I know she doesn't have a lot of experience, and I'm not sure whether she's done this or not. But I'm not worried. I'll teach her. I'll teach her everything.
With the hand still in her hair, I guide her toward my balls.
Understanding dawns in her hazy eyes, and she sticks out her tongue, lapping at them gently at first, then with more enthusiasm as I encourage her.
"That's it, la mia piccola tentazione," I praise, and it gives her more courage.
I groan as she takes one, then the other, into her hot little mouth. The sight of her pleasuring me this way has me on the verge of coming all over her pretty face. I want to close my eyes, let my head fall back against the tile, and just enjoy the sensation.
But I won't. Because, even though she's pleasuring me, I want her to be satisfied as well.
I pull back, and before she can pout again, I snap "open" in a hard, commanding voice.
Her lips drop open in obedience, and I thrust back into her, stretching her full lips and filling her.
And this time, when I get to the back of her throat, I don't stop.
Before her mind can catch up, I push past the tight ring of muscle and into her throat, and she takes me, her nose pressing against my pubic bone. Her entire body convulses, a choked gag wracking her frame. The sound is obscene, a wet, messy music in the steamy air.
I pull back just as quickly, letting her gasp for air, her chest heaving. A single tear escapes, tracing a path through thecondensation on her cheek. But she doesn't pull away. She looks up at me, her eyes dark with submission, her lips parted and waiting.
And I give her what she’s waiting for.
I fuck her throat. Not as deep as the first thrust, just enough to remind her who’s in charge. I set a hard, possessive pace and claim her every time I take her breath away. And she surrenders to it completely.
She’s a mess. Drool and pre-cum drip from her chin, her eyes are glassy, her face flushed a deep, beautiful pink.
I watch her throat bulge, watch the way her body trembles with the force of it. Water streams over us, plastering her hair to her face, but she never takes her eyes off mine.
The hot water sprays over my back, but I burn from the inside out.
She’s mine.
The thought is a lightning strike, sharp and undeniable. Not just for tonight. Not just for this. But completely, irrevocably mine.
The pleasure builds, an impossible pressure at the base of my spine. "I'm going to come," I warn, my voice a low growl. "You're going to take all of it. Don't you dare spill a drop."
Her only response is a desperate, muffled moan that vibrates through my entire body.
With one final, deep thrust, I bury myself in her throat and let go. The orgasm rips through me, a violent, soul-shattering release. I pulse into her, pouring myself down her throat, and she takes it all, her throat working to swallow every drop.
I pull out slowly, my cock falling from her swollen lips with a wet pop.
She stays on her knees for a second, head bowed, water streaming over her.
I crouch in front of her and take her in my arms, tilting her chin gently with a finger.
The raw, unguarded trust I see in her eyes hits me harder than any punch.
I lift her to her feet and put her back under the spray. I clean her up again, washing the mess off her face, then I kiss her, slow and deep, tasting myself on her tongue.
It’s a claiming. A brand.
She’s trembling, her body soft and pliant against me. I break the kiss and rest my forehead against hers, our mingled breaths the only sound.
Her hands are shaking, and I'm not sure it's from pleasure or fear. Maybe both.
Chapter Twenty Nine
