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He hooked his finger up and watched Opal's toes curl. He hit her G-spot and flicked her clit. She panted his name loudly.
He felt her clench down, and he lowered his head and brought his mouth to her clit. He rolled his tongue over her, not allowing her any area to move.
"Oh God, Benton, I'm going to come."
He chuckled. "I know."
He pressed her into the couch, keeping her pinned. He thrust his finger into her and sucked on her clit. And she came hard. She cried out, and he felt her tighten around his finger almost painfully.
His cock ached. He wanted to be inside her. He wanted to keep her around his cock in the same way.
Patience. We will get there. She will come apart again and again, and you'll feel it.
Opal slumped into the couch, panting. He smirked, leaned back, and looked at her. He watched the way she was sweating, and her entire body had pinkened with a flush. She looked at him, and lust filled her eyes.
"We should shower," she said, taking a deep breath.
He smirked at her. "You're done already?"
She shook her head, sitting up slightly. "No, I'm not. But we both were just running, and we need a shower. And I don't want my sheets to smell like sweat."
He caught her chin with a smirk. "But you sweat when you fuck, Opal."
She raised an eyebrow. "Sex sweat and running sweat aren't the same. I'm down with smelling you on me, but I'm not going to smell a hike on my sheets."
He wasn't going to argue with her, and he honestly wanted the shower. He pulled her up and carried her down the hallway. He kissed her the entire way.
When he got into her bathroom, he stared at her shower. It was a large walk-in with a built-in seat. She had an oversized soaker tub in front of a wall-to-ceiling mirror and a big double vanity. He walked in and plopped her onto the vanity.
He crouched and spread her legs wide. She didn't say anything. Just looked at him with excitement.
He hooked his hands underneath her ass, pulling her forward. Her pussy was spread wide, and he ran his tongue over her before he slid his tongue into her. Opal moaned loudly.
He could taste her orgasm and slid two fingers into her, feeling she was wetter than she was before.
He leaned back, hearing her pant. He smirked at her. Seeing a bathroom like this suddenly made him want to know more about her. "Tell me a fantasy of yours."
She blinked at him, her eyes a little wide. "A what?"
"A fantasy." He smirked. "You're telling me you never had any fantasy of how you wanted to be fucked in this bathroom?"
He wouldn't believe her if she said no. The shower was far too nice for her not to have one. She had to have at least one.
"I do."
"And?" he said, wanting her to tell him. "What is it?"
"It's embarrassing. You're going to laugh."
He smiled at her. "I'm not going to laugh. Tell me what it is. You know I'll be more willing to do it if you tell me."
He watched her blush as he continued to finger her. Her eyes went to his hand, and she swallowed. She was silent for a moment before she spoke up in a whisper. "I've always wanted to watch myself be fucked in front of my mirror."
He looked at her mirror that ran the span of the wall in front of her tub. He could see himself fingering her in it. She was clinging to him while he hovered over her.
"You've never done that?"
She bit her lower lip. "I've never had a steady boyfriend. And I've tried masturbating. I always ended up looking away because I couldn't hold myself up."
