Matthew (BBW Country Music Bear Shifter Romance) (Bearly Saints Book 1) (119 page)

“This is our rainstorm shower. You can’t have a rainstorm without a little thunder. Just let me know if it gets too intense,” Michael said, leaning forward to kiss her neck and behind her ear. He brought the sponge down to her navel, circling there for a moment before continuing down her thigh. He took a half step back and knelt down, brushing the luffa down the front of her leg and up the backside. 

Nesha bent forward, hands on her thighs, presenting herself to Michael and his ministrations. She felt the water come down harder, hot rain running down her body in rivulets, hitting the trimmed bush above her pussy and dripping down below. 

Michael brought the luffa across her ass and down her other leg. His free hand grabbed her inner thigh at the cusp of her sex, the top of his hand lightly brushing her pussy lips. He brushed the sponge across the front of her leg, taking his time. His hand between her thighs rose a little and rubbed against her clit.

Nesha moaned, pushing her exposed ass back against his hand. Another clap of thunder rumbled through the room, this one louder. The rainfall shower intensified, and she could feel her own juices flowing heavily to match. 

Michael stood and walked back to the corner to put the luffa away. He came back with block of soap in one hand and stood in front of Nesha. 

She felt his face come down to hers and she put her hands on his hips, pulling him into her. His cock pressed against her stomach, straining upwards against her navel. Her open mouth found his, their tongues interlocking eagerly. The block of soap danced across her body, Michael's other hand reaching down to cup and squeeze her ass. The force of his groping ground her pussy against the base of his cock and she eagerly tried to lift herself up onto it. 

Michael knelt down, running the soap up, down, and between her legs. The rain came down in a torrent. A loud clap of thunder crashed through the room, and a row of lights blinked once like a bolt of lightning. 

“You’ll let me know if it gets too intense,” Michael said, sliding the bar of soap to the corner like a hockey puck. He stood, embracing Nesha and pulling her up slightly so his erect cock rested along her pussy lips, her clit rubbing against the smooth skin at his base.

She bit her lip and winced, the pleasure jolting through her. Her pussy lips separated and spread out over the length of his cock, a slickness that was purely hers. Her mouth met his again, their tongues dancing. Her hands dug into his back, wanting him impossibly closer.

He broke off their kiss and brought his mouth down to her nipple, sucking and teasing the tip. His teeth brushed against it, threatening to nip her. He released it to give his attention to her other breast.

She ground down hard on his cock, feeling like she was straddling a balance beam. Her hands went to the back of his head, pulling him against her breast. The rain came down in buckets now, and another loud thunder clap boomed through the room, the lightning shortly behind it.

Michael's hands went back to her ass, and he lifted her off the ground. For a wonderful, agonizing moment Nesha felt the engorged head of his proud cock, slick with her lust, poised at her entrance. If he released her, gravity would unite them as one. Instead, he walked her back to a wall of the shower. He pulled his cock back from her, and his hands grabbed her wrists, stretching them back against the glass until her hands found pipes to hold on to.

“Those hands stay there, Nesha,” he said, kissing across her face and down her neck. She felt his stubble as he descended between her breasts, his tongue darting into her belly button. He chuckled at the squirming this caused. As he knelt in front of her, he lifted her knee and draped it across his shoulder. His mouth went to her pussy.

Nesha closed her eyes and tilted her head back, the hot rainstorm washing down over her. She felt his hand spread her lips and his tongue lapped against her folds, taking in her wetness. She pivoted her hips to grind against his mouth, wanting his tongue inside her. He obliged, slipping his tongue inside her, then pulling it out to flick against her clit. A warmth spread across her body that had nothing to do with the shower. Michael's other hand groped her ass, then slid between her cheeks to softly rub tiny circles against her asshole.

Nesha began grunting in time to his tongue thrusts. The leg laying against his back turned inward, trying to pin him in place.
Don’t stop! Don’t stop!
A clap of thunder exploded through the room, and the bright flash of lights went off instantly. Nesha came hard, filling Michael's mouth with her juices. 

