I kissed all around his stomach, licked the crease of his thigh and stomach, and worked my way closer, wanting to savor this, get lost in it. It worked, it did, reliving the worst and replacing with the best.
My wet tongue dragged up the full length of his shaft, and I had to shift my knees to squeeze my thighs together, desperate for some friction. I groaned when my clit pulsed, reaching the tip of his cock and wrapping my lips around him.
He tasted of soap, a little salty too, but rather than suck him down, I swirled my tongue, buried the pointed tip into his slit, seeking any more of his taste I could. A salty burst of pre-cum was my reward.
“You’re killing me here, beautiful,” Theo said, leaning over me, cupping my chin so he was holding my head with both his hands. “Can I fuck your throat?” he asked. “Please. Fuck…”
I nodded, my face split-slick and flush. He kissed my head and stood up a little higher, his cock resting against my lip.
“Hold out your tongue, as big and flat as you can.”
I did, immediately, waiting for him to do what he wanted. It wasn’t a hard thing at all giving myself over to him. That’s what this was about, after all.
Slowly, he pushed his cock into my mouth, pushing against my wet tongue until he reached my throat. The sides of my mouth strained, but I swallowed around him, welcoming him in deeper, living for his reactions to what I could do.
“You’re amazing,” he moaned. “Fuck. I’m going to pound your face now.” He stroked my temple.
I nodded again as tears ran down my cheeks, and he moved, writhing his hips back and forth, dragging his cock in and out, chasing his pleasure, holding my head tight.
I breathed through my nose, gasping and spluttering as he pounded into my face. Water splashed from the shower, my jaw ached and my eyes streamed, but I didn’t complain, didn’t make him stop. He was taking what he wanted from me, what he needed.
And it felt good. Good to give over to him.
“Yes, baby,” he cried between hushed little breaths like he was trying to steady himself, stop himself going too far.
I pulled off. “Do it, Theo,” I begged. “Please, I’m ready.”
“Are you sure, baby?” he asked, stroking my chin, wiping some of the spit away.
“Yes, Yes, do it.”
He nodded and smiled, grasping the base of his cock and aiming it toward my chest. “You’re so amazing,” he whispered. “So perfect. Thank you for trusting me with this.”
Then he released a stream of piss with a grunt, aiming so the pale liquid poured down my body, over my breasts and stomach, before landing in the tub and washing away with the water.
The entire time, he held my chin with one hand, and his cock with the other.
“What’s it like?” he asked.
I grasped his cock, still pissing, and aimed it over my face, letting the urine hit my cheek. He’d guzzled liters of water to make it as clear as possible, to give us as much to work with as he could. Washing away the memory of Charlie and Rafael in the best way possible.
I kissed the tip, a closed-mouth kiss just to feel the stream against my lips. Theo shuddered.
“Holy fuck,” he moaned. “This is… that was… it’s so sensitive.”
After a minute, his stream petered off and stopped, and I sucked his cock right back into my mouth, moaning as his shaft throbbed. He was so close already; I could feel it. I was getting to know his body well, and I knew his tells now. The way his breath hitched a little, the way his abdomen sucked in and his balls drew up.
“Baby, I’m gonna—”
I hummed, not pulling back, and swallowed his cum down as it spurted into the back of my throat. He cried out, a deep, delicious moan I wanted to hear thousands more times. Millions. Forever, for every day of our lives.
His cock softened in my mouth. I was unwilling to pull away, to let it go, so I let it just rest against my tongue. Despite the trust I felt in him, there was also vulnerability, exposure. Until Theo dropped to his knees with me with a thud and smiled, catching my face in his palms.
“Let me wash you clean,” he said. “Then I’m going to take you to bed and make you come until your body literally can’t take it anymore. Until you pass out again.”
“Okay,” I whispered.
“Okay?”
