Fill My Empty Spaces

Part 1 - Putting Out The Fire

"Wait," she said and grabbed his wrist. The hot water from the shower hit his shoulders and she tried to brace herself before he pushed inside her. With his fingers entangled in her hair and one hand on her hip he placed himself behind her and let go of her hair for a second while he guided his cock against the narrow slit and between her swollen pussy lips.

"God, yes, fuck," she grunted and grabbed the mixer with both hands as he started gliding all the way inside her. A billion sensations and nerves sent endorphins to her brain and made her gasp as he stopped when he his groins met her thick, round ass.

Watching his cock disappear between her fit cheeks, feeling the tight cunt around it, he tilted his head back and closed his eyes. The hot water hit his face, he felt his dick hit her bottom and he grabbed her raised leg so he could push slightly further inside her by bucking his hips. He heard her loud breaths as he pulled out. The resistance felt so good he wanted to be in this exact moment forever. She was so tight, the pussy walls cramping around his shaft as if she was orgasming already. And then he pushed inside her again, a little harder and faster. She put her hands out against the wall. Braced herself for him to speed up. Yes, she wanted this. Hard and precise.

"Harder," she whimpered.

"Fuck!" she spat out as his hips rammed into her ass.

The wet sound of their bodies, their breaths and her husky voice describing how she felt with his hard cock inside her. Her hands were pressed against the wall and the water drizzling down her back and between her ass cheeks. She dropped her head between her shoulders and felt the muscles spasm and her belly feel like it was contracting. She raised her elbow and lowered her back. The hard thrusts and the friction making her skin feel like it shrunk.

She grabbed her own thigh, pulled her nails along the backside and up as his cock moved faster. Each shove landing hard against her exposed clit and the rubbing along with the deep movements made her feel on the verge of entering paradise. She closed her eyes and focused on his dick inside her. Sensing every long stroke, how it sensationally sent shivers up her gut and nearly made her choke on her own spit and the water because she forgot to swallow.

Michael watched her side profile, the cheekbone resting against the tiles on the wall, her open mouth and massive eyelids being half shut over her green eyes and the straight nose. Her teeth behind her swollen, wet lips and her wet hair glued to her muscular, tanned back. He held her hips and narrow waist, watched her tits jiggle with each thrust and her eyes rolling back as he bucked his hips further.

His cock grew inside her and he knew she could feel it. Her hand clutched the mixer and he saw the veins pop out when she tried to hold back the orgasm because she didn't want to come just yet. Michael's steady, rhythmic thrusts finally sent her into pleasure heaven. Her vagina contracted over and over, making her orgasm last several seconds until he couldn't hold it inside him anymore but let his whole load explode inside her. At least it felt that way. A few deep thrusts and his hands slipped over her wet hips when he tried to hold her still while his balls were drained. He stayed like that for almost a minute while she breathed into the tiles, her face was blushing and her eyes closed. The anti-climax of a long anticipated orgasm and the body recovering.

After catching her breath Gaga stood up and turned around and faced him. She looked so content and the corners of her mouth were raised. With her arms around his shoulders she kissed him softly and he let his hands glide down her silky smooth body. His woman, his perfect, lovely, amazing woman with her perfectly carved features, heavily accentuated and strong. And her body, like a bundle of softness and curves. He ran his hands down her thighs and dug his fingers into the irresistible firm fat below her ass cheeks.

"I think I need to give you a proper bath," Michael said and started looking for something resembling soap among the bottles on the shelf until she helped him out.

He gently massaged her neck and back, under her tits and down her belly to her thighs. Taking his time, being thorough and soft and making sure he didn't miss a spot. When he rinsed the lather off her, he kissed her and turned the water off before he quietly guided her out of the shower and handed her a towel.

"Come here," he said and made her lie down on the bed. She rolled over on her side and reached for him to come and lie on top of her. The crisp, clean sheets felt cool against the skin. She wrapped her legs around his waist and touched his face before she let her arms glide to his back.

"Again?" she asked with her soft voice against his ear when he kissed her neck.

"We have all night, you said." He locked her hands above her head and pinned her down. "You're so sexy. You drive me crazy." He kissed her neck, moved down and touched her waist. "I can never get enough of you." His lips brazed her belly and her groins. "You are my everything. I love you. You utterly pure, complete bundle of amazingness."

"I just love your sexy, dirty talk, Mickey. Remember all those little texts I sent you while I was in Italy?"

Michael looked up and met her eyes.

"Where do we start?" His eyes looked dark, the shade on his chin more visible now and the gray streaks in his hair glittered in the soft bedroom lights.

Gaga chuckled and felt his heavy, hard body on top of hers. His wide, muscular shoulders, his hairy legs tangled up in hers. He raised himself up on his arms and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his nape, let him take the lead as he continued kissing her entire body.

/end of part 1.