“Fuck,” he says. “You look so fucking pretty on your knees for me.”
I smile at his praise and then wrap my lips around his shaft. One hand still stroking his cock, my other finds his balls, and I begin to gently play with him.
“Shit…fuck…yes…” he says, his hand tightening in my hair. He continues to pump into my mouth, and lust courses through my body. I like pleasuring him. I like turning him on like this. Fuck, it’s hot.
“I’m close,” he warns, and I hollow out my cheeks, taking him as deep as I can. His movements become frantic, and I let him take what he needs from me.
A moan escapes as he finds his release, and he spills into my mouth. I continue to suck his cock through the aftershocks of his orgasm, and when I’m sure he has nothing else to give me, I sit back and look up at him. My lips wet, my faceflushed, and my breaths heavy.
Pulling me to stand, he wraps me in his arms. “You are incredible,” he says, and a mischievous grin flashes across my face at his compliment.
CHAPTER 34: MAGIC AND COMEDY
TANNER
Wren on her knees for me is a sight that I never thought I’d see anywhere but my wildest fantasies. Fuck, she was pretty taking my cock, and given the look on her face, I’d say she actually liked giving me head.
“Come on. Let’s jump in the shower. I’ve got an idea of what we can do today,” I say.
She runs to her bathroom to grab her shampoo and soap. I turn on the water, and when she returns, she sets the soap inside and then wraps her arms around me. I hold her against my chest, breathe her in, and wonder if she’s falling for me as hard as I’m falling for her.
Stepping into the shower, the steam from the hot water fogs the glass. I help her in after me, and she moves under the stream of warm water, wetting her hair.
“Is it too hot?”
“It’s perfect,” she says, grabbing for her shampoo.
“May I?” I ask, taking the bottle and squirting a small amount of soap onto my palm.
She nods, and I work my hands through her hair, massaging her scalp. I rinse it with water and then grab herconditioner, repeating the steps I just completed. The shower fills with the scent of cherries and vanilla that I’ve grown to love.
“Aren’t you cold?” she asks. “I’m hogging all the water.”
“I’m fine,” I say, grabbing the soap, lathering it in my hands. I take my time rubbing my hands all over her body. She shudders under my touch, and her head falls back when my fingers graze her nipples.
“Tanner, stop,” she teases. “You’re going to make me want to have shower sex, and I’m really hungry.”
“I’m not opposed to shower sex,” I say.
“I’m sure you’re not, but if we’re going to be having sex all day, I’m going to need food.”
“Fine,” I grumble, moving my hands down her body until they both find her ass. I pull her into me, kissing her deeply. The water pours over us, and her hips rock against me. “You sure you want breakfast? Seems like you kind of want to do something else.”
She shakes her head. “Yes, I’m getting out before my waffles get delayed any further.” She slides past me, opens the door, and grabs for a towel. My hand finds her ass in a playful slap, and she lets out a little squeak. Glancing back over her shoulder, she rolls her eyes and then the shower door closes behind her.
Quickly, I finish my own shower and then throw on pants. When I walk out of my room, she’s sitting on the couch, drinking iced coffee with her phone in her hand.
“Did your boss get back to you?” I ask.
“Yeah, but I think he’s mad,” she says, flipping her phone around.
Daryl:
Okay. – Daryl
“You just think that because he used a period. How old is he?”
“I don’t know. Maybe in his fifties…” She shrugs. “Should I respond?”
