Chapter 165: Butt Stuff
Kalon carried Josinia inside and kicked the door shut behind them.
She was still kissing him when her back hit the wall of the front room. Her legs stayed locked around his waist. The full day of missing him came out in the way her mouth moved against his.
She was hungry, impatient, a more than a little desperate to make up for the time they had missed.
Kalon pinned her there and kissed back just as hard until she finally broke for air.
"You’re not leaving again tonight," she said.
"Not yet."
He carried her through to the bathing room at the rear of the house. Vendurion homes always kept water ready.
Josinia reached down while still in his arms and twisted the shower control. Warm water sprayed from the overhead fixture and spilled across the tiled floor.
Kalon stepped them both under the spray without putting her down, clothes and all, until the fabric clung heavy to their bodies.
He set her on her feet only long enough to strip her. The soaked travel clothes peeled off her purple skin in rough pulls. Her small breasts sprang free, nipples already tight. He dragged her underwear down last and tossed everything aside in a wet heap.
Josinia yanked at his gear with the same urgency until he was naked under the water with her.
Kalon turned her around and put her hands on the tiled wall with a wet slap.
"Stay like that. Don’t move."
"Yes sir." Josinia whimpered in response.
Josinia bent forward without argument, arching her back, pushing her ass out toward him. Water ran down the glossy line of her spine and over the soft curves of her ass.
Kalon gripped one soft cheek and spread her open. Her pussy was already wet in a way that had nothing to do with the shower. He rubbed the head of his cock through her folds once, twice, then pushed into her in a single heavy thrust.
"Ahh—!" She moaned like a slut.
Josinia’s fingers squeaked against the wet tile.
Kalon buried himself to the base and started fucking her from behind in deep, steady strokes. Each impact drove her forward into the wall. The wet slap of his hips against her ass mixed with the sound of the shower. Her small breasts swayed under her with every thrust.
He wet one of his fingers, pressed it against the tight ring of her asshole, and pushed it inside while he kept pounding her cunt.
Josinia’s whole body jerked.
"Kalon— that’s— ahh— your finger—"
"I know."
He worked the finger deeper into her ass and fucked her harder at the same time. The double sensation wrecked her composure fast.
Josinia moaned openly against the tile, voice rising every time his cock bottomed out and his finger curled inside her rear hole. Water streamed over both of them. Her white hair stuck to her cheeks and neck. Juices leaked around his shaft and washed down her thighs in thin, clear lines.
Kalon added a second finger to her ass and spread them slightly. Josinia cried out and pushed back onto him despite the stretch, chasing the fullness.
He gave her exactly what she was reaching for, hard thrusts into her pussy, fingers pumping in her ass, no pause, no softening.
"I’m close—" she gasped. "Kalon, I’m already— ahh—"
"Then cum."
He drove into her hard and held deep while his fingers worked her ass without mercy.
Josinia broke.
Her cunt clamped down around his cock in hard, repeated spasms. A rush of fluid sprayed out around him and mixed with the shower water on the floor.
Her legs shook. A long, trembling moan poured out of her throat as the orgasm ripped through her. She almost slid down the wall. Kalon kept her upright with his free arm and fucked her through the aftershocks until her moans turned weak and oversensitive.
When he finally pulled out, Josinia’s knees gave.
She turned and sank down onto the wet tiles in front of him without needing to be told. Her pink eyes were hazy. Her purple skin was flushed darker across her chest and face.
She took his cock in both hands, slick with her own cum and the shower water, and licked a long stripe up the underside before pushing it into her mouth.
Kalon braced one hand on the wall and watched her.
Josinia sucked him with messy focus, cheeks hollowing, tongue working the underside while she bobbed her head. She could not take all of him comfortably, so she used her hands on the rest, stroking what her mouth could not reach. Spit and water ran down her chin. Every time she looked up at him through her wet white hair, the picture of it tightened the heat at the base of his spine.
She pulled off just long enough to breathe.
"Cum in my mouth," she said, voice rough. "I want it."
Then she took him back in and sucked harder.
Kalon lasted less than a minute like that. He gripped her hair, thrust once into the heat of her mouth, and came. Thick pulses spilled over her tongue and against the back of her throat.
Josinia’s eyes fluttered. She stayed on him and swallowed around his cock, taking every shot until he finished and the tension finally drained out of his frame.
Only then did she let him slip from her lips. A thin strand of cum connected her bottom lip to the head of his cock for a second before the shower washed it away.
She sat back on her heels under the spray, breathing hard, thighs still trembling from the orgasm that had left her too spent to be fucked any further.
Kalon reached down and thumbed a smear of white from the corner of her mouth. Josinia leaned into the touch, pink eyes half-closed, satisfied in the simple, exhausted way of someone who had gotten exactly what she had been missing for a full day.