He swallowed eagerly and dipped his tongue back into her, seeking out every drop. “I hope that wasn’t too intense for you.”

Nesha sagged back against the wall of the shower. Her breathing was deep and ragged. It took all her concentration to keep her legs from collapsing under her.

Michael stood and placed a single kiss on her lips, then walked to a wall and touched the glass again. The overhead rain shower stopped, and the lights slowly began to come back on. The rumble of thunder receded and vanished. “Take as much time as you like. When you’re ready for your massage, come out into the hall.”

Michael dried himself with a towel and put his robe back on, exiting the room.

Nesha stumbled out of the shower and quickly dried herself with the other towel so she wouldn’t get chilled. Then she put on her robe and sat down in the chair.
Have I ever had an orgasm like that?
She knew the answer already. Nothing in her life approached the sensations she felt in that shower.
I’ll have to take more of an interest in the weather!
Rising from the chair, she walked to the door and out into the hallway.

Looking down, Nesha saw that the blue and yellow petals had been swept away and replaced by pink petals. She followed them back to the main room, taking her time and running her fingertips along the walls. The trail of flowers led her down another hallway and to a door. She entered.

The room was larger than the shower room, with skylights above allowing ample sunshine into the room. The room had a tropical motif, with large conch shells arranged on pedestals of varying heights along the walls. Palm fronds hung above and around a wood massage table with several towels laid over it. Christopher stood next to the table, still wearing his white robe. 

Smiling, Nesha walked over to Christopher. “That shower is…something else.” Without prompting, Nesha shed her robe and put her hand on Christopher's chest, running her fingertips through his nest of hair.

“I’m glad you liked it. It was a big investment, but it might be the most advanced rain shower in the world. I think it will be good for business.” Christopher rested his hands on Nesha's hips, smelling her hair.

Nesha leaned back and looked up into his eyes. “Is this…business?”

“No, you are not a customer. You’re our honored guest.”

“But why me?”

“You’re going to bother asking that now?” Christopher asked, smiling mischievously.

Nesha felt embarrassed but held her ground. “Yes. I deserve to know.”

Christopher nodded. “Then you’ll know. Later. Right now it’s time for your massage. Are you ready?”

Snickering, Nesha laid down on the massage table. The soft towels nestled against her front, the radiant sunshine from above basking down onto her back. She laid her head to the left to watch Christopher as he began. 

He placed the back of one hand against the middle of Nesha's spine, his other hand dipping below the table edge to a shelf. It came back up cupping a small amount of white glistening oil. The strong smell of coconut wafted to Nesha. He slowly rubbed his hands together, warming the oil and allowing Nesha's body time to adjust to the massage. The small circles from his hand on Nesha's back gently rocked her side to side.

Christopher began by gently running his hands all over her back, coaxing the oil into her skin. Once his hands were gliding over her back without friction, he did the same with her arms. He was careful to always leave one hand connected to her, and he never lifted his hands off her to change their location. Instead he just followed the natural curves of her body to reach their new destination. Once he got down to her toes, he retraced his path all the way back up to her shoulders. He pressed his hands deeply into her shoulders.

Nesha gave out a little gasp as she felt his fingertips grab into her muscles, kneading them. The pain was sudden but dissipated as the tension melted away. As he leaned over her, Nesha's eyes followed down his body. Below his waist, his robe was pushed aside slightly, giving her a peek as his long cock. It’s circumcised tip was a deep purple, and she thought she could see the veins along it’s length pulsing. Nesha imagined what it would feel like as he entered her, parting her lips.

Christopher's hands made their way down her arms, releasing the aches in her triceps and forearms. Then he worked his way down her back, first one side then the other. He started at her spine and went straight across down her side. When he got to her ass his hands pressed even harder down into her flesh. While manipulating her ass cheeks, his circular motions would spread them apart, gaping her wet pussy and asshole open. He moved down her legs, releasing the tension in her hamstrings and calves.

