The flushed pink tip has a slightly different feel than the rest of his dark blue shaft, I find, skimming my tongue over it.
A rough noise catches in his throat at the touch, making me smile as I drag my mouth down the length of it. The heady scent of his skin, the softness of his skin here, this much is familiar. Velvet wrapped steel, indeed.
I take my time teasing him a little, licking down the length, exploring all the little ridges. His tail flicks behind him as I take him deeper in my mouth, stroking whatever else I can’t fit. Ellis’s free hand gathers my hair away from my face as the water tries to bring it forward.
Mouthful of dick, I steal a glance up at him. The cords of his neck are straining, his chest heaving with each labored breath.
His hips buck suddenly, and he braces a forearm against the shower wall, letting out a groan as I pull back and swirl my tongue around his tip.
“Lacey,” he says through gritted teeth, his voice breaking on my name.
With another hard suck, I pull off him. “Yes?”
He looks at me through his long lashes, heat in his eyes, breathing ragged. He closes his eyes and gives his head a little shake. He keeps saying my name like he means to tell me something, but he never voices whatever it is.
My body has apparently had enough time between almost climaxing and now to decide the thought of his weird dick in me is the only thing I want for the foreseeable future.
I think it was just a moment of nearly-post orgasm clarity, the same as all those times you look at the filth you were turning the pages one handedly on and wonder how you were so deeply into it a moment ago.
“I want you in me,” I tell him breathlessly.
He meets my eyes again with a flash of that corner-mouth smile that makes the butterflies now living in my stomach do an encore flight. “Who am I to deny you anything?”
I don’t know what my thought is; that after that declaration we’re just going to towel off and go to my bed, but Ellis has something else in mind apparently.
He comes down on a knee before me, wet hair framing his face. Strong, well-shaped hands part my legs, and I barely register what he intends to do before he threads his arms under me, before the world moves.
It’s such a breathless display of how strong he is, like gravity barely matters to him. I keep forgetting that he can toss me around like a ragdoll if he wants. My hands scramble to catch around his shoulders, but it’s unnecessary.
Gripping my thighs, he balances me between himself and the thick glass of the window, the back of my knees settle overthe crook of his elbows. The position spreads my legs wide, bearing my needy cunt open for him.
My shoulders press against the one-way glass, chilled against my skin, despite the hot water showering over us. I swallow, catching a glimpse of his sharp lower teeth before he presses a gentle kiss to my mouth. I gasp into it as his fangs nip and tug at my lower lip, and his tongue follows over every sharp touch with a soothing sweep. His tongue is different from any human’s, there’s something slightly sandpaper-y about the way it feels, bringing more sensation to every part of my mouth it touches.
We’ve kissed before, but I don’t know that any of those meant quite the same thing as this one does. I sink into this one, almost forgetting that he has me folded up against the window as an immobilized pretzel.
I watch water run down his neck, caressing his collarbone, tracing the definition of his arms and torso.
Against myself, I look down between us. The pink tip of his cock, fully engorged past its foreskin, peeks out between our bodies. I feel the entire hard shape of his cock intimately nestled against my folds, and then it twitches.
My core aches to be filled, I nearly moan at how empty it feels. I trail a hand down over his taut abdomen. A muscle tenses in his jaw as he adjusts our position and lifts me just enough to poise his tip at my entrance.
He lowers me onto his dick, every fraction of an inch more I take inside me, teasing the line between too much and exactly enough.
When I finally feel the corner of his hipbone pressing against my inner thigh, he moves his hips experimentally, bouncing mea little. The friction is good and for a second, I think I might survive this.
The thrust he gives sends me a few inches into the air. I land hard against his hips with a little cry.
I feel his cock twitch hard inside me, a flicker of liquid heat against all the other sensations as he comes, even as he keeps stroking into me.
I heave a sigh, thinking we’re done. Ellis groans, his voice bouncing off the tile with mine, and reverberating through his body against my back.
But he keeps going. Sometimes he slows his pacing for a couple purposeful, hard thrusts, before he grips my ass and keeps rocking into me.
And every time, I feel his cock release another hot spurt into me.
Is he just coming every time he strokes into me? There’s just so much of it, dripping down my thighs every time he pulls out, then it’s filling me again when he thrusts back in. I don’t know why it turns me on, but it does, a burst of sensuality in my pussy, zinging through my body. I like that he’s coming so much for me; that he can’t seem to stop.
Then one of the times he strokes into me, he suddenly goes deeper than he had before.
