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I turned my head, met his mouth. His tongue glided over mine, mirroring the way his fingers were sliding into me. I rocked into his hand, my movements jagged and wild.
“You feel so fucking good,” he growled.
“Oh god,” I whispered. “Michael, please.”
“Like this?” He circled and rubbed, doing that figure eight thing again.
“Just like that.” I moved against him, trying desperately to get closer.
Our bodies were slick from the water, and it felt heavenly as the warmth ran down me, hot and steamy, my insides burning up from the pleasure Michael was bringing me.
“Faster. Harder,” I instructed as he slid his fingers in and out, circled his thumb over my clit. “So close,” I groaned, wanting his dick inside me. It was a torturous dilemma—wanting his cock so I could feel him deep inside but loving how he pleased me with his hands. His arm tightened around me, supporting me as I thrust myself against his hand, shuddering against him as I came undone.
I felt myself convulse and throb around his fingers. He retreated slowly, biting then kissing the sensitive skin of my neck. Turning, I grabbed him in a kiss that stole the last of my breath.
I ran my mouth along his chest, biting and licking, feeling the sinuous muscle under my tongue and between my teeth. I moved down his center, a trail of kisses in my wake as I lowered myself, kneeling before him.
I looked up, the water sluicing over my head. He smiled, brushing my hair back from my face. I pushed him back a step, against the wall, took his long length in my hand, stroked down and back up, rubbed my thumb over the tip, and slightly squeezed. He growled like an animal. I relished the sound.
With my eyes fixed on his, I opened my mouth and started at the base, flattening my tongue against him as I moved up his long shaft. I watched him as he watched me. I swirled my tongue around the top and cupped my lips to trace my mouth down and back up, repeating the swirling of my tongue over the tip of his dick.
He moaned deeply, and I thought I heard him whisper my name. He shoved his hands through my hair, holding my head. I peered up at him again. He looked lost. Lost in pleasure, lost in the feeling of himself against my lips. I lost myself in his eyes. He held my gaze, his fingers flexing against my scalp. I felt a tug deep within as I held him in my hands, my lower lip against the tip of his manhood. I was getting wet all over again, turned on by his eyes on me, watching as I was about to bring him glorious pleasure. A wicked gleam flashed in my eyes, an even more wicked grin crossed my lips, then I broke eye contact and swallowed him.
He cried out. I bobbed my head up and down, his hands still tangled in my hair. I heard his head hit the back of the shower wall, and another moan escape him. The sound was glorious.
Using my hand and lips to guide, suckle, and stroke his smooth cock, I worked my mouth over him, following the rhythm and sound of his breathing.
I reached around, taking his firm ass in my hands. I squeezed, massaged his cheeks, feeling him flex in my grasp as he moved back and forth into my mouth. My lips and tongue moved freely over him, suctioning him smoothly as I helped guide him back and forth with me.
“Damn, woman, that mouth of yours,” he rasped out with heavy breaths.
I grinned at his words, brought my hands back, cupping his balls, squeezing, rubbing him as I moved faster over the length of him.
His breathing was intensifying. He was close. His movements sped up, his fingers digging into my head, trying to keep hold.
“You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he groaned out, lost in pleasure.
His balls still in my hand, I moved my index finger around the back of them, my thumb in the front. I pulled just the slightest bit to create tension and pleasure. His groan of approval, gruff and guttural, spurred me on. I was getting off from the sounds he was making above me. I moved faster, relishing the feeling of him hitting the back of my throat. His hands left my hair, and I heard them slap against the shower walls.
“Siena, I’m gonna come,” he warned me.
“Mm-hmm,” I gurgled around him, not taking my mouth off him.
“Fuck, so close, baby.” One hand came back to my hair, his fingers pulling at it now. Hard. And the slight pain of it, mingled with my own gratification from pleasuring him, was an exquisite, hedonistic combination.
His body began to jerk. He pulled again on my hair and held my head still as he plunged back and forth into my mouth. He came, yelling my name as he spilled into my mouth, down my throat. I felt his vein pulsing with his release, my tongue pressed against him. I swallowed every bit as I slid my mouth back up his shaft one last time. He relaxed under my hands as I slid them along his hips, my fingertips tracing up that sexyV, over his abs, across his muscles. He took my hands in his as he helped me stand. As I rose, I licked his stomach, kissed his chest, then looked into his beautiful face, smiling with selfish satisfaction.
He smoothed my hair off my face, still pressed against the wall. He closed his eyes, hands splayed over my hips, still maintaining physical contact. He peeked one eye open, looked at me, and grinned.
I couldn’t resist grinning back. His innocently relaxed boyish charm seized me, mesmerized me. He tugged on my hips, forcing me to him, our bodies touching, gloriously naked. His arms wrapped around me, enveloping me in the warmth of him, the water running down my back. “Holy crap, Siena.” He sighed as I lay my head on his chest, listening to the beating of his heart. “You. Those lips. Amazing.”
I smiled at his words, glad I could finally reciprocate the insane pleasure he had given me last night and just minutes ago.
His fingers moved to my chin. I opened my eyes, his own studying my face as he looked at me. “I think . . . I can finally move.” He chuckled, making me laugh. He bent down, claimed my mouth, and kissed me sensually.
I circled my arms around his neck. “If we don’t get moving, we’ll never leave.”
“I don’t see a problem with that right now.”
