Charlotte didn’t even think about questioning his directive, her eyes popping open and taking in the absolute desperation for release painted on Trey’s face.
“Put your hand around the base of my cock. Getting the whole thing in is going to take a lot of time and practice.”
Charlotte reached up, wrapping her fingers around the thick base. She couldn’t touch her fingers together, and the proof of his thickness made her moan around his head.
“Fuck yeah. Just like that. Don’t be afraid to go tighter.” She did, and Trey’s head flew back, his fist banging the flimsy shower surround. “You’ve got me at your mercy, honey. Do what you will.”
A surge of power like she’d never known made her heart swell and her spine straighten. She might be curled at his feet, but Charlotte had all the power. Her hands and mouth moved without her consciously telling them to, a long buried natural side to her coming out to play. She didn’t second guess any of her movements, just let biology and instinct take over. With every downward pass of her mouth, she took a little more of him in, her tongue swirling around the skin stretched over throbbing veins. The hand circling him pressed up to meet her lips, then back down to his base, where she gave him a little squeeze.
The flesh between her thighs throbbed, begging for its own attention. She tried to ignore her growing need as long as she could, but it became too much. With her free hand she slid two fingers between her drenched folds, circling them around her clit.
“You just play down there, baby. Don’t make yourself come. That’s my job.”
“What if your dick in my mouth is what does it for me?”
“You don’t let it. I’m going to come down your throat, and I want you do to do the same for me. I need to taste your sweet juices before I fuck you into oblivion.”
Those dirty words issued from Trey made her hips pulse against her own hand. But she tried to ignore the almost painful desire building low in her belly, giving all her attention to Trey’s impossibly hard dick.
Curious, Charlotte moved the hand on his shaft down to the heavy balls beneath. She rolled them between his fingers, and his hips responded by pushing forward, making her gag slightly.
“Fuck, I’m so close. I’m sorry, sweetheart. Don’t want to hurt you.” Even as he said the words, his hips flew forward again. She looked up at him to see every muscle clenched trying to hold still for her. She gave him one tug, then sat back slightly, opening her mouth as wide as it would go. And she nodded, giving him the silent signal to do what he wanted.
Even with the all clear, Trey didn’t let loose as she expected. He cupped her cheek with one hand, smiling at her with affection, even through the building of his release. “Ahhh, sweet girl. I can’t do that to you yet. Someday. But not yet. You lock those lips around my cock and suck as hard as you can. I promise, you’ll still get all the cum you can handle.”
Disappointed that he wouldn’t let loose, Charlotte did as he said. It didn’t take long before Trey fell forward a little more, his elbows braced against the wall, hands grabbing the back of his neck. Without warning, hot, salty liquid splashed inside her mouth. Taken by surprise, she backed off for a second, letting the second stream of cum land on her breasts. Mad at herself for letting even that much slip past her lips, she locked them just below the crown of his head, curling her tongue up around the very tip of him to catch the rest. Just as he promised, there was a lot of it. The taste of him seared itself into her memory, and she knew from that moment on, she would crave him for life.
Swallowing it all down, Charlotte leaned back, almost collapsing on her butt at the bottom of the tub. “You taste good.”
“Fuck.” Trey scooped her up into his arms again. “Hang on baby, I’m going to wash us both off, and then we’re getting out of this little shower to get to the real business in bed.” Under his breath, Trey mumbled something about finding a house for them with a shower better suited for sex. Charlotte giggled, clinging to him like a monkey as he lathered them both up, rinsed, then stepped from the shower.
Trey didn’t bother toweling them off, just tossed her, wet hair and all, onto the bed still rumpled from their lovemaking earlier.
“I’m going to get your bed all wet.” Charlotte tried to scramble up to at least dry her hair. Before she could gain her feet, Trey tackled her back onto the soft surface.
He licked and sucked at the skin of her neck, down to her collarbone, and her small breasts below. “If I gave a shit about my bed getting wet, I wouldn’t be planning on eating your pussy until your juices leak all over the sheets. So, stop worrying and let me have what I need.
Dear God, the man followed through on his promises. Planting his face directly between her thighs, Trey went to town, devouring her until she was a screaming puddle of hormones and sweat, pulling him closer one moment, then pushing him away the next when it all felt like too much. Through it all, he stayed the course, refusing to come up for air until she came so hard and so long, dark clouds began to overtake her vision.
Finally, he crawled back up her body, flipping them over so he rested on his back, and she sat on top of his lap. “I need to watch you sweet girl. Want to see you ride my big cock with your small body.”
Through the lust fog, her shyness came roaring back, uncomfortable with the unobstructed view he had of her body. The pressure to perform and give him pleasure bearing down on her.
“Hey.” His voice softened from the gruff bass he slipped into during sex. Back to the gentle giant she talked to all those weeks on the phone. “Nothing you can do is wrong. As long as I’m inside your body, I’m good. Trust me. Trust that I would never do anything you weren’t comfortable with. But I want to see something good after all the bad today. And you riding my cock for the first time fits the bill perfectly.”
The man beneath had some sixth sense when it came to her, because his words put her at ease immediately. With one resolute nod, she reached between her legs, pulling his cock up to rest along his stomach. He cursed and fisted the sheets, and she lowered herself to rub her soaked pussy along his length. The tip of him peeked out from between her lower lips as she shifted back, then disappeared to teeter on the edge of her opening as she reversed the direction.
Moving slow, methodical, she observed his body as it tensed, pushed his hips up trying to slip into her body. “Fuck, Char, baby, get my dick inside your little tease of a body before I lose my mind.”
“I like making you lose your mind. Is that bad?” She did too. Already soaked from the multiple orgasms he’d given her with his tongue and mouth, everything became even more slippery, her clit tingling with rising desire the more he seemed to lose control.
“Nothing you do could be bad. But I’m about to lose it and flip you over onto your stomach. I don’t want that yet. I want you riding me.” One of his big hands came up to slap her ass. “Get to it.”
With a gasp, Charlotte did as he said. She wrapped her hand around his cock, just under the head, and positioned it at her empty opening. Then pressed down. And down. Until every inch of him stretched at her still tight channel.
“Fuck. So tight. Feels like you’re strangling me baby. But in the best way.”
Whimpering, Charlotte couldn’t find the words. Instead, she braced her hands on his chest and let her body show him how she felt. Experimenting with movements, she started off rocking back and forth, with him rooted inside her. The base of him rubbed against her over-sensitized clit. The zap of pleasure made her gasp and rise up on her knees, his cock slipping half out of her. She dropped back down, and his head grazed against the mysterious spot inside her sending another zap through her body.
