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In the bathroom, I open the shower door. We do shower together, but Cohen washes me. He washes my hair and conditions it. He shaves my legs, kissing the tops of my feet and ankles as he crouches to do so.
I look at the row of bottles, the items we’ve used together to get clean that I’m unaware of. A smile curls my lips when I see it. The blue rainfall bottle. I snatch it up and wash it under the sink and return to Cohen, who looks like heaven with his arms pinned behind him, biceps twisted, muscle defined on every visible inch of him.
I hold it up. “Did you buy this or is this from the other apartment?” I don’t even bother sayingmyapartment, because both of the spaces feel like ours.
He shakes his head, his voice raspy as he struggles with words, his eyes dancing across my hard nipples. “I saw it at your place. You, you told me about it. Then when I got groceries, I saw it. And I got it because it makes me think of you.”
I have access to sex toys like crazy. I can get anything I want from Debauchery. Hell, in a month, Lucy Lovegood will be a sex toy herself. A pocket pussy.
But right now, the bottle is absolutely perfect.
I straddle him again, standing right over his cock. I move the cool, slick bottle against his length, loving how he weeps at the touch, the clench of his jaw, the knotting in his belly.
“I fucked myself with this bottle, you know?”
He barely nods, his voice a husky whisper. “I know.”
“And I thought of you.”
“I know.”
I press the rounded lid at my opening and push it inside me, unhurried, loving how his eyes lock to it with a single command. I slide the bottle inside with ease, taking a few inches right away. My head tips forward, my eyes locking to his cock bobbing beneath the scene. His head is so pink, I push the bottle inside deeper at the sight.
“Scarlett,” he rasps, a little delirious and far away sounding. “God, I can’t wait to be inside of you,” he says, keeping his eyes on where the bottle slides in and out of me, slick and wet.
“If this were you,” I tell him, holding the bottle still while I lower down onto it again, sinking it fully inside of me. “I’d be moaning your name and begging you to pound me, hold yourself deep inside, and unleash everything you have for me.” I reach down with my free hand not shoving a body wash bottle in my pussy and squeeze his balls. He growls and curses, but keeps his loyal gaze on my cunt.
“I want you to fuck me deep, Cohen,” I tell him, feeling unable to stop saying his name. I just love it so much, and the fact that he really is mine. “I want you to come so deep inside me and I promise, I’ll keep every precious drop,” I pant, my arm growing fatigued as I fuck myself with the bottle, faster, deeper. Each pump of the blue bottom between my thighs, every glance at his weeping, hard cock, and I get closer to the edge.
“I can’t wait to ride you,” I tell him, then bring my lips to his as I position the bottle as deep as it will go. Then I admit something to him that I hadn’t really considered until now, but want more than ever. “I can’t wait for you to push that huge cock of yours into my tight ass.” I kiss him again and stand up straighter, my cunt directly above his eager, bobbing dick. “You’ll be my first by choice, and you’ll ruin me for everyone else. I’ll only be yours. Once you come in me,” I pant, my own fantasy taking me to the edge. I can’t even bear to look at the glistening mess on his groin, I’ll come. “I’m yours. Ruined for anyone else.”
“You’re mine now,” he growls, fighting the restraints but not winning. “You’re mine, Scarlett.” His tone is almost angry, but that’s his protective territorial side, and I fucking love it. My hand stops as an intense wave rolls itself up my spine, the pressure low in my belly coming to a peak, right between my legs. My pussy clenches around the bottle as my orgasm takes hold, but there’s still so much pressure as I begin coming, so much fullness. I slide the bottle out, ready to eagerly fuck myself over him as I spasm and moan, torturing him with the knowledge that his favorite pussy is orgasming an inch from his cock and a foot from his face.
Except when I pull the bottle out, warm liquid splashes out, coating his thighs and cock beneath me. For a moment I think the body wash must be open, because what is that? Then Cohen lets out a soul shaking, bone rattling, gut clenching moan.
“Scarlett,” he moans, like a warning, like a praise, I don’t know.
I look down at the bottle and his cock, following his advice when he says, “Put it back in again, put it back and pull it out.”
I impale myself on the bottle again, and the pressure and fullness returns, making my belly ache and clit pulse.
“Out,” he pants, “out, out.”
I pull it out and another rush of warm liquid spills from my lips, raining down on him on the chair.
“Fuuuck,” he groans, wiggling in the chair like he’d do anything to have control of his hands. “I wanna grab your hips and slam you down on my cock right now so fucking bad, Scarlett. I want to bury myself inside you, let you drench my lap as I flood your insides.”
Jesus Christ. My breeding kink strangles me, and the rest of my orgasm grabs hold, causing my eyes to shut right as my spine starts to quiver. I fuck myself faster, harder, more and more liquid gushing out of me, bringing relief and calm with each drop. After what feels like forever, my arm burning from use, my cunt sated but pulsing, I finally look down into his eyes.
“You,” he breathes, unable to catch his breath for a moment. “Did you know you could do that?”
I shake my head. “I’ve never done that before, ever.” I drop to my knees between his, letting the bottle topple to the floor, used and discarded. Wrapping my hands around his shaft, loving the striations of veins and the heat of his erection in my palms, I pump him.
“Scarlett, you’re so goddamn beautiful. That was so hot,” he breathes, his arms twitching. “I’m close.”
I stack my fists and pump him again, appreciating that his cock is one of the most beautiful I’ve seen. Long with veins, thick with the power to please, his balls tight beneath his shaft, heavy and turgid. Ready to come.
“I got you messy,” I breathe, sounding more like a porn star than Lucy ever has. “Now get me messy.” I angle his crown to my bare chest, glistening with sweat. “Get me messy, Cohen. Come on me. I want to feel your warm cum all over my body. I wanna rub it in and wear it all day.”