“Turn over, please.”

Nesha turned over, her chest relieved from being pressed down into the towel. Her nipples stood fully erect, pointing up at the skylight above. The palm fronds above prevented the sunlight from shining right into her eyes. She breathed in and out slowly, watching Christopher as he walked around to the head of the table. She looked up into his eyes, her need obvious.

“Massaging the front is much more interesting.” Christopher leaned over and kissed her. Lingering, his mouth opened and their tongues found each other. His hand went to her breast, cupping it. He broke their kiss to move his mouth to the nipple he held high. 

Nesha grabbed the back of his head and took a handful of his hair. She pinned him against her breast, languishing as his tongue flicked her over and over. Her other hand reached between his legs and ran up his inner thigh. She felt his manhood begin to rise against her forearm as her hand went up to cup his sac. She hefted his balls, feeling their solid weight. Her fingernails lightly scratched the back, running from his taint down to each nut. She heard him moan against her breast.

Christopher released her breast and in one smooth motion untied his robe and let it fall to the floor. A large scar ran from one shoulder down his arm. Standing over her, he licked two fingers and brought them to her pussy. They found her clit and pulled the small hood back, releasing it to the open air.

Nesha's hand let his sac go and grabbed the base of his long cock. The purple head glistened with pre-cum, and she pulled it toward her hungry mouth.
Finally, a girl gets to have some fun.
She closed her eyes as Christopher's cock passed between her lips and she tasted his seed. She had to open her jaw a bit beyond her comfort zone to accommodate his size. Her hand twisted up and down his base, as she tried to fit more of him in her.

Christopher's breathing sped up, his fingers dipping into her pussy. He reached his fingers deep inside her, rubbing her frontal wall in an effort to find her G-spot. His other hand pressed down on the soft flesh right above her pussy, compressing it between his hands.

She arched her hips to give him easier access, shifting her upper body to the side to get them closer together. She licked up and down his shaft, flicking her tongue against his balls when they were in range. She spent extra time on the sensitive glans under his bulbous head. Putting the head of his cock back in her mouth, she widened her jaw. Her hand reach up to his ass and pulled him closer.

Christopher's fingering intensified as her mouth slid down almost to his nest of curly hair. He pulled his hips away from her and his cock slowly pulled out of her throat and popped out of her mouth. A river of spit ran down his shaft and soaked his balls. He replaced his fingers with his thumb and pressed a slick middle finger against her asshole. As he gently probed her sphincter, he guided his cock back into her waiting mouth.

Nesha stroked his balls and moved her mouth up and down his shaft. She could feel him tense up and try to pull out, but she held onto the base of his cock and kept him inside her mouth. 

“Unnh!” Christopher groaned loudly. 

A small spurt of cum hit her tongue and was following by several full pumps, which she swallowed. She loved it when she could have such control over a man’s pleasure. She gripped him hard at the base of his cock and milked it up to the tip, emptying it of every drop of seed. Nesha released her grip.

Christopher pulled his still hard cock out of her mouth and bent down to kiss her. His tongue plunged into her, blowing through her mouth like a gladiator on a conquest. He put his arms underneath her and pulled her down to the end of the massage table. He walked to the foot of the table, stroking himself savagely. He lifted her legs and rested her calves against his shoulders. His cock snaked up her belly, almost reaching her belly button. 

“Are you ready?”

“Shut up and get inside me!”

Christopher rubbed the tip of his cock against her clit, smiling as she squirmed. Then he slid the head up and down her labia, slick from the combination of her juices and the spit on his cock. He pressed forward, and in one smooth motion was buried to the hilt inside her.

She cried out in pleasure, it having been so long since a man had filled her up. No toy could ever compare to the feeling of his hard hot shaft bottoming out inside her. Her hands grabbed the end of the table to hold on for dear life as he pulled out and rammed into her again. Her breasts were a blur as Christopher picked up his pace, pounding her over and over.