I couldn’t be sure if his desperation was a plea for mercy or more. I assumed more and began to work the length of his erection faster, sucking harder to make his balls retract tighter against his body as they prepared to unload. Soon, Mitch wasn’t willing to just stand there and let me have all the fun. He began fucking my mouth in earnest, his balls slapping my chin. I could tell he was getting close to blowing a nut when he lost his rhythm.
Mitch put his hand on my forehead and pushed me off his cock seconds before he sprayed my face with his cum. It was a possessive move that marked me as his; hell if I didn’t like the look in his eyes as he rubbed his seed into my skin with the head of his dick. I rose to my feet once he was finished and rinsed the remainder of his release off of my face while he lathered his hands in shower gel.
My body shook with excitement instead of fear to feel his hands caressing my body. Everywhere. I could see the tentative look in his eyes and I hated that I put it there. I moved out of the water, took his hands, and put them on my chest. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous, but the excitement I felt at having Mitch’s touch wiping out the ugly ones from my past outweighed the nerves.
I placed kisses along Mitch’s jaw as he moved his hands all over my chest, paying special attention to my pecs and nipples. The shiver that rippled through me was all about the excitement and not fear. The pleading moan that slipped from my lips when he pinched and teased my nipples left no doubt that I was in the moment with him.
Prickles of need caused the skin on my body to pebble when he slowly washed my arms and pits. He slowly dropped to his knees and washed my legs and feet before he moved up to my cock and balls. My lungs billowed as they worked to pull air into my lungs. My body shook with anticipation as he moved to suck my cock into his mouth.
Before he did, I needed something more from him. My heart pumped hard in my chest, harder than when I went into battle. I realized that sometimes it was scarier to put your heart and body in the hands of another than to put yourself in a dangerous situation. Mitch looked up at me to make sure I was okay and I cupped his chin in my hand.
“I want you to touch me… everywhere.” I knew what I wanted from him, but wasn’t sure I would be able to voice it until I did.
He rose to his feet and stood before me, the concern on his face warred with the desire in his eyes. “Are you certain?” His voice matched his facial expression. I knew if I changed my mind right then he wouldn’t hold it against me; he’d wait until I was sure.
Any doubt I might’ve had lingering before I spoke the words was completely gone. It was vanquished by a dark gaze that promised unconditional love – yes, love. I turned around, leaned my forearms against the glass wall, and presented my ass to him.
“Touch me, Mitch.”
