“Ask like a good boy.” She demands, and I’m floored. I’ve never had a woman tell me what to do, nor have I ever wanted it, but for some reason when she does, it makes me lose my goddamn mind.
“Can I — Can I please come on you?”
She nods her head. Kneeling down onto the floor in front of me, and smirks.
“Don’t stop.” This time it’s my demands as she looks at me confused. “Keep fucking yourself.”
She smirks as she slides her hand down further, spreading her thighs and moving her hand along herself.
“Where?” I ask her.
“Where ever you want.” She whispers, gasping as she slips her fingers back inside her, pulsating them faster.
“Open your mouth.” Demanding her.
Pumping my dick in my hands, the sensation takes me over again. Building inside until I can’t control it and ropes of cum shoot out into her mouth and across her face. I worry for a moment until her lips curl up. Closing her mouth, I watch her throat bob as she swallows and looks back at me, smirking before reaching up with her finger and collecting the rest into her mouth. Her tongue coming out, licking her lips andswallowing once more. As if she doesn’t want to waste any.
“Goddamn.” I mumble again, reaching my hands out for her to take. I help her up, bringing my face down to meet her lips, kissing her passionately again.
Pressing her backwards, we move through the stream of water until she’s against the wall, kneeling down, lifting her leg, and tossing it over my shoulder. Looking up and meeting her awe. I smirk before pressing my face into her pussy and sliding my tongue along her.
“Fuck,” she whispers, her hands falling down into my hair, gripping hold of it. She grinds against my face.
Groaning out into her as she rides my face, feasting on her until she groans out, coming on my tongue.
9
Driving across town back towards her apartment, my hand stays on her thigh with her hand placed on top of mine. We don’t say a word for the entire trip. We just continue to look forward, neither of us wanting to part, not knowing when we’re going to see each other.
Pulling into the parking lot, she sighs as she glances back at me again. “Thank you for…” she trails again, knowing I can’t hear it again.
Watching her walk up to the building, she turns around, glancing back at me for a moment before a sad smirk shows on her face.
The door shuts behind her, but I don’t leave yet. I’m not sure if I can; something’s keeping me planted in this spot.
There’re conflicting emotions toying inside me.
Before I realize what I’m doing, she’s smiling at me through the crack in the door before nodding, closing it, and I hear the slide unlocking before the door opens.
“Tell me.” We can both hear the conflict in my words.
“Tell you what?”
“Whatever you’re holding back. Whatever you just wanted to say in the truck just now, but stopped.”
“Thank you for taking care of me last night and making sure I’m safe.” Her voice is quiet as I nod my head. She steps backward as I break the threshold of her apartment.
“Last night you told me you were trying to distance yourself. That’s why you were going out on dates.” Pushing the door closed behind myself.
Slowly, she nods her head. “What are you trying to get at? Why don’t you say what you’re holding back?”
Reaching over to her, pulling her back towards me, slamming my lips down onto hers. I feel her gasp. Her hands come up, gripping my shirt almost as if she’s trying to keep me from pulling away like I always do.
My hands coming down to her hips, and then snaking one arm around her waist, pulling her in tighter. I can feel her need coming through, but not the same as it was earlier. This time it’s emotional.
Pulling back from her, I look down at her cheeks blushing before she looks away. Reaching down, tilting her head up to look at me.
“Say it.” She dares me.
