Lettie stepped out the bathroom, and headed towards the sink. She turned and scowled, but there was an upward twitch to her lips as she saw Henry posted against the glass shower seperator. “Did you need to use the bathroom?” She asked.

Henry crossed his arms over his chest. Narrowed his eyes at her and ran his thumb over his bottom lip.

Lettie chuckled at the response as she rubbed her hands together lathering the soap. She bent over slightly, putting her hands under the running faucet. Taking her time she made sure to get all the soap residue off, and slowly lifted her eyes to the mirror.

Their gazes locked on one another.

A second passed, and then another. She looked down nudged the faucet off, shaking her hands slightly, she moved a fraction when she felt his chest press against her back. He’d gotten to her in three strides.

She nudged him. “Why are you so close?” She pushed his body with every step as she tried to reach for the hand towel.

He leaned into her back, grabbed her chin, and turned it to him.

Her eyes widened, but with parted lips and a teasing tongue, he gave her a deep kiss.

“Henry!” She pushed him away, her wet hands out in front of her. Her mouth open in shock.

Henry chuckled and grabbed her hands, pulling her to him. His arms wrapped around her back as he continued his kissing. A deep, sucking, tongue kiss. He bent down slightly and rolled his hips slowly and deeply into her. His one arm dropped down her back and grabbed her ass firmly. Squeezing the flesh as he pressed her lower half into his erection.

Lettie moaned. Her own hands grabbed his ass. Squeezing and pressing him into her.

Henry groaned, he pulled her tongue into his mouth and sucked on it as he humped her. His already stiff bulge rubbed up and down her belly, but only grew harder with each stroke. Lettie stumbled back, but he followed, refusing to put any distance between their faces, or their crotches.

Lettie’s back hit the glass door seperator. He moved his hand from between her ass and the glass, instead brought it to his shorts. Henry grabbed his hard-on and pressed it deeper into her shorts with painstakingly slow strokes that caused both of them to shudder and gasp, their lips parted.

They moaned simultaneously as he humped her faster as if he could fuck her through her shorts. Their eyes opened and tried to focus on each other. But Lettie’s eyes squeezed shut as Henry forced his to remain halfway opened so that through his eyelashes he could see her face. He rubbed his dick up and down her center and watched as her mouth relaxed, tongue exposing itself as her lower body shook with desire.

She panted and opened her eyes, shaking her head slightly. “We have to—-we have to stop.”

Henry dropped down to his knees, holding on to her hips as he stuck his face against her crotch. Inhaling her scent, sticking his tongue out and kissing her as if the fabric was not there. He twisted his head slightly, sucked and bit down on the fabric. By the way her body jerked, pressing her crotch more into his face, he knew he’d located it.

She looked down at him. Her eyes filled with confusion and desire. She wanted it, she didn’t want it. She wanted it. He stuck his tongue out flat and pressed it against her crotch as he stared up at her. I want it. Can’t you see I want it. You gonna give it to me?

“Henry—-“ she moaned, biting down in her lip as she rolled her hip into his face. She shook her head and looked around the bathroom, as if realizing where they actually were. She panted and tapped his shoulder, shaking her head. “Henry get up.” She pleaded nervously.

He stared right into her eyes as he lifted his hands. His dick twitched in his shorts in anticipation. Begging, straining. His fingers slipped into the hem of her bikini bottom, his nail grazed her skin. Her body jerked. His lips parted as he tightened his hold on the fabric between his fingers.

Lettie’s mouth parted. “Henry…” she whispered slowly. Eyes wide. Pleading. Listen. Stop Listen.

He bit on his bottom lip and yanked down her shield. It slid down her legs without resistance. He looked down. His eyes locking in on his prize. He slowly lifted his eyes back up to Lettie.

She froze.

“Hen—-“

He dove.

“Oh my god.”

His tongue was wet.

She was wetter.

He opened his mouth wider, before slowly pulling his lips together to suck on the slippery flesh.

“Oh my——“ Lettie’s body buckled. She grabbed his head as one eye started to twitch uncontrollably.

Henry moaned as he brought his hand up. His index and ring finger parted the outer folds slow. With a flat tongue, he moved his head up and, bent his neck back to get her at a better angle.

Lettie grabbed his head and pressed it further into her sex. Her eyes half closed, she attempted to see him through her lashes. She tried to hold back her moans as her body shook. She didn’t know when her hips had started rotating. She couldn’t remember if he had spread her legs further or she had done it.

Her hips moved to follow the rhythm of his strokes, soft whimpers she couldn’t control even if she tried escaped through her closed mouth.

His body moved back. Lettie stumbled forward.

He pulled his head back, but she pressed his head back and rolled her hips. He grabbed her thighs gave her a kiss and pulled back.

His lips were wet it glistened.

His chin was wetter.

Her essence mixed with his saliva slowly dripped down his neck, over his Adam’s apple..

Lettie’s hips shook without him touching her as she came again. She moaned as she squeezed her legs together to stop the sensation. She shook her head. Her eyes closed. She was so wet she could feel her wetness trail down her thighs.

Henry sat down on the ground and pulled her toward him. Lettie stumbled.

“Take them off.” His voice sounded so deep it seemed to vibrate through her. She slipped out of her sandals and stepped out of her shorts and bikini that had been around her ankles. Henry spread her thighs as he scooted between them. His neck bent back he supported himself with his palms flat on the ground as he ate her out.

