He grinned. “Don’t sweat it, agápi mou. At your worst, you’re a hundred times sweeter than any woman on this planet.” He leaned down for a kiss.
I shook my head.
He tickled my ribs and I burst out laughing.
His lips were on top of mine and we kissed passionately. I was learning that laughter always changed my mind. So what if we smelled like a garlic factory? If Christos didn’t care, why should I?
The next thing I knew, he was between my thighs, his hot, hard manhood pressing against my already wet entrance.
“Oh!” I smiled.
“Morning sex?”
“Anything for you,” I grinned, “agápi mou…”
“Man, hearing you say that totally turns me on every time. You even have the accent down pretty good. Say it again,” he smiled.
“Anything for you,” I purred, “agápi mou. Agápi mou, agápi mou!” I giggled.
“Everything for you, agápi mou,” he murmured, cocking his dimpled grin seductively as he slid himself inside of me.
He began a steady rhythm as our bodies twirled together in heady ecstasy. It seemed to go on for at least an hour before we both enjoyed powerful, exhilarating, and seemingly endless orgasms.
After, we showered together.
“What are your plans for today?” Christos asked as he reached around me with both arms and circled his soapy hands against my ass.
“I’m going to tell my apartment manager I’m moving out on the way to campus.” It was increasingly difficult for me to concentrate with his hypnotizing hands in motion. “I’ve…uh, got, oh, classes,” moan, “after…” I shook my head. “What are you doing?”
“Who, me?” he asked innocently.
“Do we have time?”
“You tell me,” he murmured.
We were pressed together, chest to chest. His hard-on forced between us, a friendly visitor.
I didn’t think we had time for another marathon round of love-making in the shower, but maybe we had time for a little something. “I think the first thing on my agenda is taking care of Little Christos,” I giggled.
“Oh, you so did not call him little,” he chuckled.
“Well, I only meant by comparison to the rest of your magnificent self.” I circled my hands around his massive, soap-slick chest.
“I think you hurt his feelings,” Christos moped.
“What?” I looked down. Sure enough, Little Christos was shrinking. “No!” I cried.
Christos laughed heartily. “He’s going back into his shell.”
“How do you do that? Did I do that?” I was confused. Had I turned Christos off?
“You have to apologize,” Christos grinned.
“I’m not apologizing to your penis!” I shouted. “What is it with men talking to their dicks like people?!”
Christos threw his head back and laughed. Water coursed down his face and drizzled into mine. My eyes automatically squinted until he tipped his face back down to gaze into my eyes.
“I have a ton to do anyway,” Christos smiled. “My girlfriend’s moving in with me soon, so I’ve got to get the place ready.”
“Your girlfriend?” I smiled seductively.
“Yeah, she’s the best. Amazing in bed. Don’t even bother trying to top her, she’s way too good.” His arms wrapped around my waist and he kissed me passionately as water cascaded around us, swallowing us in a warm embrace.
“She’s good in bed, huh?” I asked skeptically.
“None better,” Christos smiled.
“I bet I could show her a thing or two,” I teased.
“Oh yeah?” Little Christos stood up and demanded my full attention once again.
“Yeah,” I smiled devilishly. I wrapped my fingers around the head of Christos’ cock and slid my soapy hands over the tip, squeezing and sliding and massaging.
Christos’ head tipped back and he moaned loud and long. His knees buckled slightly and he stepped backward until his shoulders touched the wall. I continued my slippery assault on the softness of his hard cock. His eyes rolled back into his head as his lips peeled back over his teeth.
I worked my hand around the head of his cock, not entirely sure what I was doing. “Like this?”
“Fuck,” he snarled, “keep doing that.”
“Your wish is my command, master,” I joked.
Christos bent forward and laughed hard, leaning his forehead into mine. “I’m pretty sure you’re the one in charge at the moment,” Christos snickered.
I couldn’t help but giggle in response. I started sliding my hand up and down his length. I cupped Christos’ balls with my other hand. They were so soft compared to his penis. I caressed them as I pumped his shaft.
Christos’ snickers stiffened into hisses. “Fuck, Samantha, that is fucking paradise. Keep doing that.”
I did.
He threw his head back again, his whole body arching with intense pleasure.
“Samantha,” he moaned, “don’t fucking stop.”
Spray from the shower-head poured around us, steaming up the entire stall with sultry fog. I felt his cock expand in my hand. It was burning hot. It was so big, I had to encircle its length with both my hands. How did all of it fit inside me? I didn’t know, but I was suddenly wet between my legs and desperately wanted to put his penis back where it belonged.
Inside me.
Before I could figure out how to do that, he moaned. “Aaaaahhhhhh…” His head twitched repeatedly back as his cock stood taller, prouder, hotter, harder. Without warning, it jolted in my hand.
Mission control, we have lift off!
“FUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!!” Christos shouted.
A thick rope of semen jetted out of his cock.
“AAAAAHHHHH!!!!” he shouted again.
More and more come gushed out of him, splashing on the shower floor.
“Oh my god!” I blurted. “There’s so much!” Not that I had much to compare it too, but it was a lot more than I had expected.
Christos was lost somewhere. Knowing that I had taken him on this journey was about the coolest thing I’d ever done in the bedroom, er, I meant the shower. I’d done it. I’d made him come.
Me.
Wow.
I kept wringing the head of his cock with my fingers and pumping the shaft with my other hand, wondering how far I could take things. Christos’ body was sagging against the shower wall. Then suddenly, he lurched forward as my fingers again slid over the head of his cock.
“Fuck! Stop!”
I yanked my hand away, suddenly worried I’d broken something. “I’m sorry! What did I do?”
He slung his arm over my shoulder and kissed my cheek. “The head gets super sensitive after I come. I mean, like, a million times more sensitive.”
“Oh. Is that bad?” I asked, concerned.
He kissed me briefly. “No, it’s all good.” He chuckled throatily. “I mean, crazy, insanely good.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No. Just, let me relax, and keep doing it, just go slow.”
“Are you sure?”
“Totally,” he moaned.
I started up again, slowly. Every time the ring of my circled fingers squeezed down the head of him, his entire body shivered. I worried he was going to fall to the tiles and hurt himself, he shook so hard.
“More?” I asked uncertainly.
“Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh,” was all he could say.
Eventually, he knelt down on the tiled floor, and I had to release him from my grasp. He hadn’t come again, but I swear he’d had a five-minute orgasm or something.
“Are you okay?” I asked tentatively.
“I’m about to pass out,” he whispered hoarsely.
Was that a good thing? I wasn’t sure what to do next.