A low throaty moan.
Marco tilts his head back as I let my mouth and hands work their magic, cum spilling over my fist.
The cream on my tongue makes me yearn with even more intensity.
The way his body tenses, breath suspended as he reaches climax.
That moment he lets himself tip, fingers clawing between my shoulder blades.
I cradle him as he quakes.
The muffled sound of his orgasm is sweet music to my ears.
An unquenchable addiction, a sound that I will thirst for from now on.
And knowing that I’ve been the cause of it?
That’s an incomparable high.
“I'm not done with you,” he says. “Just give me a second.”
I trace along his jaw with light kisses.
“You're sexy as fuck when you lose control,” I whisper.
“I can't help it,” he laughs. “When you're railing me under the water, my body just…”
“I swear, hearing you unravel like that will be the end of me.”
“Then I guess we should stay fully clothed at all times.”
“As if that would stop us.”
A cloud of heat coats the mirror.
His arms curl around my shoulders, lips soft and unhurried.
The tenderness between us weaves alongside raw unbridled passion from minutes ago.
But the fire soon reignites.
“I want you on the edge of the bed, just like before,” he commands.
“Insatiable, aren't ya?”
We scoop a handful of towels from the heated rack and throw them on the bed, then another on the floor.
My body is slick from the steam, hair dripping down the nape of my neck.
I rake a hand through it, then sit on the edge of the mattress to relieve my hunger a little.
I wanna come so desperately.
Not until I say.
His words echo in my mind.
Ignoring that request, my fist pumps up and down.