Lettie held his head as her eyes once again closed. Her body still vibrating from previous sensations. Henry’s eyes closed, he licked and moaned as he tasted every crevice of her sex. He stuck his tongue through her warm entrance. Curling it to dig into her.

Lettie moaned. He moved his head. Groaning as he dug his nose into her, his tongue rubbed the junction between her ass and her sex in long steady strokes.

Henry leaned back a little, his breathing more labored than usual, his chest rose and fell rapidly as he supported himself on one hand, and brought his other hand to cup her. To rub and feel her, wetting his fingers with her self lubricant. He brought his hand to his mouth, ran his tongue over the fingers, before putting it in his mouth, allowing his salivia to accumulate over it before he reached back to her and slid a very wet middle finger inside her. Twisting it as it entered her.

Lettie jerked, watching the wetness roll down his chin and nose. Watching him watch her with parted lips as he slowly scraped the top of her inner walls.

She swallowed hard and then licked her lips.

Henry added his mouth again. Sucking and licking her swollen bud. He added another finger. Lettie grabbed his face, pressing him closer, letting him dig deeper. They immediately found the pace. When Lettie realized that no matter what, she couldn’t control the sounds coming out of her mouth, she clamped her hand over her mouth, and stumbled slightly.

Without taking his mouth off her sex, Henry scooted them over to the glass seperator for support. He leaned back against the glass, his hands gripping her thighs as she pressed her hands against the glass and rocked her hips.

Grinding now on his flat tongue and nose. Her own tongue coming out just imagining it, saliva accumulating at the tip of her mouth and dripping down her chin. she moved her head side to side as if trying to follow the flow of her hips. Every single part of her felt to be dancing. She kept one hand on the glass and with the other grabbed his head. Her fingers digging into his hair as she moved selfishly against his face.

Henry reached down and pulled out his throbbing dick. He grabbed the base with one hand, pulling taut the foreskin. With the other, his fingers massaged the head. His thumb slid over the clear liquid spilling from the slit. Using it to add to his wet hand, he started to stroke himself. Over and over again. Following the same speed as his mouth on her delicious pussy. Licking stroking, imagining his dick replacing his tongue, but he didn’t want to stop tasting her.

And when Lettie’s moans became more sporadic, his stroking sped up. When she pressed his tongue into her entrance and rolled her hips. He lightly squeezed his balls with the other hand.

Lettie bit down on her lip to stop her moan, but failed. Her toes curled, her eyelids fluttered at different speeds as she felt the rush of ecstasy explode through her. She mindless moved against his face.

Henry groaned loudly, panting against her loosened hold on his head as she quivered above him. He stared at her shaking wet sex as he cried out and then bit down on his bottom lip as he squirted onto his white shirt. He jerked, moaning loudly, his head now pressed against the glass panel as he spilled a little more of his seed onto his hands. His jerking hand slowing down with occasional random pulses. His chest rose and fell drastically. His eyes trying to close, but he saw her knees bend at the perfect time. His hands immediately shot up to grab her waist as she dropped. He groaned tiredly and turned her to sit on his lap.

Lettie’s body slumped against his chest.

They both sat for a moment trying to regulate their heavy breathing back to a normal sound and pace.

“I told you we can’t.” She whispered accusingly. She tried to push against his chest and lift her head, but immediately gave up. Resting back against him with heavy breaths.

Henry chuckled, his eyes opening and closing slowly.

“You’re paying for this.” She whispered sleepily.

“Fine.” He chuckled. He looked down at her dark brown folded legs across his lap. His dick twitched against her thigh. It throbbed and started to move. He stared at his sperm stain on his shirt and groaned softly. He didn’t want to move. He wish they were somewhere on his bed—

He looked back to Lettie. “Hey.”

She didn’t respond. He straightened up and touched her face. “Hey,” he squeezed her cheeks and moved her head.

“Stop.” She protested softly, her body becoming dead weight in his arms.

“No, no Lettie, don’t sleep. Lettie!” He shook her.

He froze as he heard footsteps, outside. “Fuck,” he whispered. Groaning, he quickly stood and picked her limp body up, slipping into the shower stall with her. His hand worked quick as he closed the glass separator door, flipped the water on, quickly turning it to hot to steam the room, moved to the back wall of the shower, pressed her against the wall, shielding her from most of the water but not all.

“Humm,.,why is it wet?” She protested shaking her head and blinking rapidly to focus.

“Lettie?” A voice called from the front door of the bathroom.

Henry smiled as he stared at her. Her eyes widened as she finally snapped back to what was happening.

“Are you okay?” Kane’s voice could be heard clearer as he stepped into the bathroom.

Henry opened his mouth.

“Yes.” Lettie said quickly. She put her hand over his mouth and he grinned against her palm. “I’m uh, sorry I decided to take a shower. I felt a bit icky after the waterfall, don’t know why?”

“Oh no, that’s fine! We just didn’t see you for a bit so….”

Henry, cupped her still exposed sex.

She jerked and pushed his hand away.

He laughed and she put her other hand over his mouth also, moving into the water and trying to create a different distracting sounds.

“Yeah, sorry, i’ll be right there! Give me 15 minutes okay.”

“Yeah no rush! Take your time.” They heard a few footsteps. They heard the faint sound of the door opening.

Henry smacked her wet ass and the sound seemed to echo throughout the shower. She turned to look at the culprit in astonishment. She then looked towards the door. The bathroom door hadn’t closed yet.

“Oww…stupid mosquito.” She cried out while glaring at Henry silently cracking up against the wall.

They heard the bathroom door close.

“Why don’t you listen!”