"Hmph. I was just making sure you were clean and you had to go and get me all dirty. Looks like it's my turn with the water again."
I wasn't sure how I managed to speak as she stood up. "Well, I still need to rinse, so you can wait a minute."
"Suit yourself. I'll just have a bit of a snack in the meantime."
I was confused what she meant by that, right until she dragged a finger across her closed eye to scoop up the jizz. She glanced at it for a moment, then looked me dead in the eyes as she slid the finger into her mouth. I watched her suckle on it like some sort of popsicle until her finger came back out spotless.
"Mmm. Did you have pineapple today?"
"Fuck off." We both chuckled and swapped positions once again so that I could stand under the water. Lilah didn't help me rinse the same way I did with her. Instead, she just leaned against the back wall and made a goddamned show out of scooping up the cream staining her face and making loud, lewd noises as she slurped it off of her fingers. I hadn't even begun to soften after my climax, and the unreasonably sexy performance in front of me brought an aching arousal right back into my loins.
Distractions aside, I rinsed the soap in record time. It was almost sad to watch Lilah get back under the water and gently scrub her face. Thankfully it wasn't all bad. It gave me the opportunity to saddle right up against her and hug her from behind. Lilah took several moments to slowly and carefully rub her fingers into the creases of her face, likely to ensure that both cum and lingering makeup were both removed. I spent that time rubbing her stomach, kissing her neck, and occasionally bringing a hand up to brush against the bottom of her breasts.
After a long while, Lilah shut off the water and we moved from the shower into the rest of the bathroom to towel off. She laughed when I took the initiative and rubbed my towel across her body.
"Oh! You're drying me? Surely this is just a gesture of kindness with no ulterior motives of any kind."
"Of course, of course."
I agreed with a smile as she lifted her arms above her head like she was posing for a Michelangelo statue. That would be preposterous, however. She was much more attractive than some dusty old statue.
I greedily drank up the sight of her body glistening in the light like a man dying of thirst. She even had one hip cocked out to the side as if she were a model. I'll admit, I forgot that I had the towel in my hands. I just wanted to rub her body again.
In a disappointingly little amount of time, her skin was scoured of any droplets of moisture. I couldn't help but plant a kiss on her belly button as I stood back up, though. Lilah laughed, dropped her arms, took the towel from my hands, and did the same thing with me. Once again, she stepped it up by also using her own body as a towel, rubbing against me like a cheerleader working really hard to get tips at a topless car wash.
I started scrubbing my head with the towel to dry my hair shortly after Lilah did the same and watched as she stepped over to the counter to grab a hair dryer. She must have seen me staring.
"Hey, if I wanted to get waterboarded, I wouldn't be sleeping with wet hair. I'd at least commit crimes of war against the U.S. government. Really get the full experience."
"Sounds like a great vacation."
"I know, right?" Lilah smiled and switched on the dryer. I stood back and enjoyed the sight of her standing in front of the counter with a comb in one hand and the dryer in the other. It was methodical in the way she worked. I knew Lilah was never the kind of girl to care how she looked, as made obvious by the fact that she wore sneakers to a wedding, but she was still one who strived for effectiveness in any task. It didn't matter that the task was ensuring her hair was dry before getting into bed- she proceeded with seriousness. Our eyes connected through the mirror.
"Do you ever get the feeling that you're being watched by a voyeur perving on you?"
"Nope." I grinned.
"Got it. Just checking."
She resumed. It was interesting to watch her glossy, sopping black hair shift into a softer shade. It was equally as dark, but the texture was different. Like liquid ink compared to black velvet. When she was done, she turned to me in all her nude glory.
"Alright, your turn. I'm not letting you soak into the pillow."
"Fine by me." I stepped forward to stand in front of the mirror.
"Turn around, on your knees."
"Really?"
"You don't need to see the mirror, since I'm the one drying your hair. It also makes it easier for me to see when you're down there."
"Whatever you say, madame."
I placed my knees on the chilly tile floor of the bathroom and smiled up at Lilah. She clicked her tongue.
"Ah ah, eyes forward. It's harder to work when your head is tilted like that."
