Novel Full Chapter 555
Chapter 555: Chapter 555
Eleanor finally finished her job and stood up, her joints popping as she stretched her arms over her head. She was visibly wiped out; her legs were wobbly, and she looked like she was about to keel over. We were all in the same boat. It had been one hell of a busy night.
“Well, boys and girls… I’m out,” Eleanor muttered, running a hand through her tangled hair. “I am officially pooped.”
“Come again!” Tessa piped up with a lazy, half-asleep grin. “Or… cum again? Get it? Because of the sex?”
Kim, still lying on the rug, reached out with a foot and gave Tessa’s head a gentle, mocking nudge. “That was terrible, Tessa. Go to sleep.”
Tessa chuckled, her eyes slipping shut. “Oh, trust me… I’m trying.”
“Shower first, though,” I said, looking at Eleanor. “Don’t go putting your clothes back on while you’re covered in… well, everything.”
“You’re right,” Eleanor sighed, looking down at her sweat-slicked skin. “If it isn’t too much trouble, I’d love to use the shower.”
“You wouldn’t be a trouble at all, Eleanor. You’re practically a permanent guest at this point.”
She tilted her head, a playful spark returning to her eyes. “Okay then… well… you wanna join? I might need someone to scrub my back.”
I nodded immediately. “How am I supposed to say no when you ask like that?”
She laughed, stepping toward the hallway. “How exactly did I ask?”
“Like you were actually hoping I’d say yes,” I quipped.
“I’m just being environmentally conscious, Evan,” she teased, throwing a wink over her shoulder. “Trying to save on the water bill by doubling up. It’s the responsible thing to do.”
“Right,” Jasmine chuckled from the armchair, her voice dry. “I’m sure the environment is the first thing on your mind right now.”
Eleanor shook her head with a tired smile. “Lead the way, Evan. Before I fall asleep standing up.”
I led the way toward the master bedroom, the heavy door clicking shut behind us and finally sealing out the exhausted murmurs of the living room. The room was bathed in the soft, early morning light, but we didn’t stop to admire the view. We walked straight into the attached bathroom, a massive space of white marble and glass that felt like a sanctuary after the chaos of the night.
She was a total vision… a classic, high-end MILF with deep, dangerous curves. Her breasts were full and heavy, swaying slightly as she moved, and her hips had that generous width that promised a perfect fit. She was a masterpiece of soft skin and mature confidence.
I reached into the walk-in shower and turned the handle. The water hissed to life, steam quickly beginning to fog up the glass partitions. We stepped inside together, the warm spray hitting our tired muscles and making us both let out a long, synchronized sigh of relief.
We began to wash each other, our hands slick with expensive, sandalwood-scented soap. I ran my hands over her shoulders and down her back, feeling the tension bleed out of her. Eleanor, in turn, focused on me. She knelt down in the spray, her hands moving with an intimate rhythm as she cleaned my dick. Her touch was firm, her fingers sliding over the sensitive skin until I felt the first stirrings of blood returning to the surface.
I pulled her back up, my hands finding the junction of her thighs. I began to clean her, my fingers sliding into her heat. The water washed away the remnants of the night, but as I worked a finger inside her, a fresh slurry of cream and spent cum spilled out, swirling down the drain. I felt her muscles clench around my digit, her breath hitching against my chest.
Eleanor looked down at the floor, then back up at me with a knowing chuckle. “You really don’t like using a condom, huh, Evan?”
I smiled, my hands never stopping their work. “Fuck no. Skin should touch skin. Why put a wall between us?”
“In before you get HIV or some other messed up shit,” she teased, though her eyes told me she didn’t really mind the recklessness.
I just shrugged. If there was any risk of that, the system would have flagged it immediately, just like it had back at that bar. But I wasn’t about to explain the mechanics of a digital HUD to her. Instead, I decided to shift the focus.
Without a word, I reached behind her and pressed a finger against her asshole.
Eleanor jumped slightly, her feet nearly leaving the tile as she let out a startled gasp. She spun around and slapped my hand away, though she was grinning. “Hey! At least let a girl know before you start doing weird stuff!”
I chuckled, the steam making my skin glow. “Sorry,” I said right as I pressed a second finger inside the tight, puckered heat.
Eleanor’s eyes went wide, a shocked laugh escaping her throat. “’Sorry,’ he says, as he puts the second one in! You’re a menace.”
“Well, the third one is coming,” I murmured, my voice dropping into a low, predatory register. “This time, I’m actually letting you know.”
She gasped dramatically. “Don’t you—”
She didn’t finish the sentence. I slid the third finger in, the stretch making her gasp and lose the strength in her knees. She let herself go, slumped against my chest as I held her steady by the shoulder. I moved my fingers inside her with a slow, rhythmic pressure, watching the way her face contorted with a mix of shock and mounting heat. She let out a series of long, low moans that echoed off the marble walls, her body vibrating against mine.
Down below, my cock stirred in earnest, throbbing with a renewed hunger that defied the hours of sex we’d already had.
Eleanor noticed it immediately. She reached down, her small hand wrapping around the thick, pulsing length of me. She looked up at me and smirked, her lips wet from the spray, before pulling me into a deep, bruising kiss.