Fuck. Control. I needed to get myself under control. I guided her closer, slow enough that she could stop me, but she didn’t. She leaned in like she was drawn by gravity,mygravity.
“That’s it,” I praised, voice rough. “Just feel it first. No rush.”
Her hands steadied on my thighs.
She looked up at me, shy, wide-eyed, before she pressed the softest kiss to the tip. I made a sound I’d never made before.
“Baby…” My head thudded back against the tile. “You’re gonna ruin me.”
Encouraged, she kissed again, a little firmer. My hand moved to the back of her head, not forcing, guiding. My thumb traced her cheek as she wrapped her lips around the tip and took me a little deeper.
“Good girl,” I breathed. “So gentle. So perfect.”
Her cheeks flushed deeper at the praise, and she used her hand the way I’d shown her, slow at the base, following my breath, learning me inch by inch.
“Look at me,” I whispered.
She did.
“Fuck… that’s it,” I panted. “Hold my eyes when you take me. That’s how I know you’re with me.”
She eased forward again, lips stretching just a little, her tongue brushing the underside of the head, and my entire body clenched.
“Baby,” I managed, “go slow…yeah, just like that. You’re doing so fucking good.”
She was bolder now. Her mouth taking me, her hand matching the movement, and I cupped her jaw in my palm.
“That’s perfect,” I whispered. “God, you learn fast. You listen so well.”
I groaned, deep and helpless.
“Yeah… good girl. That’s it. Use your tongue… slow circles. There.” My voice dropped to a growl. “Fuck, you’re a natural.”
She pulled back a fraction, breath warm against me. “Does it feel?—”
I cut her off with a strained laugh, hand gripping the wall again.
“Yes,” I said, almost desperate. “Baby, it feels incredible. You’re making me fight myself not to finish in your mouth.”
Her breath stuttered.
“I like that,” she whispered.
My eyes snapped open.
“What?”
“I like… knowing I can do that to you.”
My control snapped tight like a wire. I leaned down, took her face in both hands. “You do more than that to me.”
Her hands slid up my hips.
“Do it again,” I murmured. “Slow. Let me feel every inch of your mouth.”
She obeyed beautifully, lips parting, hand steady at the base.
“Good girl,” I whispered. “God, you’re such a good girl for me.”