I wasn't going to argue, especially when turning my gaze as directed led to her smooth, soft stomach being mere inches from my face. If I flicked my eyes upwards, I could see the outline of her small breasts hovering just above my head. If I looked down, I could see her mostly-shaven pelvis leading towards the present between her thighs. The entire time, I let my hands rest on Lilah's hips. My thumbs traced lazy circles across her skin. With the added sensation of the hair dryer blowing against my scalp and Lilah working a comb to let the heat wick away any moisture left, it was dreamlike.
Soon enough, Lilah turned off the dryer and set both it and the comb back down on the counter.
"Alright, now we're ready for bed."
Lilah led the way back into the room. I noticed how both of us shivered lightly when the washroom door opened. With the heat of the shower, the temperature of the washroom increased a distinct amount compared to the hotel room- a temperature difference that left goosebumps as we walked back towards the bed. Lilah grabbed a pair of pajama pants.
"Wait!"
She halted and glanced over, one eyebrow raised in a silent question. I gently took the pants from her hand.
"Not yet. We aren't done."
The other eyebrow raised to match the first along with her smirk. "Oh, is that so? You help me clean up in the shower and now you're offering some extra stress relief?"
"I'm nothing if not a gentleman." I said.
"True, true. What happened to keeping things casual?"
"This is casual. You've never heard of casual sex?"
Lilah chuckled. "Which implies the existence of ranked competitive sex."
"Exactly. Care to stay in the little league and release some tension?"
"You know..." Lilah wrapped her arms around my neck and batted those big, beautiful eyes. "I always imagined my first time would be a bit more romantic than a cheap fling."
I shrugged. "We could get some Gatorades from the vending machine down the hall and pretend it's wine."
"Hmmm. Might be a bit too fancy for me. Anything else?"
"How about we turn on Walking Dead and do it while watching people get eaten alive?"
Lilah smiled. "That's more like it."
We had never turned off Lilah's laptop, since it was plugged into the wall and wouldn't run out of battery. That meant all Lilah had to do was press the power button on the TV remote and hit 'Play' on the computer. Once she did, I gently pushed her back against the bed.
"Speaking of eating people, I'm a little hungry." I cupped one hand against her mound to allude towards my point. Lilah drew in a short breath at the contact.
"Oh? Am I on the menu?"
"You're the dessert, actually."
"Damn fucking right I am." Lilah said with a smirk. She jumped backwards unceremoniously onto the bed and slid over so that she was lying almost in the same way she would be when sleeping. On her back, stark nude with her hair sprawled over the pillow, Lilah looked like an image taken straight from a playboy photoshoot. It was reminiscent of yesterday's fingering, but the implication of what was going to happen next was so much sweeter. Then she spread her legs.
Like opening a treasure chest, Lilah's delicates were revealed to me as I crawled onto my stomach in between her thighs. Her outer folds were parted and glossy with moisture, while the inner folds were veritably dripping with arousal.
"Well, are you just gonna sit there staring at your meal, or are you gonna take some initiative like Jeffrey Dahmer and eat it?"
I looked up past her pelvis towards Lilah's grin. "I've always been a fan of roast beef sandwiches, but this one looks soggy."
"Heh. Go fuck yourself." She said. I smiled.
"Not until I fuck you, first."
Then I dove in.
It was more for the shock factor more than anything, which I got in spades when I abruptly gave a long, firm lick up the entire length of her slit. Lilah shuddered, legs twitching, and abdomen flinching. Once again comparing the sensation to expectations, Lilah's most precious place didn't taste like anything special. It just tasted like, well... Lilah. Perhaps with a touch of a metallic bite, but overall it was just a taste of clean, freshly showered skin. It had that in common with almost everything else about intimacy. It wasn't even the act itself that brought pleasure, it was the knowledge about what the act was, and the fact it was Lilah gasping at the sudden contact.
Much like yesterday, I still had no idea what I was doing. I only have the vague idea that I should probably start slow, and then work up into things. However, the surprise lick was too fun of an idea to pass up, even if it starts off a lot stronger than I probably should have. When I gave a second pass with my tongue, it was much gentler than the first. I dragged my flesh along the outside of her flowering lips with a fraction of the pressure. Then I did the same to the other side. I planted a soft kiss to the front of her pelvis, then returned my nose to her skin while I lathered her folds with light swaths of my tongue.
