"We need to be checked out by eleven, but I want us ready to leave by eight. That way, we can stop by that breakfast place we passed on the way here and have a nice meal before the ride back." Mom swiped her keycard against the lock.
"Sounds like a plan. Talk to you in the morning." I said.
Mom gave a knowing smile. "Enjoy your night."
"You too."
Soon enough, the door to our room closed behind Lilah and I as we stepped inside and kicked off our shoes. The silence was almost disorienting. The wedding, especially towards the end of the night, had been so loud even if we were outside. The car ride back was much quieter, but the radio had still been playing alongside Mom and Gary's own conversation. Now here, in the hotel room, the only sound was the soft humming of the air conditioner. Lilah gave a curious glance. "Walking Dead?"
"Yep."
She smiled and we both stepped over to our luggage.
"Pajamas?" I shrugged off my coat.
Lilah unhooked her necklace, took off the bracelet, and then reached up to take off her earrings. "Yeah, but I gotta shower first. I need to get rid of this makeup and hairspray and stuff. I don't wanna sleep in that shit."
"Want some help?"
Lilah dropped the jewelry onto the nightstand and smirked. "You want to help me shower?"
"Nope." I shook my head. "I'm asking you if you want me to help you shower."
"What happened to keeping things casual?"
"Hey, I'm just extending the offer. It's up to you if you want to accept it."
Lilah grinned for several moments. "Alright, Jacobs. On behalf of the royal court of New Zealand, I accept your assistance in maintaining my cleanliness."
"Does New Zealand even have royalty?"
"How the fuck am I supposed to know?" She shrugged, took off her socks, and began walking towards the washroom. "Now come on."
I tore off my tie with such force it might have torn. I wasn't sure. I didn't bother to check before throwing it onto the bed and following Lilah. The way she grinned with such a seductive humour was more than enough to tear forth 100% of my attention. When I rounded the corner, Lilah was holding the hem of her skirt in her hands. The lifted fabric showed several inches of her bare thighs.
"Care to help me undress?"
"Do you have any idea how much of a stupid question that is?" I smiled and walked forward. Together, we slowly worked to lift the dress and peel it off like a shirt. Well, Lilah lifted the dress. I held my hands just below hers as they rose, running my fingers across her body while I pretended to help. Past her thighs and hips to reveal a plain pair of black underwear that almost resembled boxers, but distinctly feminine. It took only a moment to figure it was probably to better conceal her delicates while wearing a skirt.
I didn't linger on her underpants, since more of her lovely body was being revealed. The fabric rose to her smooth, caramel-tinted stomach. One inch, then a second, then a third, up to her cute little belly button. I continued to rub my hands along her sides. I didn't even realise that Lilah had bunched the dress to hold it in one hand until the other flicked me on the forehead.
"I get that you're copping a feel, but I'm actually gonna need a bit of a hand here. This dress is pretty tight in the shoulders."
"Oh, uh... yeah."
My tracing fingers temporarily switched to helpful ones as they hooked underneath the fabric and assisted in pulling it upwards. It didn't stop me from visually ogling the way her black bra was revealed mere inches from my face. At least, it didn't stop me until we got to the aforementioned shoulders. We must have looked pretty stupid for the bit of time we spent with Lilah in her underwear while her head and arms were stuck in a dress. Eventually, and with a distinct tearing noise, the dress came free. Lilah didn't bother to check what part tore. She just dumped it onto the floor and huffed.
"I guess it was a nice dress. Anyways-" She turned around and grabbed her hair with one hand to hold it out of the way. "Mind getting my bra?"
My smile returned, but faded just as quickly when I got my hands on the back of her bra.
"Uhh, how do I...?"
"You pull the straps together, then apart."
"Like this?"
"Ow, no. You gotta do it like- ah fuck it."
Lilah reached back and unhooked the mechanism in the blink of an eye. She dropped the bra to the floor and turned around.
"Okay, clearly we're not good at this foreplay shit, so let's just skip it and actually take our shower. Agreed?"
I nodded, somehow managing to stare at her face instead of her breasts. "Agreed."
