There's no denying he's a work of art, onethat defies all logic.He keeps his hands to himself, letting me explore to my heart's content, his breathing slow and even. A content sigh even slips out as my fingers ghost across his jawline.
I lean forward enough to kiss him, just asmallpress of my lips to his, and his smile grows as I pull away.
Unfortunately, I can feel my hands clamming up, my throat threatening to close with the emotion growing, the fear trying to take back everything we've said and done in the safety of the shower. I don't want to hide. Don't want to be the person who destroys everything good just to prevent anyone else from being the cause of the destruction.
But my fear is a ticking time bomb, and if I don't get ahead of it, don't distract myself from it, I'm going to ruin us both, not just myself.
And while Eamon is the reason for the fear, he's also my favorite distraction from it.
So I kiss him again, pulling him in by his hair to plant my mouth more firmly against his.
Whether he understands why I need this, or he's just happy to go along with it, I'm not sure, but hefollows my lead, kissing me back fervently while still giving me complete control. His soft lips part for mine, letting me explore his mouth and slide our tongues together with sordid slowness.
"Isla," he speaks against my lips, "Honey, you're killing me here."
The plainness in his words only spurs me on, and my fingers fall down to his pecks,furthereven to his stomach, the softnesstherehidingincredibly strongmuscles.With painstaking slowness, I use all five fingers to scratch down his abs, drawing a pained moan from his throat.
His hand grips my wrist, stopping its descent. "Baby, please."
"Please what?" I don't understand. "What's wrong?"
Hecoughs out a laugh, "The second you touch it, I'm gonna blow."
"What?!"
"Listen, Isla. You're not the only one who's new to this. And you've been freely, blissfully naked for 30 minutes or so, every perfect inch of your body on display. I've been a very good boy and kept my touching minimal, but that doesn't mean my dick hasn't been aching for the last half hour," he sighs. "I'm going to come far too fast. So please let me take care of you first."
"Stand up," I tell him, wondering if he's the type that is comfortable taking orders instead of giving them. Hedidcall himself a good boy.
With a groan, he does as told, bringing his engorged, painfully red dick right to my eye level. He releases my hand, staring down at me with heaving breaths.
Tentatively, I reach for his length, my hand barely touching it at first just to see how sensitive it'll be right now. Eamon hisses but remains still as a statue, his eyes locked on my hand and his dick.
I wrap my fingers around the base, giving it one soft pump, glancing up to see Eamon's eyes pinched closed. With another pull, his hips move with me, his resolve already crumbling. A vicious grin lights up my face, the power I holdjustin my palm dizzying.
Watching this giant man fall apart atjustthesmallesttouch makes me ache for him. My cunt is already dripping, begging to be filled with him again. I fear there's no going back for me, no other dick, real or fake, will compare again.
"Isla," he pants. "I'm not joking. If you keep doing that—ah, fuck—I'm gonna come."
Easing off the chair and onto the wet floor to my knees in front of him, I take the base into my opposite hand, still slowly pumping with the other, watching as precum drips from the tip.
He groans loudly, biting his lip to keep back any other noises that might try to spill out.
Feeling victorious, I reach for one of his hands, bringing it to the back of my head, a silent but clear communication. As soon as he grips my hair, taking it roughly in his fist, I wrap my lips around his swollen, dripping tip.
He moans my name, his hips pulsing slowly, working his dick into my mouth, stretching my lips around it as his salty precum dribbles onto my tongue.
Hollowing my cheeks, I keep pumping with one hand, placing the other on his thigh for stability. His moans grow as he fights to keep his grip on my hair from becoming painful. The muscles across his stomach flinch and tense from the effort ofremaining mostlystill.
Relaxing my lips and throat, I try to take him deeper, gagging from the effort.
His hips jolt forward at the sound, a growl rattling his chest. "Isla, I'm giving you one last chance, then I'm gonna fuck your pretty little mouth until I unload all this fucking cum down your throat."
His desperation and gritty voice make my fucking cunt leak, needing him to do everything he's threatening. With a soft moan, I double my efforts, urging him on.
"Shit," he moves his hips in earnest, his free hand falling to the wall of the shower to keep himself upright as he drives his dick further into my mouth, making me gag again. "Oh, fuck, honey. Looks so pretty. Love this fucking mouth. Please let me cum in it this time."
I almost laugh at the reminder of the last time I had him in my mouth.
