The woman who walked into my office, saying that she wanted to explore all this shit, was bold as hell. That wasn’t the woman who walked into the resort room. The woman in my shower right now was nervous, and rightfully so. And I was stuck between letting her find her way and bringing it out of her.
I helped her into the shower. “You good?” I asked as I closed the sliding door behind her.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” She said as he came into the shower and leaned against the wall.
I pulled her to me and looked at the way her full lips were into a pout that told a different story. Then leaned in and pressed a slow kiss on her mouth.
“You sure?” I asked to be sure. Consent was big for me; if at any time she was ready to go, I wouldn’t hold her hostage. Even if she said stop in the middle of a moan, there wouldn’t be any hesitation.
“No, my pussy hurts,” She admitted, making me chuckle. She was talking cold cash shit in the mirror, but now she was in front of me whining.
“You want me to kiss it?” I asked her as I slid my hands between her legs and brushed her clit with my thumb.
“Q! I’m serious!” She protested.
“Me too, you trying to debate me about it, or you want your pussy ate?” I asked. A grin spread across her full, pouty lips.
I pulled her onto the bench and stood her in front of me before I brought her leg over my shoulder and buried my face between her thighs. The second my tongue grazed her pussy, she melted. She was whining as she struggled to keep her footing. Her hands clawed at the back of my head and at the marble wall, but I wasn’t easing up.
My hand slid back and teased her asshole lightly, and she almost folded.
“Damn, Q!” She moaned as she held on to me and rocked her hips against my mouth. My dick was rock hard; the taste of her alone, coupled with her moans, had me damn near ready to bust.
I stopped eating her and pulled back. I gazed up at her as she looked down at me with a face full of confusion. Her taste alone had me on another level; if she wasn’t careful, I was going to lose it before I even slid in again.
“Come ride this dick, Breeze.” I know she said she was sore, but she had turned me up, and she was going to have to put out that fire.
She didn’t argue about it. She just threw her legs over mine and grabbed my dick and lined it up at her entrance.
When she slid down, we both groaned at the feeling. Breeze’s pussy was gripping me. She slid down on me and slowly started to ride me. I sucked her neck, enough to make her wetter, but not enough to leave a mark on her. I leaned back against the wall and let her do her thing, showing me that she wanted it.
Earlier, when we had been in this position, it ended with me changing it. I was going to let her take control. She rode me slowly like she was giving herself time to adjust, and then she started to ride my dick like she was on a mission. My back was against the shower wall, and she was bouncing on me. She was tightening her pussy as she slid up and down, and I had to will myself not to fill her ass up.
“You riding this dick so good, B,” I said as I gripped her ass.
She grabbed my face and leaned up to kiss me.
“Mhmm, you on lunch break or are you gone fuck me back?” She asked sarcastically. I chuckled. I had already been restraining myself. I respected that she said she was sore, so I didn’t move. But since she wanted to test me, I was going to see if she could back that shit up.
Breeze liked rough shit, but I was mindful not to be too rough on her. I would never aim to hurt her; I only want to make her regret talking crazy to me.
I leaned up and grabbed her hair from behind, wrapped my hands in it, and fucked her from the bench.
“You riding my dick so good, Ma.” I leaned forward and bit her neck.
“It’s so good, Q,” she cried as she continued to bounce on me.
“It is?” I asked her.
“Yes!” She panted.
My grip on her hair had loosened, and I tightened it. I noticed that it made her moan and smile.
“You like when I pull your hair, baby?” I asked as I put my arm around her waist and sat her. Less bouncing and more grinding. She was in that slow scooting motion that had her clit brushing right where she needed it.
“Mmhmm,” She confirmed.
I tightened the grip, and she rode me faster. I ground my hips into her from my position. Letting her hair go, I grabbed her neck and brought her lips to mine. Our tongues slid in and out of each other’s mouths through our groaning and panting.
