The closer she comes to my hardness, the more difficult it is to breathe.
I’m starting to question how I’m ever going to last inside her because if I’m this close to the edge when she’s just looking at me, her perfect pussy is going to be the death of me.
Even as I watch it play out before my eyes, I’m not prepared for the moment Lexi drags the sponge over my hard length, tearing something between a groan and a growl from my chest.
“Lexi,” I warn through gritted teeth.
Mischief plays in her gaze as she stares up at me, moving forward slowly, giving me a chance to stop her.
But how the fuck can I stop her from touching me the way I’ve been dreaming of since I learned what sex was?
The sponge drops to the tiled floor, and all pretense of washing me goes down the drain right alongside the soap suds.
Her fingers wrap around my length, pumping my cock gently. I should stop her. She’s injured, and I’m about three seconds from fucking her against the shower wall, but I’m captivated by every move she makes, desperate to see what she does next.
And she doesn’t make me wait long.
She shifts forward until her breath whispers across me, pulling another rumble from somewhere deep in my chest.
Fuck. Me.
The moment her lips wrap around the bulbous head, I’m done for.
Her sinful little tongue explores the underside of my cock as she takes a couple of inches before retreating, setting a maddening pace that I can barely differentiate between pleasure and pain.
“Wildcat,” I groan. “You’re fucking killing me here.”
The words earn me a soft laugh, but she continues her exploration.
I drop one hand onto the back of her head, brushing my fingers through the damp strands, using the other as an anchor against the wall behind her.
If I don’t hold on to something, I’m at risk of falling, and considering I’m seconds away from blowing my load in her mouth less than a minute after she started, I think I’m going to embarrass myself quite enough already.
Her eyes never leave mine, staring up at me through the dark pools I’ve spent my life dreaming about.
The more of my cock she takes, the closer I am to the edge, and it doesn’t seem to matter how many saggy ball sacks I imagine. The feel of her mouth around me is too much.
I feed my fingers through her hair and tug her back until her lips free me with a pop. “The first time I come inside you, it won’t be your mouth, Wildcat.”
Lexi moans, pressing her thighs together and giving away how turned on she is from blowing me. “That can be arranged.”
I drop my head back and stare at the ceiling for long enough to regain control of my throbbing balls. If her pussy isn’t the death of me, her mouth probably will be. “You’re hurt. The first time I fuck you, I want you in tip-top shape.”
She shakes her head, fire burning bright in her eyes. “I don’t want to wait, Colten. I want you to fuck me. Please.”
How can I possibly refuse her when she begs so prettily?
“I don’t want to think anymore,” she murmurs. “We spent years talking ourselves out of being together. I don’t want to do that anymore. I want to live. I want to be yours. Completely.”
And that’s all it takes to break what’s left of my resolve.
I lift her to her feet, pressing her back against the tiles a moment before my lips descend on hers, and she meets me with just as much ravenous desire.
Her tongue slips between my lips, fighting for dominance we both know she won’t get. She wraps her hand around my length and pumps it in a maddening rhythm.
“I’m going to have to restrain you if you keep that up,” I rumble against her pouty lips.
“Sounds like a good time to me.” She smirks.
