Reaching around her, Logic picked up the soap and lathered the washcloth in his hands. He started with her neck, her arms, her breasts, stomach, and then dropped to her ass, her legs and then her feet. By the time he started rinsing her, Tyler’s chest was heaving up and down. Her pussy pulsated with excitement as his hands traveled up her body and landed between her thighs.
“You gone let me taste this pussy?” Logic asked, parting her lips with his fingers.
“Uh huh,” Tyler moaned.
“You gone let me fuck you against the wall?” He kissed her neck.
“Yes, b-b-but I need to tell you something,” Tyler moaned as his fingers explored her insides.
“What’s that?”
“I uh- I have-
“You have what?” Logic frowned, damn near snatching his fingers out of her pussy. “You got that shit?”
“Wait, what?” Tyler wanted to laugh at the concerned look on his face. “It’s nothing like that,” she promised, touching his chest, but Logic didn’t see shit funny.
“Then you gotta get to the point, baby girl. I was about to bury my face in your pussy and if you got some shit-
“I have anorgasmia.”
“The fuck is that?” He squinted, running the term through his head.
“Umm, well I don’t have orgasms. I mean I do and I have before, but it takes a lot for me to reach the finish line.”
“Oh, so you saying that nigga wasn’t fucking you right?”
“It wasn’t his fault.”
“I beg to differ.” Logic shrugged. “As your man it was his job to explore all opportunities to make sure you were satisfied, but I keep telling you that nigga weak as fuck. I got you though.” Logic kissed her lips. “I’mma make that pussy talk.”
“I’m serious. It’s a real thing and I don’t want you to feel bad when you’re all out of breath and I’m waiting for more.”
“I got this,” he promised. “You ready to get out?”
“No, I need to wash you up.” Tyler grinned sexily up at him.
“Do your thing.”
Switching places, Logic stood under the showerhead as Tyler soaped up the other washcloth. Like him, she started at his neck before moving down his arms and his chest. When she reached his dick, Tyler dropped the towel. Pouring soap into her hand, she reached under his dick and started massaging his balls.
“Baby girl,” Logic growled, trying to keep his composure.
“You want me to stop?” Tyler asked, leaning up to kiss his lips as she continued to massage his balls.
“Nah,” he uttered.
Dropping to her knees, Tyler took his dick into her hand, showing it the same attention. She scrubbed his pubic hair, massaged his shaft, and then thoroughly rinsed it off. Logic opened his eyes just in time to see Tyler taking him into her mouth.
“Straight up,” he muttered, watching water cascade down her face.
Unphased, Tyler twirled her tongue around the head of his dick before swallowing him whole. With one hand still massaging his balls, she used the other one to slowly stroke him in her mouth. The more she licked and sucked him, the more she became excited. Logic’s dick felt smooth on her tongue, and the feel of his thick shaft gliding in and out of her mouth was addictive.
“Fuck.” Logic bit into his lip as he watched her please him.
He couldn’t look away if he wanted to. The girl of his dreams was on her knees in his shower giving him the best fucking head of his life. Just when he thought the shit couldn’t get any better, Tyler pulled his dick out of her mouth and glided the ball of her tongue ring up from the hidden space behind his balls to the tip of his shaft. Seductively, she slapped his dick against her tongue and proceeded to deep throat him again. Trapped in her web, Logic stared into Tyler's eyes as the muscles in her throat suffocated his dick.
“You gone swallow this nut, baby girl?” Logic's hand found the back of her head.
