“Fuck,” he murmurs, reaching up blindly to push the showerhead aside.
That word, forced out from between his teeth, has my nipples hard. I take his wrist and guide his palm to the back of my head. His fingers seize, gripping me hard enough to turn me on, but not enough to hurt. With my right hand, I pull his cock lower, unfurling my tongue to swipe up the underside.
“God, just like that,” he lets out.
Looking up, I hold contact with those pale blue eyes I know so well. The fire never left, the tingling excitement they stir in me. They’re so clear, so transparent, that I see lust clouding them like smoke as I drag my tongue up the tattooed Ruger on the underside of his cock. Up, down, flicking the tip of my tongue just beneath the head.
I pull out, licking the salt off the tip. “Fuck my mouth?”
He groans, tightening his grip on the back of my head. I relax my jaw, letting him take control. Slowly, watching every inch, he pushes his cock into my mouth, all the way to his groin. I can’t breathe, but I hold still, keeping eye contact with him.
“Such a pretty bitch, on your knees with your mouth full of cock,” he murmurs. “Let’s see how long you can take it for me.”
He keeps the head in the back of my throat until my eyes start to water, and then he eases out, letting me gasp and choke around him. Then, he’s back in, fucking with strokes so deep, I’m struggling not to pull back. But I don’t want to, and I trust him. We’ve done this so many times before, and he knows how to guide me through it.
My eyes flicker down. He pulls back, letting me catch my breath.
“Don’t look away, baby,” he orders.
I shake my head, dragging my eyes up and letting him slide all the way back in. Gently, giving me breath as he chooses, he starts fucking my face. I’m lost in delirium, in the sensation of soft skin and hard veins, the lines of his tattoos, running over my tongue. The faint taste of salt as he drips into my mouth has my pussy pulsing down below.
“Fuck, can’t hold back,” he grits out.
I slide my hands up, pushing my tits together, begging him. He pulls out, dragging my head out of the way. His forearms flex, rippling as he jerks himself. His head rolls, lips parting. Then, he goes over the edge, splashing cum across my chin, my tits, down my thighs. The base of my brain hums with animalistic pleasure.
“Wipe it with your fingers,” he pants.
I obey, running the tips over my breasts.
“Touch yourself with it,” he orders.
My face heats. Even now, I still have moments when he pushes me out of my comfort zone in the best way. He’s still holding my head as I wet my fingers with his cum and reach between my thighs, finding my clit.
God, it’s so sensitive from the way he ate me out, but I’m right on the edge again.
“Fuck yourself,” he orders. “Put your fingers inside your cunt and fuck yourself with my cum.”
My hips ripple as I do as he orders, pushing two fingers into my pussy. His cum is already inside from when he fucked me. There’s something so deeply erotic about feeling it dripping out around my knuckles.
“That’s my girl,” he says. “Eye contact, baby.”
Shuddering, I meet his gaze, keeping my fingers moving. It’s loud, I’m soaked, and he’s hard again. Pleasure is a hot itch that needs satisfied, rising and expanding until I’m riding a wave. Then, it breaks, and I shake, sitting back on my heels as it rolls through me. He doesn’t let me look away, hand in my hair and thumb braced on my jaw, keeping me still. Finally, it’s all over, and I sag, completely spent.
“Good girl,” he says.
I’m shaky but able to stand up. He doesn’t say anything, he just starts running his fingers over me, touching me as I come down from my high. I lean against him, enjoying how firm, how steady, he feels.
He leans in, kissing me, nipping at my lower lip. “Open your legs so I can clean you up.”
My stomach does a flip and a sharp dive. He drops down, lifting me up with one arm, and drapes my other leg around his shoulder. My head falls back, eyes fluttering closed. His tongue is hot, eager, as it drags over my pussy. He dips it in, tasting himself inside me, spreading me open with his fingers to find my clit.
I push him back with the heel of my hand. “No, I need a break,” I gasp.
He looks up, eyes pleading. “Just one more.”
“You can go back under tonight,” I promise. “But I need a break. And to start dinner.”
Reluctantly, he pulls back, dropping a kiss to the inside of my thigh. Down below, I hear the distant sound of a car door slamming. That’ll be Julie-Mae, coming back from her job atthe county clerk’s office. I dip my head under the water, rinsing quickly, and step out.
