Era Erotica Ch. 32

Bending over, he tilted her chin upwards for one long last lingering kiss before straightening up and really leaning into it. The foamy wet tunnel was like slick pillowy heaven for his prick as he humped Taylor's chest with quick, frenzied thrusts. Those blue eyes continued their imploring stare upwards, a strand of wet hair plastered across her forehead. Each crash of his hips slapped his heavy balls against her sternum, the swollen head of his prick nearly impaling her chin as it peaked out from between the bubbly valley with ever increasing speed and urgency.

"Come on baby. I know emptying those balls last night was only a little bit of what you've got saved up for me. I want more. Give it to me. Give me all of your cum."

Faltering slightly as his brain processed the words coming out of her dirty mouth, he quickly doubled his speed. Hard, savage, animal-like grunts sounded from him, sawing between her breasts like a master carpenter. Dropping her hands, she squeezed her tits even tighter together with her forearms. Opening her full pink lips, she stuck out her tongue the water spurting off it like a fountain as it struck the top of her head and ran down her beautiful face. She was right as usual. Of course. He could already feel his balls churning, preparing for release.

"Swift!" He groaned. "T-T-Taylor! Cumming!"

Just as she was about to spit out another string of dirty words, she was rewarded with a jet of jizz bursting forth as his knees wobbled, but he kept thrusting. Thick wads of semen cut through the steamy air, undeterred by the running water as they pelted her chin, cheeks and neck. The large spray of cum even managed to pool ever-so-slightly in her pushed-up cleavage before being washed away. Letting go of her chest with shaky arms, Cole braced himself against the wall for support. Both of them watched the cum flow off her body onto the marble-tiled floor and swirl around the drain before disappearing forever.

"Mhm. Thanks babe." Taylor said, standing and planting another kiss on him. "But now I actually need to get clean."

"But how are you gonna clean out that dirty mouth?"

Smiling slyly, she said, "Maybe we can think of a way. In the meantime, get my back?"

***

Later that day, Taylor was once more in the bathroom, putting her face on for a Zoom call with the team about folklore's reception. She wanted to looked at least somewhat presentable. Bending at the waist, she was far over the counter, just finishing touching up her ruby red lips. There were still more cosmetics to apply, eye-liner and the like, but to Cole she was already perfect. Wearing only a loose-fitting t-shirt, the hem of it could barely contain the cotton panties stretching to hold back her bottom. They were strained to capacity with her all bent over like that, her backside thrust out alluringly.

Watching from the doorway, he was clad only in a t-shirt and shorts himself. Fixated by that ample caboose, he found his own shorts tight, despite their fun in the shower that morning. Standing right behind her, he rubbed his hard cock ever-so-suggestively right between those plump cheeks. In the mirror, her eyes flicked to him, but otherwise she said nothing. Hands grabbing her hips, they slowly wandered up the rest of her body until they grabbed a hearty handful of her freely hanging boobs beneath the thin t-shirt fabric.

"What's all this?" She asked, capping the lipstick and placing it on the counter as she pressed back against him with the slightest of movement. "Someone just can't get enough."

"Never." He replied, leaning forward and kissing between her shoulder blades, catching more than a whiff of her freely hanging tousled hair. "What can I say? I missed you on my trip. Need to make up for lost time."

As he said that, he pulled his cock free and dropped it with a thud across her bubble butt. A singular smile spread across her face as she closed her eyes and let out a soft moan, feeling the inches slide slowly back and forth. The kissing moved upwards, until it reached her neck. Her hand reached up and pressed against his cheek as he sucked the delicate flesh there. Both his hands gave a hefty squeeze, massaging her breasts. Both of them squirmed against one another, as Cole's wandering hand made its way downward, reaching between her thighs. Even through the panties, he could feel the bloom of heat, the wetness of arousal.

"...Cole...I need to get ready..." She protested, even as she continued grinding her butt up against him in a gentle figure eight motion. It was the lamest excuse either of them had ever heard.

"Your one set of lips is saying one thing, but the other tells a different story." He whispered in her ear, nibbling on the lobe as he pulled her panties downwards.

They fell to the ground, nestled around her ankles. Placing his cock back between the alluring curve of those alabaster cheeks, he nestled it like a hotdog in its bun. Continuing to grind against him, his throbbing cockhead poked out just below her back dimple.

Fingers tickling her rapidly moistening slit, he whispered once more into her ear. "What do you say Tay?"

"Mhmm...alright..." She moaned softly. "It has to be quick though..."

The words had barely escaped her crimson mouth before he slid it downwards. Teasing her gooey slit with his crown, he smeared precum all around the entrance before sliding inside with greased up ease. He held his breath, the sensation of her vaginal walls sucking him deeper in was almost overwhelming. In the mirror, Taylor bit her lower lip and arched her body, feeling all of him. Only when her eyes opened and looked at him, that's when he began to thrust. Stepping out of her panties on tippy toes, she adopted a wider stance and gripped the edge of the counter. Hands moving to her hips, he gripped them like handlebars. Sliding in and out her, he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet. Both sets of toes were curling with pleasure.

It was slow at first, but they both knew it was building to something more, and quickly. At some unseen signal, Cole's hands left her hips. One hand found the back of her neck, pushing down her half-painted face with firm but gentle force so she was flush with the cold marble of the countertop. The other hand collected up both arms, pinning her wrists to the small of her back. Fingers tightening around her neck kept her in place as the pace quickened. Her lip curled in a pleasurable snarl, ass elevated and positioned to take every hard-grunting fueled pelvic thrust. His blood was up. Boiling. Intoxicated and enamored with her. He couldn't get enough. Lust and love, combined to make the perfect cocktail of carnal desire.

