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“You a fan of shower sex?” I asked before I kissed up the column of her neck.
“Typically, yes. But I...” she hid her face against my shoulder in embarrassment and whispered, “I’m a little sore. I’m sorry.”
I bristled and eased her down to her feet.
“You have nothing to apologize for. I’m sorry. I should have asked how you felt when we woke up.”
“I’m not complaining. It’s a good kind of sore. But I don’t want to end up walking funny at work tonight.”
The thought of her walking in a way that let everyone she came in contact with know she had been well and thoroughly fucked sounded pretty fantastic to me, but I could see her point. So I pulled her to me without a word and got to work washing her.
“I don’t have any girly stuff,” I said as I reached for my body wash and popped the cap. “You all right with this?”
I held it up to her nose and she inhaled deeply, her eyes fluttering closed.
“It smells like you. That’s fine.”
It wasn’t until I was lathering up her tits that I realized that while she wouldn’t be walking funny—she would spend the rest of the day smelling like me. That thought was more than enough to satisfy my male pride.
Between the stroke to my ego and touching Juliet all over, it really wasn’t a surprise that I was rock hard when it was my turn to get clean.
It was a surprise when Juliet turned around in my arms and squirted a dollop of body wash on her hand before immediately going for my dick.
“Jesus,” I gasped in shock.
I reached out to brace my hand on the wall as she jerked me off until all the bubbles had disappeared down the drain.
When she dropped to her knees, I shakily asked, “W-What are you doing?”
Her head cocked to the side and she chuckled at my obvious confusion.
“What’s it look like?” she cheekily asked before swiping that damn tongue across the head. “I’m going to suck your cock.”
“Oh fuck. You don’t have to—”
“I know I don’t have to. I wantto.”
My many years of experience made that hard to believe. Most of the women I’d been with hated even attempting to give me a blow job due to my size. The ones that tried usually ended up changing their minds after a few minutes and the act of getting head from an unenthused woman wasn’t something I found particularly sexy.
I shook my head and tried to get her to stand up, but she squirmed out of my grasp and frowned.
“What’s wrong?” she asked. “Do you not like blow jobs?”
“There’s not a man alive who doesn’t like blow jobs. But with the women I’ve been with—a blow job is just a hand job with a pair of lips at the tip. Come back up here.”
She reluctantly did as I asked and I guided her hand back to my cock before pushing her back against the wall. I tried to kiss her as she jerked me off, but her lips barely moved against mine. With a sigh, I pulled back.
“I wasn’t trying to offend you,” I explained as I noticed her frown. “I just thought this would be better for you. More... comfortable.”
She cocked an eyebrow and I knew that I was going to lose any argument that might start. Juliet seemed to know that as well and she didn’t say a word as she dropped back to her knees and smirked up at me.
“This is very comfortable, thank you.”
I didn’t have time to laugh or make a quip back at her before her lips were around the head and sucking hard enough to pull a strangled moan from my lips. I braced both hands on the wall in a vain attempt to keep myself from thrusting forward, but her fingernails dug into my ass and forced me to go in deeper.
I could practically hear her voice in my head smugly saying, ‘Challenge accepted.’
And—holy fuck—the girl deserved a medal. There would be no points for effort awarded today. No, she stretched her lips around my cock and took half of my length in her throat—still managing to keep her tongue working the underside.