Lilah pulled off her boxer-panties while I went to work on the buttons of my shirt. It was clear we were done wasting time when a nude Lilah's hands were fumbling with the buckle of my belt before I was even done with the second button. Despite the disposal of intentional foreplay, the simple concept of Lilah pulling down my pants and boxers in one single motion made my lower member get revealed at full mast. My shirt fell onto the floor beside my pants, followed shortly by my socks. When the two of us were bare as the day we were born, Lilah smiled again.
"Better."
Of course I looked at her ass as she stepped through the fancy glass door of the shower. There was no possibility otherwise, as made evident by the way she stared at my manhood when I followed suit. I looked at her.
"You do realise that this water is gonna be cold as hell for a bit while it heats up, right?"
Lilah glared. "And you realise that the implication is us keeping each other warm in the meantime?"
Good enough. I turned and switched on the water as Lilah pressed herself up against me. I could feel her breasts squishing and nipples poking into my back while she wrapped her arms around my midsection. That definitely helped distract me from the sudden, biting chill spraying down against my face. Thankfully, it didn't take very long for the water to heat up. When that happened, Lilah and I pivoted in place. That meant Lilah had the first crack at the hot water.
That decision was entirely because of how gentleman-ly I was, and not because it meant I was left massaging shampoo into her scalp and playing with her hair in a way I never could before. It was also due to that gentleman-lyness that after we swapped places again so that we could apply soap to her body without it washing off immediately, I focused on her breasts first. After all, being stuck inside that bra all day surely made them extra dirty and in need of cleaning.
Her skin was so soft and pliable under my fingers that it was downright mesmerizing. I pressed myself up behind her and rested my head on her shoulder while I worked. It didn't matter that my very erect cock was pressed upwards in the crack of Lilah's ass. All that mattered was Lilah.
Her nipples were stiff like pebbles as I rolled them in between my fingers. (Again, just to make sure they were clean.) It was an entirely new sensation than when I was massaging her breast during our mostly-nude cuddle session yesterday. With the hot water spraying against my back, her bare body flush against mine, and both of her breasts in my hands, I could have mistaken it for a dream.
"I think my boobs are clean now." She let out a husky breath. I smiled.
"Just had to make sure."
I let my hands lower, rubbing the skin beneath her chest. Back and forth my fingers travelled from her sides until they met in the center of her torso, then back again. I took my time heading downwards, faintly feeling her ribcage underneath her skin. When my hands reached her waist, I made sure to spend some time scrubbing her tummy. Once again, I had to make sure she was clean. Nothing more. Lilah even giggled a little bit when I soaped up the cavity of her belly button.
She followed my hands without a word as I guided her to turn around. Then, I set myself back in the same position as before. That meant my penis was now pressed up against her stomach as she hugged me and we rested our heads on each other's shoulder. Lilah made sure to pull her hair out of the way so that I would examine my work and ensure I applied the suds evenly across her back. It didn't matter that that soap on my hands had been used up long before I finished with her front and I never reapplied.
Her back muscles tensed and flexed instinctively under my touch. Again, I travelled side to side, slowly inching my way downwards like a printer as I lathered the not-soap across her lightly browned skin. I could feel Lilah smile into my neck when my hands finally curved downwards to grope- I mean clean, the swells of her perfect ass.
From the divet where the cheeks met her thighs to the crack in between, I gently but firmly massaged every possible millimeter of her rear end. I could even feel Lilah flinch slightly when my fingers brushed over her delicate rosebud. I wasn't quite sure whether that was an opposition to the idea or anticipation, but I decided to play it safe. If Lilah wanted that... cleaned... she could ask me another time when we were both ready for that kind of advancement.
"Alright, time to clean your legs. Turn back around."
Lilah did so, and this time I made sure to re-lather my hands with the bar of soap she was clutching. Then, I didn't press myself back into her like I did when washing her upper body. Instead, I knelt down on the floor of the shower so that my face was level with her navel. We had to scoot a little farther back in the shower so that the water wasn't spraying on her, but it was still hot against the back of my neck. Still, that didn't distract me as I began working on her left leg.
