Chapter 26: Fucking Caroline 3
Logan kept the rhythm steady and deep, each slow thrust rolling his hips so the full length of him dragged along her front wall.
Water cascaded over their shoulders and ran in rivulets down the curve of Caroline’s back, pooling briefly in the small of her spine before spilling over the sides of her hips.
The steam had thickened enough that the glass walls of the shower were fogged, turning the world outside the enclosure into a soft, indistinct blur.
Only the two of them existed inside the heat and the wet sound of skin meeting skin.
His fingers never stopped moving between her legs. The pad of his middle finger circled her clit in tight, unhurried loops timed to the push of his cock. Every few strokes he pressed a little harder, just enough to make her breath hitch and her inner walls flutter.
The Perverted Hands skill turned even that light pressure into something that bordered on too much; Caroline’s thighs trembled, and soft, broken sounds kept escaping her throat no matter how hard she tried to bite them back.
"Logan... please..."
He didn’t ask what she was begging for. He simply adjusted the angle, tilting her hips a fraction higher with the hand that had been cupping her breast. The new position let him sink even deeper.
The head of his cock nudged that sensitive place inside her on every stroke, and the resulting moan was loud enough to echo off the tiles. Caroline’s fingers splayed wider against the wall, nails scraping lightly. Her standing leg shook.
Logan leaned in until his chest pressed fully against her back, the warm water trapped between their bodies. His mouth found the side of her neck again—open, wet kisses that trailed up to the soft spot just behind her ear. He spoke against her skin, voice low and rough.
"You’re going to come again like this. Standing. With my cock buried all the way inside you and the water running over us. And you’re going to keep your hands on the wall the whole time."
Caroline’s only answer was a shaky nod and a soft, desperate sound.
Logan rewarded her by picking up the pace just slightly—still controlled, still deliberate, but with enough force that the wet slap of his hips against her ass grew louder than the shower.
His fingers on her clit matched the new tempo, rubbing in firm, steady circles.
The dual stimulation, multiplied by the skill, pushed her higher with ruthless efficiency.
Her orgasm built in slow, heavy waves rather than a sudden crash.
First the tightening of her walls, then the trembling that spread from her core outward, then the long, low cry that tore free as pleasure finally spilled over. Logan felt every pulse, every rhythmic squeeze around his cock.
He kept thrusting through it, slower now, deeper, drawing the climax out until her legs threatened to buckle completely.
Only when the strongest tremors eased did he ease his fingers away from her clit and wrap that arm around her waist to hold her upright.
He stayed buried inside her while she came down, breathing hard against her wet hair. The water continued to pour over them, rinsing away the fresh slickness that had mixed with the spray.
Logan’s free hand stroked slowly up and down her side, from the underside of her breast to the soft curve of her hip and back again—gentle, possessive, giving her time to catch her breath even as his cock remained hard and throbbing deep inside her.
When her breathing finally steadied he pulled out with careful control. Caroline made a soft sound of loss.
Logan turned her to face him, guiding her under the direct stream so the water ran over her face and down her chest. He cupped her cheeks, thumbs stroking along her cheekbones, and kissed her—slow, deep, thorough.
She opened for him immediately, tongue meeting his, the taste of water and shared breath mingling. One of her hands came up to rest against his chest; the other slid around his waist as if she needed the contact to stay standing.
He broke the kiss only when both of them needed air. Resting his forehead against hers for a moment, he spoke quietly.
"Turn around again. Hands on the wall. I’m not finished with you yet."
Caroline obeyed without protest, the last of her earlier resistance long gone. She braced her palms against the tile once more and arched her back, presenting herself.
Logan took a moment simply to look—water streaming down the line of her spine, the soft give of her ass, the way her pussy still looked flushed and open from him.
Then he stepped in close again, guiding the thick head of his cock between her folds from behind.
He pushed in slowly this time, inch by inch, watching the way her body accepted him, the way her shoulders tensed and then melted as he filled her completely once more.
This round he kept the pace almost languid. Long, deep strokes that let her feel every ridge and vein. One hand returned to her breast, kneading gently, rolling the nipple between thumb and finger.
The other slid lower, but instead of going straight to her clit he simply rested his palm over her mound, fingers framing her folds so that every thrust caused her to rub against his hand. The friction was subtle, constant, and—thanks to the skill—intensely effective.
Caroline’s soft moans filled the steamy enclosure. She pushed back to meet him on every stroke, the earlier hesitance replaced by open need.
Logan let the rhythm continue for long minutes, never rushing, simply taking her with steady, thorough strokes while the hot water poured over them both.
Every so often he would grind deep and stay there, rolling his hips in small circles that pressed the head of his cock against that sensitive inner spot until she whimpered and clenched around him.
When he finally decided to change position he pulled out, turned her, and lifted her easily. Caroline’s legs wrapped around his waist on instinct.
Logan carried her the short distance to the built-in tiled bench at the far end of the shower, sat down, and guided her to straddle him. Water still cascaded over their shoulders as she sank down onto his cock, taking him to the hilt in one smooth motion.
The new angle let her control the depth and pace; Logan simply held her hips and watched her face as she began to move.