Her eyes danced playfully. “I intend to.” She crossed around the bed to me, slowly undoing the buttons of my shirt while I ran my hands over her waist, her hips, and back up again. She was so soft under my fingertips.
When she reached the last button of my shirt, she tugged it off my shoulders, pulling it down to the floor, and she knelt down in front of me, now working on my belt.
I dropped my head back, already hard at the thought of what was coming. And then her plump lips were on me, taking in my length. “Farrah,” I moaned.
She hummed against my cock, and I looked down at my beautiful girl. I ran my fingers through her tangle of curls. “You know how to make me feel good.”
She wrapped her hands around my thighs, using them for leverage until I could feel my tip bumping against the back of her throat.
I brushed her hair back away from her face, tears starting to sting down her eyes until she pulled back to catch her breath.
“You look so pretty when you’re choking on my cock,” I told her.
She smiled before working back over my length until I’d had as much as I could take. “Let’s go to the bathroom,” I told her.
She pouted a little, which was almost as hot as what she’d been doing. Then I helped her up, kicking out of my pants and leading her to the bathroom.
It was just as I remembered it–large marble tub, expensive fixtures. My mind’s eye saw her breaking above the water, liquid sliding down her full chest as she called my name. Onlythe sound of water falling from the spigot had me back in the moment, watching Farrah sitting on the side of the tub like a woman in a painting.
Sometimes I wished I had the artistic ability to capture moments like these, when she looked so beautiful it made my chest tighten, my brain straining to remember every little detail.
But then she smiled at me and said, “The water’s warm.”
I got into the tub first and sat back, my cock still at attention, begging for her. “Sit on me,” I ordered.
She lowered herself onto me, each inch I got deeper feeling better than the last.
And then she settled that lush ass on me, burying my cock to the hilt, and moved her hips in a slow, tantalizing circle. “Fuck,” I hissed.
Farrah was giving me everything, more than I could ask for, and I wanted to make her feel good, too. So I wrapped my arms around her, teasing her clit while the water filled around us. The splashing liquid blended with her moans. And her head dropped back on my shoulder, eyes closed in ecstasy.
“Tell me what you were imagining that day,” I said in her ear. “Tell me what you wanted me to do to you.”
“I… can’t,” she gasped out.
“And why is that?” I replied, continuing to tease her clit with one hand, tweaking her nipples with the other.
“Because this feels better,” she said breathlessly. “Better than anything I could imagine before I knew how good it was to have your hands on me. Your cock in me.”
Her hips were writhing, her hole tightening, and I could tell she was close.
“If it feels so damn good, prove it. Come on my cock. Milk me for everything I have,” I demanded before biting her ear, continuing my assault while my cock begged for release.
Her moans came out in pieces until each part of her body tensed, tightened, with her release. It was the permission I needed to let go. To enjoy. To give her every bit of me I had until we were spent, chests heaving as we lay in the tub with water rising around us.
After a moment, she lifted off me and turned off the water, then she lay on my chest and kissed me.
I held her, running my hand over her dark, damp hair as I savored her lips. And then she whispered, “Gage?”
“Yeah?” I asked, eyes drifting open.
Her cheeks were pink, mascara stained around her eyes. “I can’t help but think…”
“What?”
“I’m soaking in your cum.”
I barked out a laugh–that was the last thing I’d expected to hear. “Shower?” I asked.
