I growl at him, making him chuckle against my skin. However, my growl is soon forgotten because his pointer is actually his hard dick pressing against my ass cheek. His hand slides down from my abdomen to cup my cock.
Not going to lie, as soon as he stepped into the shower, my cock was interested. I’d never met someone who turned me on so damn easily until I met my husband. A touch. A look. Sometimes, I swear I can hear him thinking about me and it gets me hard.
Everything about his energy and the way he loves me is a turn-on.
Oscar kisses my neck then spins me around, pressing me against the cold tile wall. Though it’s probably not cold. Maybe I should turn down the temperature of the water since it feels as cold as it does. Then again, it might just be my blood burning in my veins at the sight of my husband getting on his knees.
My dick immediately hardens like it’s trying to point. Blow jobs are my all-time favorite intimate activity. I don’t even care if I’m on the giving or receiving end most of the time. It’s hot.
My cock leaks in anticipation as Oscar looks up at me and licks his lips.
When we first got together and he told me he’s an adult content creator, I was worried that every time we did anything sexy, I’d feel like just another guy. I wondered if every time I looked at him when we were getting into sexy time, I’d see the guy on the screen giving me the look he’s given to hundreds of others.
That’s not the case. He looks at me in a way that’s only ever been mine. I know because I’ve watched hundreds of hours of videos of my husband with other men, simply to see if I recognized the expressions he gives them as the same as he does me.
He doesn’t. Even when the chemistry between him and another guy is particularly charged, I never see him look at them the way he looks at me.
I know this is all mine. The way he looks at me and thinks about me. Even the way he touches me. It may look the same, but I know it’s different. The way he’s looking at me right now as he takes my dick into his mouth has my heart fluttering in my chest.
Most rational thought fades away as his wet heat surrounds my cock. My head falls back against the wall as I groan. God, he feels good. His hands move up my legs as he presses his face into my pelvis, taking my cock completely in his mouth.
I moan. My body is caught between wanting to tense from the immense pleasure and relaxing completely because it feels so good.
Maybe I’m a slut for sucking dicks because my husband is a master. I’m not even sure what he’s doing with his tongue. The pressure around my cock fluctuates as he alternates between sucking and just gliding my dick in and out of his mouth. His tongue flicks, swirls, and presses against me in a way that has my knees shaking.
As my orgasm builds, my hands move on their own to tangle in Oscar’s hair. My legs shake as I struggle to hold myself up. My jaw clenches as heat rushes through my body like a wildfire.
“Oz,” I grit out seconds before my orgasm breaks, then I gasp. The muscles in my legs give out for a single second, and I nearly stumble before managing to keep my balance. Pleasure rushes through me while I grip Oscar’s hair tightly to hold him against me while I come down his throat.
With each swallow he makes, I pulse. The tinge of pleasure mixes with discomfort as I struggle to take a full breath. I’m suspended in the moment while my husband milks me dry. My eyes open, but I feel like I’m barely in my body.
When my spirit returns, it’s far too heavy, so I slide down the wall. Oscar chuckles, catching me. He doesn’t let me downcompletely but lies on the tile floor under me, letting me sprawl across his chest. I hum in contentment.
His hand scooches my leg up before his fingers begin to play at my hole. One of the things I appreciate about Kala is that there are dispensers of lubeeverywhere. Not kidding. They’re hanging on the walls like hand sanitizer. There are even signs on them that state “THIS IS NOT HAND SANITIZER.”
So I’m not at all surprised when his fingers slip inside me all lubed up. I wiggle on his body, feeling his hard dick against my abdomen. I’ll give him long enough for me to catch my breath, then I’m riding him.
I may be in my early thirties, but my cock twitches like we’re in our twenties. The thought of riding him is exciting. This man with an absolute perfect porn-star dick. Not too huge but bigger and better than average. The right kind of dick that you choke on, you feel when you ride, but it’s not so bad that it feels like he’s going to tear you in two. Not so bad that you feel like you’re swallowing a baseball bat.
He's perfection.
Okay, thinking about his dick doesn’t exactly help me catch my breath, but it does make me impatient to ride him. Besides, he didn’t get off. It’s time to make sure he gets an orgasm too.
Pushing myself up, I shove his hand away and reach for his throbbing dick. This man is magic. I don’t know how he lubed up and managed to keep the shower from washing it all away, but he’s ready for my ass.
Well, ready enough.
I sit up, angling him to feel his head at my hole, and slowly sink down. Another long groan fills the air, much the same as the one that left me when he first brought me into his mouth. My body stretches around him, burning deliciously as I bring him inside me.
“Oz,” I moan again. My cock still isn’t ready for another round, but that’s fine. It doesn’t need to be involved right now. I only need my hole.
“Beautiful,” Oscar says. I shiver in appreciation. “So beautiful, love.”
Taking a breath, I pull myself up before sinking back onto him. Because I can’t help it, I moan again. “Feels so good,” I moan.
“Up,” Oscar says, pulling himself up into a sitting position with nothing but his sexy abdominals. “Bed. Go.” I love that he has the strength to do that.
I love when I render him into using only one-word sentences. Grinning, I get off him and practically crawl myself out of the shower and across the bathroom floor. I’m too old for crawling on tiles. Using the counter, I pull myself to my feet and grab a towel on my way out of the bathroom.