I started with her feet. She braced herself with her hands against the walls of the shower while I lifted her leg and gently applied the suds to the tops of her feet, then curled down to clean the heel, followed by the bridge, and forward still until I squeezed soapy fingers in between her toes. Then I lowered her leg back to the shower floor and slowly massaged up her calf. As I expected from a girl who played soccer for many years, the muscles could be mistaken for braided steel cable. They were only slightly visible from an outside perspective, but the dense core was revealed the moment my hands began kneading her flesh.
Further I continued, up past the inside of her knee, and across her shapely thigh. The muscle seemed like a paradox underneath her soft, delicate skin- like iron wrapped in velvet. I rose more and more up her thigh, circling my hands around to the back and then returning to the front again and again. I rose up so high that my knuckles were faintly brushing against her sweet folds. They were distinct in their wetness, and I know that the shower water had nothing to do with it. Then, I switched to the other leg and did the exact same thing. Foot, calf, then thigh, all slow and methodical as I explored every molecule of my best friend's body. Well, everywhere except the final spot.
I sat on the balls of my feet and scooched forward even more, bringing my face mere inches away from Lilah's pelvis. This close, I could see the stubble of her pubic hair just barely peeking out from her pores. I could see the muscles in her abdomen twitch when I rubbed my fingers along her labia. So I rubbed again. Then a third time.
"Alright, looks like you're all soaped up. Now for the rinse." I stood. I could see the annoyance in Lilah's face even as she grinned. I knew what she was thinking.
You're such a little shit.
Still, she never made any opposition as we swapped positions and began working together to rinse off the suds scattered across her slippery body. When the last drops of shampoo were finally washed free from her hair, Lilah chuckled.
"Your turn."
I knew that was going to happen. Lilah always gave more than she got. Whether it was revenge taken too far on a harmless prank, a sassy comeback turned into a roast felt by the victim's grandchildren, or even a heartfelt gift blown out of the water by a present with love and care all but oozing from the wrapping, Lilah never lost at anything. So, I knew that Lilah was going to take just as much time and effort in 'cleaning' me, and then some.
First was the shampoo, and that immediately caused her method of revenge to be plainly obvious. She was pressed up against me as flush as she could possibly be, which meant her nipples were boring holes into my chest as she massaged the product into my scalp. Not only that, she was moving. It was subtle, but distinct. Lilah was grinding on me. My cock was pressed in between our pelvises, but Lilah's was shifting up and down as she rolled up onto her toes before going back down. She even tilted her hips back just a bit so that her sex would be jutting out to graze against me in a way almost reminiscent of last night's mutual masturbation.
Somehow, she made it even worse (better) when she turned me around and started soaping up my body. I'll admit, I took my time when washing her purely for my own entertainment. It was a delight to admire and massage her perfect body. If it made Lilah feel good in the process, that was just a bonus. I could all but guarantee that Lilah's own machinations in washing me were nothing more than an attempt to get me painfully aroused. An attempt that worked in stride.
Lilah kept herself pressed up against me, grinding away as she rubbed soapy hands up and down my chest. Furthermore, she wasn't just resting her head in my shoulder- she was all but nuzzling me. As her hands worked across my torso, her mouth was giving little kisses and licks against my neck. When her head tilted up just enough for her to nibble at my earlobe- still soapy with shampoo, mind you- I shivered.
"Oooh, you're trembling." She cooed. Her voice was soft, lips barely brushing against my ear as she whispered. "You must be cold. I can fix that."
If I thought Lilah was pressing into me before, then she may as well have fused into my skin in the next moment. She was no longer resting into me and lightly grinding, she was hugging me tightly against her, smooshing her slippery breasts even further into my back and sliding one of her legs in between my own. By the time she returned her lips to my neck I was throbbing down below.
Washing my back was even worse, because now we were chest-to-chest. It also meant that she returned to grinding on my pelvis, but with how tightly she was pressing into me I had to fight my instincts to buck my hips. I was pleasantly surprised when Lilah took an interest in 'washing' my rear end the same way I had done to hers. I had never imagined previously that a man's body would be as attractive to a woman as a woman's was to a man, but that was being presented in full force now. What fun I may have had exploring Lilah's nude form, Lilah was replicating and more.
