She looks so damn small standing next to me. Our height difference is even more obvious now that we’re both naked, and my desire to pick her up and feel her wet skin against mine is overwhelming. Grabbing her pink bath pouf, I get it ready and slowly drag it up one of her arms. She shivers at my touch. Her mouth is slightly parted and her nipples look painfully hard, and I know with absolute certainty that if I were to drag a finger along her slit, I’d find her soaked, and it would have nothing to do with the water cascading down her perfect body.
When I run the sponge over her tits, she lets out a small moan and leans into me so the slightly coarse material presses against her nipples even harder. The want in her eyes is beautiful to see. There’s no fear or pain, just a raw desire for more.
“Do you like that?” I ask, running the sponge over her nipples again.
“Yes.”
Her response is breathy and quick. I bring my other hand up to cup one of her soapy, wet tits and groan at the feel of her in my hand. My cock is painfully hard and pressing against her stomach, and when I run my thumb over her nipple, she lets out another moan. I want nothing more than to wrap my lips around her and gorge on her body. Dragging the sponge down her stomach, I give her nipple a soft pinch just so I can watch her gasp again before squatting down to wash the rest of her body. Her pussy is dangerously close to my face, but I ignore it as I put all my focus on the thighs that any man would have to be a moron to not appreciate.
When she’s washed, I drop the sponge and run my hands over her to rinse the soap from her body. Unable to resist any longer, I grab onto her thighs and lean closer to kiss her soft, wet skin. She runs her hands through my wet hair, moaning my name as I kiss and lick my way up her leg.
Looking up at her, I ask, “Will you let me taste you,zolotse?”
Keeping her fingers in my hair, she brushes her thumb across my forehead, pushing my wet hair aside. “Yes,” she whispers, and that yes lights a fire inside me that has me groaning and standing back up. Leaning down, I cup her face and kiss her hard, letting her feel how badly I want and need her. Her tongue slides along mine as her body grows hungrier and her feral side starts to come out to play.
“There’s my wild girl,” I murmur against her lips, making her laugh.
I gently guide her until she’s pressed against the blue-tiled wall, and when I start to kiss my way down her neck, she tightens her grip on my hair and whispers my name. I run my tongue over her collarbone, dipping into her clavicle before kissing my way to one of her tits. Groaning, I flick her nipple before wrapping my lips around her and sucking in as much of her as I can. I’m a goddamn glutton when it comes to her body, and I’ll never be able to get enough of her. I suck and lick and tease her skin with my teeth until she’s whimpering and I can feel her body starting to shake.
“God, you’re so fucking perfect,” I groan, kissing my way to her other tit. I give it the same teasing treatment, feasting on her body until I’m completely drunk on her. I can already feel how close she is to coming, and I know it’s not going to take long before she’s filling my mouth with the taste that’s already seared into my brain.
I kiss my way down her stomach and gently grab her hips. Looking up, I meet her half-lidded eyes, wanting her to watch me as I lean closer and slowly run my tongue up her slit.
“Fuck,” she moans, rocking up to me and clutching my hair even tighter.
I nearly lose all control when I part her pussy lips with my tongue and dive into her. She rocks her hips as I fuck her with my tongue, watching her slowly come undone right in front of me. The taste of her fills my mouth, pulling another growl from me, and when I know she’s only seconds away from her release, I slide my tongue out and bring my lips to her swollen clit, giving her a hard enough suck to send her over the edge. She screams my name and bucks against me, riding her orgasm out on my face, and it’s the sexiest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen.
When she starts to come down, I rim her clit, keeping her pleasure going until she’s ready to take more. She’s shaking so badly that it’s only the firm grip I have on her that’s keeping her upright, but I’m not ready to stop yet. I want to give her one more. Pressing the pad of my tongue against her swollen bundle of nerves, I rub her in firm circles, slowly bringing her back to where I want her.
“Vasya,” she moans, starting to rock harder against me again.
Her eyes lock on mine when I flick my tongue against her, making her whole body shudder. I lick and suck her clit until she’s screaming my name again. I work her body until she’s panting and squirming to get her overly sensitive pussy away from my insistent tongue. Smiling, I gently kiss her swollen cunt before pressing my face against her and breathing her in. I wrap my arms around her while she runs her fingers through my hair and then lets out a soft laugh.
Giving her one more kiss, I stand up and cup her smiling face. “I’m glad you enjoyed that,zolotse, because it’s my new favorite thing.”
“I had no idea anything could feel that good,” she admits with a cute, loopy grin.
I run a finger along one of her flushed cheeks, admiring the way the blush has spread to her chest. “You’re perfect in every single way, baby, and I can’t believe I get to spend the rest of my life with you. I don’t deserve you.”
She smiles and presses her hands against my chest. When I don’t budge, she looks up and laughs. “I can’t force you to move, Vasya. You’re too strong.”
I grab her hand and bring it to my mouth so I can kiss it. “You could force me to do anything,zolotse. I would do anything you wanted or needed me to do.”
“Now I want to do something for you,” she says, giving me a sexy grin and pressing on my chest again. This time I let her guide me back under the water. She gives me the same teasing treatment I just gave her, getting her revenge with every brush of the sponge along my skin, and when she wraps her soapy, wet hands around my cock, I groan and slide a hand up her stomach to cup one of her tits. She explores my body, dancing her fingers along my balls and then back up my shaft while I run my thumb over her hard nipple and give it a gentle squeeze that makes her eyes go heavy-lidded again. She lets the water rush over me, washing away the soap before she brings her mouth to my chest and starts to kiss and lick her way down.
“Zolotse, what are you doing?” I ask, barely recognizing the sound of my own voice. My accent is thicker, my voice deeper, and I know I’m on the brink of losing control again.
She runs her tongue over my nipple, pulling a deep groan from me and says, “I want to taste you again.”
I thread my fingers through her hair and look down at her. “If you put your mouth on my cock, sweetheart, I’m not going to be able to hold back.”
“I trust you, Vasya,” she whispers, pushing me a few steps back so the water won’t hit her full on the face as she kisses her way down my body. I’m too tall for her to kneel and take me in, so she grabs the outside of my legs and bends down to kiss the head of my cock. I groan a string of Russian when she wraps her lips around me and starts to suck me in.
Pulling back, she looks up at me with a shy look on her face. “I’ve never done this before, so it might not be good.”
“God, baby, it already feels amazing. Please don’t worry about that. Everything you do is perfect, and believe me,” I say with a laugh, “it’s not going to take much. You drive me crazy,zolotse.”
Her face lights up in a grin before she leans back down to wrap her lips around my head. This time she sucks harder and grips my shaft, working me like I showed her earlier. I fist her hair, trying like hell to not do it too tightly. It’s already taking all my willpower to not slam into the wet heat of her mouth, stretching her lips wide and making her gag around me. The part of me that likes it rough and wants to dominate wars with the part of me that knows she’s not ready for it. My love for her wins, and I soften my grip on her hair and keep my hips still as she works me with her mouth and hands at her own pace.