I didn't even notice that my arms were wrapping around her legs until my hands came to rest atop her thighs like I was preparing for recoil. Underneath her skin, I could sense her muscles shifting and flexing just slightly with the applications of stimulus. Even though I couldn't see her face from this position, I could feel the calm, pleasured smile crawling across Lilah's face just by the way her pussy relaxed against my mouth.
Aside from her fingers lazily curling into my hair, she made no movement to interfere with my actions. That left me with all the freedom I wanted. I was in no rush- no hurry to reach the finish. I was simply going to enjoy the journey and hopefully learn a thing or two along the way. After all, the only way I would get better at going down on Lilah is if I did it a lot.
I started slow. That served as a solid baseline for both myself to get acquainted with the concept of eating out my friend, and hopefully to allow for a lovely buildup of pleasure on her end. My tongue traced long, gentle circles across the skin around her slit. Occasionally, the edge of my probing implement would tickle against folds that almost seemed to be reaching outwards towards stimulation. Either that, or Lilah was making minute adjustments with her hips to try and twist herself into my tongue.
That confirmation was all I needed to quickly change my strategy. Instead of using my tongue like a brush against her canvas, I lowered my mouth to cover the entirety of her flower in a warm, wet seal. Lilah twitched amidst a pleasured groan. I could feel her fingers dig their way towards my scalp. They were still loose, but no longer were they merely residing in my hair. Now they held me in a grip that had only enough pressure to convince me to stay where I was. Not that I was planning on leaving anyway.
Those fingers quickly tightened when I dragged my tongue up the length of her sweet sex. I brought it down in the same way, then back up, then back down once more. It was like I was licking her own tongue, but with a bit more texture. The thought made me smile. As of this moment, I had officially kissed Lilah on both her upper lips, and her lower ones.
When I began to lick upwards once more, I took a bit more initiative. My tongue applied more pressure forward and pushed aside folds to allow a shallow entry. Lilah let out a long breath while I lapped up her intimate fluids. I imagined this is what a dog felt like when drinking water- tongue extending to scoop out what nourishment was manageable before pulling it back to swallow. The most I could hope was that my motions were bringing Lilah pleasure.
If licking her folds was better than licking around them, and pushing my way inside was better than staying out, then that surely meant going deeper was the best I could do. So, I strived to use every centimeter of my tongue. I pulled it as far out of my own throat as I could possibly manage while depositing it into Lilah. I stretched it out so far it almost hurt, but that didn't matter. Silky walls squeezed from every angle and fingers tightened their grip in my hair. Still, I knew it wasn't enough. This needed to be perfect for her, and I was almost certain that my methods weren't quite what she required. Despite each of her actions pulling me further into her, I managed to tilt my head out to free my mouth.
"Tell me what you need." I said.
"Fingers and tongue."
Her response was given in a single, slow, exhaled breath. The same one that finished with a satisfied purr when I pulled one hand from where it was wrapped around her thigh. That hand reached down under my chin and squeezed its way to lend a pair of fingers alongside my delving tongue. The added mass inside of her was apparent in the way it made her leg muscles shudder. I didn't need to ask for my next instructions.
"Mmm, lick my clit. Keep going with the fingers."
I did just that. I pulled my tongue free from the confines of her fleshy walls and focused attention on the small nub positioned at the top point where both sides of her sex met. As limited as my knowledge about this sort of thing was, it was enough that I knew the clitoris was very sensitive. I started lightly, giving nothing more than gentle, rasping licks against its bulbous surface. It seemed like such a small, inconsequential thing to do. Surely such a simple action couldn't make that much of a difference.
Lilah's reaction proved otherwise. The transition was instantaneous. Her breath caught in her throat, the fingers in my hair tightened even further, and my other hand had to actually put in effort in order to keep Lilah's leg from clamping shut around my head. When I curled my fingers against constraining walls in time with my tongue brushing up against Lilah's button, she shuddered. It became overtly apparent that I was now playing this game on 'Easy' mode.
She was much more worked up than she had been letting on, or the effects of stimulating her clit were even more prominent than I thought. Either way, it seemed like Lilah was squirming and moaning within mere moments after providing my directions. She wasn't faking it either, I could tell that much. Her silky walls were rippling and squeezing on my fingers too much for this to be an act. Glancing my eyes upwards past her perfect body, her face was twisted in pleasure. Her eyes were closed and her nose was pointed to the sky.