"That's it. Take it Swift." He hissed though a locked jaw. "Take that fucking cock. Take it."

"Make me take it. Fuckin' give it to me." She threw back at him.

Answering her challenge, the intensity kicked up a notch. Drilling deep with renewed passion, he had her wedged between the hard edge of the counter and his hammering hips, hitting ballsdeep with every pass. Held in place, the pleasure coursed through both of them like electricity. Eyes searching out for him, they couldn't look back with her face pressed down, so instead they stared into the mirror, watching him fuck her good and hard. He could almost feel a searing hot rush of fluids flood his cock as those beautiful blue eyes rolled into the back of her head. Watching herself get fucked. She always liked that.

"SWIFT!" He roared with an almighty thrust that made both of them gasp and released his hold on her.

Before she could even move an inch, he scooped up her right leg up onto the counter. Now spread wide, Taylor scrambled for support, sending cosmetics rolling and clattering out of the way as her arms stretched, gripping the counter's edge. The pounding from behind reached a new frenzied level, her body giving up its ground on the countertop, pushed further away with the ferocity and force of his humping, but soon there was no further room to give. Now, instead of her beautiful faced pressed against the marble, it was squashed against the mirrored glass. Each ragged breath sent a creeping fog across the shining surface. Baby blues still glued to the image of her lover railing her, his own green pair were likewise fixated on the scene playing out opposite them. Puckering her lips, she kissed herself leaving behind a set of red lips staining the mirror. He wasn't sure what was hotter, the image when he looked down or the image when he looked up. All he knew was that he felt like he was fucking with ferocity enough for both women.

"That's it!" She yelled suddenly. "Fuck yes!" It seemed directed as their mirror selves. "Gonna cream all over this fat COCK! Cum so fuckin' GOOD!"

The tips of her toes on her left foot barely brushed the bathroom tile, the ones on right pointed like a ballerina, laid out along the counter as they were. Reaching a hand high up, he brought it down on that booty with a loud sharp crack that rang loudly across the bathroom. The whites of her eyes showed again as they rolled back into her head when his hand made contact. As he hammered home, the occasional slap soon showed his own pink handprint reflected back at him, imprinted on her buttcheek.

"I missed this ass too." He said, grinning like a devil.

Popping his thumb into his mouth, Cole lathered it up with spit. Taylor's only warning was the feeling of a drip of drool right between her glowing cheeks. Then she felt the digit slide right past her sphincter. It sent a jolt of pleasure that nearly bucked him backwards as it coursed through her body. Twisting it back and forth like a corkscrew, his cock continually crashed into her. Her mouth opened to speak, but no words came out, only stuttering screams. There were no words for it. She was cumming. Plain and simple. Climaxing with a combination of moans, groans and grunts. All of it swirled together to transform into a high-pitched shriek of the purest pleasure imaginable, the orgasm rocking her body with the force of a tidal wave. Specks of spittle flew from her smeared red lips, sprinkling across the mirror as yelled ecstasy to her mirror self.

Thumb feeling like it was stuck in a Chinese finger trap he waited for her relax until he popped it out. Reaching forward, he slid it into Taylor's mouth who promptly sucked it inwards, running her tongue around the digit before he withdrew it. His own self trembling with anticipation, he pulled out of her with an audible *SLURP*.

Shuffling around to the side of the counter, he said, "Come here Swift."

Sliding over, she was still spread out across the counter. His dick, a wobbling throbbing behemoth jutting out from his groin. It stuck well over the marbled surface and pointed right at her face as he wrapped a fist around it. Looking at it, he was tempted to paint it as he had so many times before. Instead he pointed it to the mirror image of her. Watching carefully, she stared at the reflection of the pulsating love organ, positively ready to explode. He only gave a series of quick short strokes before swelling large and erupting in a colossal blast. Great ropes of spunk splattered against the image of Taylor's pretty half-painted face. But you wouldn't have known that, her reaction mimicking as though the cum was actually spraying across her delicate features. It splashed against the hard surface, the initial volley sliding downwards as it left long thick streaks in its wake. It was quickly followed by more blasts that followed suit. With a hungry expression, she watched the cum trickle in its downward descent.

Looking at the real Taylor Swift he said, "Go on. Lick it up for me Swift."

A grin that got larger and larger played across her smeared lips as they parted. Doing precisely as he asked, her pink tongue touched the glass before lapping up the rivulets of cum like a thirsty kitten with a bowl of milk. Through the streaks, her eyes watched him even as his cock gave a twitch and leaked another droplet of splooge onto the countertop. Licking every ounce of cum she could find, the mirror looked nearly as clean as when they had started. A quick swirl around her mouth and she stuck out her tongue as if to prove she had indeed swallowed every last bit of it. Blowing him a kiss, she slid off the counter, her legs still shaking as she pushed him away playfully.

"Now get out here before you distract me again and I look a real mess for my call."

Slapping her bare butt on the way out, he saw her stare follow his own bare butt while he walked away. Retreating into the bedroom, he threw shorts on and made his way to his secret hiding spot. Crouching down, he pulled out the small square box. Examining it, there was quickening of his heart that had nothing to do with their reunion and everything to do with their future.

End of Chapter Thirty-Two