Chapter 557: Chapter 557

She stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, her body vibrating against the wall as she rode the wave of the orgasm. I didn’t stop, though I slowed the pace, continuing to grind into her while she shuddered and sobbed under the spray. The sensation was incredible, the heat of her release washing over me, but I held firm. I wasn’t ready to let go yet.

The pressure in my gut was heavy, a dull ache that promised a massive finish, but I wanted to savor this. I wanted to feel her go limp, to feel the way she surrendered everything to me in the steam and the noise.

“Fuck, Eleanor,” I whispered, my voice sounding distant even to my own ears. “You really are a piece of work.”

She didn’t answer, her head resting against the tile, her breathing coming in ragged, uneven gasps. She was completely undone, a beautiful, wrecked mess of a woman, and I was still buried deep inside her, throbbing and ready for the next round. I pulled back slightly, the suction making a wet, popping sound, before pushing back in with a slow, possessive grind.

The sun was fully up now, the light reflecting off the chrome fixtures and the white marble, but in here, in the heat of the shower, the night was still very much alive. I looked at the curve of her back, the reddened skin of her ass, and the way the water washed the soap and sweat away, and I knew I wasn’t letting her out of this shower until I’d had my fill.

The steam had become a thick, opaque veil, clinging to the marble walls and turning the master bath into a humid tropical box. I was still locked into Eleanor, my hands anchored firmly on her hips, driving into her with a slow, heavy grind that made the oil-based soap foam white against her skin. Every time I bottomed out, I could feel the vibration of her moans through my own chest.

The heavy click of the bathroom door was nearly drowned out by the roar of the shower, but the sudden shift in air pressure was unmistakable. I glanced back, my breath hitching as the frosted glass door swung open.

Jasmine, Kim, Minne, and Tessa stood there, a line of naked, exhausted, yet curiously revived women. They looked like they’d just crawled out of a pile of silk sheets, their hair messy and their eyes heavy-lidded.

“I knew I heard something over the water,” Tessa said, her voice a low, raspy drawl as she leaned against the doorframe, her eyes immediately dropping to where I was buried in Eleanor. “And here I thought you two were actually trying to save the planet by sharing a shower.”

“Wow,” Kim muttered, stepping further into the room and letting the steam coat her skin. “You really didn’t waste any time, did you? Straight for the tightest spot.”

Jasmine whistled low, her gaze fixed on the way Eleanor was arched against the tile. “She looks like she’s about to melt into the floorboards. You’re really putting in the work, Evan.”

I didn’t stop. If anything, the audience made my rhythm sharpen. I looked over my shoulder, a slow smirk spreading across my face as the warm spray hit my back. “The water’s warm and there’s plenty of soap to go around. Why are you all standing out there catching a draft? Get in here.”

They didn’t need a second invitation. One by one, they stepped into the oversized walk-in shower, the space suddenly feeling a lot smaller and a hell of a lot hotter. The scent of sandalwood and wet skin intensified as they crowded around us, the water splashing off our shoulders and onto them.

Jasmine didn’t hesitate. She saw the way Eleanor was struggling to keep her knees from buckling and moved in to help. She knelt down on the wet tile directly beneath Eleanor’s arched frame, pressing her back against the cool marble for stability. She reached up, her hands gripping Eleanor’s thighs to keep her steady, acting as a human brace.

As I drove forward again, bottoming out with a wet slap, a fresh slurry of my earlier cum and Eleanor’s own heat oozed from her pussy, caught in the downward flow of the shower water. Jasmine leaned forward, her eyes locked on mine for a second before she began to lick the mess clean, her tongue tracing the curves of Eleanor’s inner thighs and center, catching every drop before it could hit the drain.

“God… Evan…” Eleanor choked out, her head hanging low as Jasmine’s touch added a new, electric layer to the friction I was providing from behind. “I can’t… there’s too much going on…”

“Just take it,” I muttered, my voice dropping into a rough command. I reached forward, my hands sliding over her ribs to cup her heavy breasts, squeezing them in sync with my thrusts. “You wanted the distraction. Now you’ve got it.”

Kim moved to my side, her slick skin rubbing against my arm as she reached out to stroke Eleanor’s hair out of her face. She leaned in, whispering filth into Eleanor’s ear that made the older woman shiver. “Look at you, Eleanor. You’ve got all of us watching you take him. You look so fucking good like this.”

Tessa was behind me, her hands sliding over my shoulders and down my chest, her fingernails lightly grazing my skin. She wasn’t trying to pull me away; she was pushing me closer, her body heat a constant pressure against my back. “Keep going, Evan. Don’t you dare slow down now. I want to see how much she can actually take.”

Minne, ever the shyest, stayed near the edge of the spray, her eyes wide as she watched the display. But even she couldn’t stay away. She reached out, her small, soft hand finding the small of Eleanor’s back, rubbing soothing circles into the skin even as I continued to pound into her.

The dialogue in the shower turned into a low, frantic hum of encouragement and desire.

“You’re stretching her so wide, Evan,” Kim whispered, her hand moving down to guide my hips. “I can see how much she likes it. Look at her twitch.”

“Fuck, you’re so tight, Eleanor,” I groaned, the soap making the friction feel like velvet and fire. “I feel like I’m going to break you.”

“Do it,” Jasmine muttered from below, pausing her tongue only long enough to speak. “Break her for us. She’s been asking for it all night.”

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