“Maybe that’s because I drained myself on your face!” I exclaim.
He smiles, but shakes his head. “Nope. That’s not it.”
“Fine, then maybe I just can’t go with you staring at me like a creeper!” I counter.
He shrugs. “I’ll wait.”
He does. Patient and completely unbothered while I try again.
A tiny drizzle... barely a trickle... hits the water.
He nods approvingly. “There. See? Told you. Totally different.”
“This is the weirdest aftercare ever,” I mutter.
He grins. Actually grins. “Who says this is aftercare? Who says we’re done?”
Then he drops to his knees in front of the toilet.
His hands grip my thighs, spreading them.
“What are you doing?” My voice goes high.
“Proving a point.” His mouth crashes against my core, hungry, possessive. No teasing this time, just relentless pressure, tongue circling, sucking,owningme.
I gasp, squirming, my fingers frantically tangling in his hair as he drags me back to the brink.
Pleasure coils, tighter, hotter—
Now—
Yes—
There—
I cum with a choked sob, my back slamming against the toilet. This time, no gush. Justsweet, shuddering release. He pulls back, lips swollen, eyes burning into mine. “See? Different.”
My chest heaves. “Okay. Fine. You win.”
He strokes my inner thigh. “We’re going to keep doing this until you’re unashamed of squirting.”
A traitorous thrill shoots through me.Until.
Like a promise.
Likeforever.
I bite my lip.
“Maybe I’ll pretend I’m ashamed. If it means you keep doing that.” My voice drops to a whisper. “Because honestly? Kind of hot.”
“Was it?” His thumb lightly brushes my clit, taunting me.
“Yeah.”
He grins. “Good.”
He doesn’t hesitate. His mouth descends again, slower now. Worshipful. He licks a long stripe up my slit, then closes his lips over my clit, sucking gently. Building the fire all over again.