When Lilah got onto her knees to 'wash my legs', I was all but leaking. Having her knelt down before me, slippery and dripping as water cascaded over her, looking up at me past my throbbing erection- I knew that image would be seared into my mind forever. She didn't comment, she just smiled and grabbed the soap to reapply. I couldn't even focus on the way her twinkling eyes were staring into my own- the feeling of her soft, gentle fingers rubbing up my legs in a way that was almost worship overpowered everything else. If this was anything like how it felt for her, no wonder she was being cutthroat.
I expected her to finally touch the one place she hadn't so far. She would wrap her hand around my shaft and pump just a few times but then pull away, leaving me so unsatisfied like I did to her.
I didn't expect her to lean forward and lick my lower head.
"Oh!" I yelped. Lilah smiled in a way that could make a succubus blush.
"Just making sure that you're clean. Don't mind me."
I didn't get a chance to respond. Lilah rested one hand on my thigh and used the other to gently clasp onto my shaft. When she moved her grip forward, she used the motion to pull herself towards me and plant a gentle kiss on my tip. Then she pushed back to bring her hand closer to my base before repeating the process. Stroke, kiss, stroke. Stroke, kiss, stroke.
All the while, she was staring up at me with her big, brown, glittering doe eyes. Her wet hair hung in a curtain behind her head, and I could see the curve of her ass resting atop her bare feet every time she leaned forward. She was beyond beautiful, and better yet, she was mine.
The shower was practically steaming with the temperature of the water, but that was nothing compared to the warmth when she opened her mouth. The head of my cock slipped in between the small, soft pillows of her lips into a sopping wetness that radiated with heat.
Oh.
My.
God.
Lilah was actually giving me a blowjob. Just comprehending that sentence in my mind almost made me burst right then. There was nothing I could do but use one hand to steady myself against the wall as my knees started to buckle. Even with her mouth full, I could see her smiling just by the way her eyes twinkled. I expected her to pull off my cock and make some witty comment.
I was never happier to be proven wrong.
Instead of moving backwards, Lilah went forwards, further onto my member. Her lips slid across the skin of my shaft in wet bliss, and I could feel her tongue rubbing against the underside of my cock as she delved deeper. She made it most of the way before she stopped, which told me that the odd pressure on my tip was likely the entrance to her throat.
This was distinctly different than any other 'sexual' act I had shared with Lilah previously. When grabbing her breasts or kissing her, the acts were made interesting solely by the fact that it was Lilah whom I was doing it to. This, on the other hand, felt amazing. I couldn't kiss the back of my hand or squeeze a stress ball to replicate this. No, this was Lilah with most of my little friend stuffed into her mouth and her tongue starting to dance little swirls on the underside. It was Lilah who moved her hand from my thigh to the delicate pouch hanging between my legs and properly initiated the blowjob.
There was no chance of me lasting any moderate length of time. With one hand wrapped partially around the shaft and pressed into my pubic hair, the other gently cupping my testicles, and tongue passionately lathering up every inch she could reach as her lips slid forward and back, it was a miracle that I could hold out for as long as I did. By the third time her lips pressed up against her fingers wrapped around my cock, I was groaning.
"Lilah, I'm..."
I couldn't finish my words. Lilah pulled off with a loud, wet 'POP' and immediately started pumping her hand at a pace significantly faster than she had been going previously. Even if it lacked the distinct feel of her mouth, the rapid stimulation of her manual milking proved more than effective. A single grunt was all I could manage before I began pulsing. Lilah made sure to bring her face in closely.
The first rope of cum hit her at the base of her hair, but strung down in a thin line across her face. The second splattered against one closed eye. The third shot halfway onto her parted lips, with the other half going through the gap onto her tongue. The fourth and the remaining leftover drops all dribbled onto her chin. Even when no more seed sprang forth to paint her face a paler shade, my shaft still throbbed with release, brought to a much higher level of satisfaction since Lilah never stopped pumping her hand. Her gentle yet firm fingers milked out every drop I was willing to give and then some.
Only after my throbbing pulses ceased did Lilah slow her pace to a crawl, then a stop. She looked up at me with those big, adorable, sexy, teasing eyes. Well, one of them. The other was closed because of my spunk sticking to her eyelid. She swallowed.