Tattered Love (Needle's Kiss)

first,” he answered. Jumping up, he threw me over his shoulder and made for the bathroom, me giggling along the way. He sat me on the sink, turned on the shower and came back to stand between my legs. Wrapping them around his waist, he kissed me slowly and lifted me without breaking lip contact, walking into the steaming shower.
    Mace had a mouth that could drive any woman crazy. He pulled back, kissing and nibbling my neck, slowly letting my feet touch the floor tiles. He got down on his knees, showering my body with attention as he went, finally making it to my drenched pussy. I stood my back against the tiles squirming, waiting for the sweet contact of his talented tongue. He lifted one leg and draped it over his shoulder, allowing him access to slowly nibble a path along my inner thigh from knee to pussy.
    My head fell back against the tiled wall gasping for breath. My chest rising and falling fast, I was growing impatient. Just as his warm breath blew across my clit, he dropped my leg down and moved back slightly. “What the fuck! Noooo! Where are you going? I need that back, come back here.” I couldn’t even move forward to pull his head back to me. All the time, the ass was shaking with silent laughter. “Mace!” I stomped my foot. Yes, I stomped my foot but he was really good at that tongue-thing.
    “Hold on, babe. I’ll get back there.” He stood with a soapy loofah in his hand and a wicked glint in his eye as he pinned me to the wall with his hips, his cock jerking against my stomach. The loofah made contact with one sensitive nipple as he made slow circles with it against my skin.
    “Oh,” I sucked in a breath, “carry on then.” Mace chuckled and dropped his other hand down between us, flicking my clit ring as his mouth dropped to my other breast biting down, gently ripping a gasp from my lips. Damn, what was I protesting about again? I moved my hands from his shoulders up to his head, pulling him up and kissing him long and hard.
    He dropped the loofah and braced his hands against the wall. “Want your mouth on me, babe.” His dirty mouth and the feel of his hard thick cock pressing against me, caused me to moan. “On your knees, baby.” Mace stepped back as I moved my feet, when all of a sudden, I slipped on the soapy floor, falling forward, hands coming down to brace myself. Right when my hands should have made contact with the floor, I was poked in the eye by a long hard dick. “Shit!” Mace swore. “You okay?”
    I couldn’t answer him. I was rolling around on the floor of the shower, one hand to my assaulted eye and laughing so hard I couldn’t breathe. I looked up to see Mace looking shocked before he burst out laughing, sliding down the wall to a sitting position. After a few moments, we calmed ourselves and he reached over cupping my face. “Any permanent damage?”
    I smiled up at him. “I think I’ll survive.” I leaned down not wanting to waste such an impressive hard-on. I wrapped my lips around him and sucked hard and deep, hitting the back of my throat. Making him groan, he gripped my hair in his hands as his head fell back against the tiles. As I pulled back to do it again, my phone sounded from the bedroom; the loud ringtone playing out, “I just can’t wait to be king” from my favorite kid’s movie The Lion King . “Fuck me,” I murmured, Mace’s body shaking with laughter once again. I wasn’t sure if I should laugh or cry.
    Worst shower sex ever!
    By the time we were done with our shower, which ended up cold by the time we’d finished washing each other and screwing in the bathroom, we got dressed and had breakfast; it was close to one in the afternoon.
    Standing in the kitchen sipping coffee, it was time to do the awkward, “that was fun but—” moment. I reached past Mace, who was leaning on the counter, to grab my keys,
    “I gotta get to the shop. You still comin’ in to have more work done tomorrow?”
    He pulled me over to him so I was standing chest-to-chest, and before I could say anything further, he nabbed my keys and started walking out the front door.
    I looked down to the hand my keys had been in and followed out after him, determined to let him know we’d had fun but that was all it was. I wasn’t out for a relationship; the last one I’d had ended badly. Hell, the whole relationship was a disaster, one I intended not to repeat.
    Once at my car, he put the keys in the ignition and started my baby up. I opened my mouth to tell