“Aw, you waited just for me, didn’t you?”
“You know I did, baby.”
“Good.” I could feel the washcloth gently scrubbing my shoulders and the back of my neck, trailing down my back as he focused on every inch exposed to him.
No part of me was left untouched. He skipped over my ass, washing down the backs of my legs, paying special attention to my calves. When he came back up, he glided the soapy rag over my ass cheeks, circling them for far longer than he needed to.
“Fuck, Cres. Your ass is so goddamn pretty.” He was practically moaning, pushing my cheeks apart.
I let myself sway for a moment before turning around, facing him. His smile was enough to soothe my soul, even if there wasn’t anything to soothe. He had this uncanny ability to make everything better. No matter what it was, or if things were already good, Elio made everything better.
The washcloth ran down my chest and around my stomach as he went as far as to wash inside my belly button. It tickled, making me giggle before he trailed it farther down. My breath hitched as he swirled around my hips, leisurely swiping along my upper thighs, curving back up to my cock.
He took hold of me with the washcloth, stroking me slowly. His gaze never left mine, forcing eye contact withme. I didn’t mind. Every swirl of color in his irises had me longing for more. More of what, I wasn’t sure, but I was pretty sure it was a future.
A long future. The forever kind. With rings on our fingers to match the house we were about to own, and long nights of talking, laughing, and scrolling through cat videos.
I reached out, grabbing onto his wrist. He looked at me for a second, more confused than anything, as I slowly knelt. The water sprayed in my face a little, but I didn’t care.
Looking up at him from this position was different. He was so tall this way. And the way he looked at me, with nothing but adoration, was a power trip I didn’t think I’d ever get used to.
His cock was already hard and waiting for me. I wrapped my hand around it, tugging on it experimentally. Feeling him in my palm for the first time was new, and beautiful, and reverent in a way.
When his hand cupped the side of my face, I tilted my head further back to meet his eyes. “Are you sure, honey?” He whispered the question, the sound barely louder than the water hitting the shower floor.
“I’m positive. I want to taste you, El. I need to. I need you.” Elio’s thumb hooked on my bottom lip, pulling it down. I pushed my tongue out, swiping for a taste—just a small taste of him. The salty, almost sweet hint of sunshine, rainbows, and forests of green.
“Okay. Just be careful, and don’t push too far.”
I used my hand to pull his cock toward me, holding his attention as I pressed my lips against the tip. And then I did it again, but on the side. And again. And again, following a path down his shaft.
He was breathing heavier now, small pants in between each kiss. On the first lick, I had to close my eyes and moan to savor him. The experience. It was so new tome, yet so comforting, like it was always meant to be this way.
“Fuck, Cres. Fuck.”
I pulled him into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked. Only a little bit, just to see how he felt in my mouth. I swirled my tongue over his underside, mapping every divot and the softness of his skin there. I fucking loved it.
I was fucking addicted to it.
Addicted to Elio in every form.
When I sucked more into my mouth, I could feel him in my veins. The blood in them was pumping harder and faster, desperate to feel him coursing through them. He placed his hand on top of my head, gently tugging on my hair.
Knowing he was there was more comforting than scary. Just beneath the surface, he was with me. His rays of sun were shining from underneath, but it wasn’t concerning. It was like they were warming me from the inside out, cradling me in their arms, holding all of my cells and molecules together.
Elio held me together.
The head of his cock hit the back of my throat, forcing a slight gag out of me. He pulled on my hair, just the tiniest bit, getting my attention. “Breathe through your nose. Relax your throat. Go slow.”
My eyes rolled to the back of my head at the gruff sound of his voice. He was truly affected by me, and I couldn’t get enough of it.
Following his instructions, I took him back down my throat, nestling my nose against him. When I inhaled, I could smell the soap we were sharing. It was intoxicating. My throat spasmed unexpectedly, wrenching a deep, rumbly groan from him. Pulling back, I felt tears starting to fall down my cheeks, blurring my eyes. I took a deep breaththrough my nose before taking him back into my mouth. This time, I held his balls in one of my hands, massaging them, rolling them between my fingers—getting used to the unfamiliar feeling.
I was so lost in pleasuring him, I hadn’t noticed his grip tightening in my hair. “I’m going to come, Cres. If you aren’t ready to swallow, back up now.”
I kept going, listening to the echoes of our combined moans, Elio’s getting higher and longer just before his hips started to thrust into my mouth. I let him, holding myself still.
The first spurt of cum hit the back of my throat, catching me completely off guard. I sputtered, jerking away on instinct, but he was too far gone, groaning and thrusting with his hand loosely gripping the back of my neck. I let him hold me in place, closing my eyes and letting my tongue hang out, desperate to catch every drop.