It didn't matter that one of her hands had moved up to clench onto a single breast, since the other was damn near tearing hair from my scalp. I also didn't feel so bad for cumming too quickly in the shower, since I may still have beaten Lilah's time.
If I had thought that bringing Lilah to climax with my finger yesterday was magical, doing the same thing while my tongue was on her clit was even better. The fact that the Walking Dead theme started playing in the background made a very odd but interesting cherry on top.
It seemed to last forever. Lilah ground her pelvis against my face and hand throughout the entirety of her orgasm. Though it may have been an attempt to get more stimulation, her wiggling ironically made it harder to apply pressure to her clit. I somehow managed.
By the time Lilah finally settled down, the opening credits music had finished playing and allowed for the episode to continue. The noise of arguments considering walkers in a barn was drowned out of existence by Lilah gently tugging on my hair to get me to pull away.
"Mmm, that was pretty good."
"Only good?" I teased and propped myself on my elbows.
"Yeah. You'd think with all the time you spend watching porn that you'd know how to do this better."
"Sounds like I need some practice. Care to be my dummy?"
"Heh." She chuckled. "Is 'dummy' in reference to a testing doll, or are you just calling me an idiot?"
"Why not both?" I asked. Lilah smiled in response.
"First off, fuck you. Second, you're absolutely right. And third, you're a dumbass."
"Dummy and Dumbass." I laughed. "The dynamic duo."
"As opposed to Dumb and Dumber?"
"We're the Wish.com version."
She snorted at that. "Sounds like our halloween costume."
"Only if I get to be Lloyd."
"Hmmm... deal."
Lilah's eyes glanced down between my legs towards my stalwart erection. "Looks like our budget foreplay got someone excited."
I shrugged. "You try going down on someone while watching Walking Dead and then talking about Dumb and Dumber. Nothing sexier."
"Is that an invitation?"
"Only one way to find out."
Lilah laughed and sat up, crossing her legs so that we were facing each other on the bed. "You know, I missed this confidence of yours. We could cut at each other back and forth and you would never bat an eye, but then you just kept getting so awkward about this weekend."
I gave a pause before my answer. "Well, I was afraid. I got us into this mess, and I thought that us having to pretend to be dating would screw everything up. Then when you started laying on the lovey-dovey act super thick, I didn't even know how to react. I thought that if I did it back, it would make it weird."
"It was already weird, dumbass."
"More weird, then."
Lilah brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. "So you decided to spill your guts and everything's cool because now I'm your actual girlfriend?"
"Oh, not at all." I shook my head. "I'm still terrified of saying the wrong thing. I'm just matching your energy and hoping I don't step too far."
Lilah raised an eyebrow. "Matching my energy, huh?"
"Yep."
"So if I were to say that this was my first time..."
Lilah placed a hand on my chest and pushed, forcing me down onto my back. I could only watch in anxious desire as she got onto her knees and scooched forward until my cock, angling to the sky, was held against her pelvis like she was measuring the depth. She even kept it in place by wrapping her fingers around it and holding me against her. If I hadn't cum in the shower earlier, I probably would have done so at the thought of what we were about to do next. The end of Lilah's hanging sentence was filled with implications.
"...What would you do?"
I smiled. "I'd respond by asking if you had condoms in your bag like you had this all planned out."
"I don't know what I'm going to have for dinner until five minutes before I throw random shit in the microwave. What gives you the idea that I could plan something like this?"
"Good point. I take it that means you don't have a condom hidden away somewhere?"
Lilah shook her head. "If I did, I probably would have put it on a cucumber or something yesterday just to make you all embarrassed."
"Wow," I began, "you really are a little shit, aren't you?"
"The only reason I agreed to come was just so I could tease you about all this." Lilah smiled. "Falling in love with you turned out to be a happy little accident along the way."
"You sound like Bob Ross starring in a romance movie."
"Honestly, I'd watch that." She laughed. I rested a hand on her thigh. It was hard to focus with her lovely figure all but straddling me, yet I managed to keep it together.