One hand held my back while the other pressed my clit in quick pinches.

“Laird! Laird!”

I shouted his name repeatedly as my hands gripped his hair to keep his hot, wet tongue on my pebbled nipple. Combined with my stiffened clit, I was increasingly driven by the desire to arch my body naturally backward.

My chest was now lifted higher to give Laird more access to both my breasts, and he took full advantage of his position. His mouth alternated between giving attention to both my nipples while his other hand began to delve deeper into my pussy.

He inserted his two fingers into my already wet pussy and began to thrust his fingers rhythmically. Goodness! I could no longer hold back the loud moans that escaped along with the tremors in my body from my second orgasm. His fingers, wet with my juices, were then lifted and sucked with a distinct sound.

“I love how responsive you are, baby,” he said.

“Laird, I also want to suck yours,” I pleaded playfully.

He smiled crookedly. “Another time. For now, we have to finish this quickly.”

Then Laird turned on the warm water from the shower to soak our bodies completely. Then he pumped some liquid soap from the wall dispenser several times.

As if knowing what he was thinking, I turned off the water tap. Then he filled his hands with soap and spread it over my body.

His hands glided easily over every inch of my skin. He massaged and kneaded both of my breasts skillfully. With sensual movements, he caressed and rubbed my back, stomach, and thighs.

He even slid three of his fingers, slippery with soap, into my opening. I was startled by the thickness and size of his fingers, but because of the slickness, I felt no pain at all. There was only pleasure after pleasure with each of his movements.

“Laird!” I moaned loudly again from the orgasm.

As if understanding what I needed, he finally stood up and backed me into the corner of the bathroom. I quickly pumped liquid soap into my own hands and applied it all over Laird’s body. I rubbed his body gently, then teased his nipples until he twitched with ticklish pleasure until both of his nipples peaked.

His hands continued to massage my breasts tightly, but stopped when my hands reached his erection. I immediately took advantage of his distraction and covered his large cock with slippery soap. The pre-cum was mixed with scented soap, and I could feel his member growing and hardening.

“This is so slick,” he sighed with his eyes closed from the pleasure-inducing sensation.

“Are you going to put it in now?” I asked softly.

“Yes,” he obediently said.

Then he turned my body around and pressed my hips lower. His hands pulled on my hips until his cock easily entered my pussy. My chest pressed against the cold wall, making my nipples tingle, but it provided a contrasting sensation with the burning heat in my pussy.

Laird began to move swiftly, and I realized the soap had provided additional assistance for his huge cock to pound on me. His hips moved quickly, and his shaft slid in and out of my sensitive core effortlessly.

“Oh!” His hands twisted both of my nipples until I screamed in excitement.

“I want to see your face,” Laird said, then turned my body around, and this time he pressed me against the wall in the same position as earlier.

His still stiff and hard erection then re-entered my core. I could now feel how quickly and intensely my clit was being continuously pleasured by his balls. The slippery soap truly allowed Laird the freedom to give friction after friction in my pussy.

When the pleasure peaked, that was when our bodies tensed simultaneously. As if driven by explosive desire, Laird and I tightened our embrace very closely. I could even smell the strong scent of sex overpowering the scent of soap.

Our breaths were ragged, and we rested our heads on each other’s shoulders. We caught our breath for a moment. Then slowly, he stepped back and turned on the shower tap again.

“Our food must be cold by now,” Laird said hoarsely.

“It’s okay. I’m sure it’s still delicious,” I said as I cleaned Laird’s body from all the soap.