The air in the bathroom froze, nothing but our ragged breaths echoing off the tiles.
Anna's green eyes sparked with resolve. She didn't pull back; instead, she leaned in a bit, her red lips parting slightly, tentatively closing in.
Her inexperience showed—her moves carried that newbie hesitation. Her slender fingers wrapped around my half-hard cock, warm but trembling, like a bird fluttering in her palm.
My heartbeat thundered in my ears, desire roaring like wildfire in my gut, but I forced myself to hold back, not wanting to pressure her.
She hesitated for a split second, her breath hot against my skin, then she leaned forward and gave it a tentative lick, her tongue flicking out softly over the tip.
I sucked in a sharp breath, my muscles tightening without me even thinking about it. Fuck, that felt electric, a jolt straightthrough me.
She looked up, those green eyes wide and questioning, like she was checking if she'd done it right. Her movements were clumsy, raw, but so damn earnest—focused, like nothing else mattered.
She took me into her mouth next, sucking gently at first, her lips wrapping around the head with careful pressure. Her tongue slid awkwardly along the underside, exploring, pausing now and then to gauge my reaction.
Our eyes met, hers locking onto my desire-filled gaze, and she trembled slightly, her cheeks flushing a deep red. "Am I... doing this right?" she asked, her voice shy and uncertain, pulling back just enough to speak.
That question hit me square in the chest, tightening everything. She wasn't like the others—polished, performative. She was real, vulnerable, and it twisted something inside me. And that injured ankle of hers—she kept it propped up so carefully, not letting it touch the floor, wincing a little if she shifted wrong. It made my heart ache, made me want her even more.
I reached down, stroked her cheek gently with my thumb. "You're doing perfect," I murmured, my voice thick. "Keep going."
My fingers slid into her hair, guiding her lightly, not forcing, just showing the rhythm.
She dove back in, her movements smoothing out a bit with each pass. Her tongue swirled more confidently now, tracing the veins, sucking deeper. I could feel the heat building, her mouth so wet and warm, pulling me in.
Every bob of her head sent waves of pleasure crashing through me, my hips twitching involuntarily. She was getting into it, her free hand bracing on my thigh, nails digging in just a little as she worked.
God, the way she looked up at me through her lashes, eyes gleaming with that mix of shyness and determination—it was intoxicating. Her breaths came in soft puffs around me, and when she hummed lightly, the vibration shot straight to my core.
I groaned low, my grip in her hair tightening just a fraction, encouraging her. She responded by taking more, her lips stretching around me, tongue pressing flat and sliding back and forth.
The clumsiness was still there, but it only made it hotter—her pauses to catch her breath, the way she'd lick her lips and dive back in, more eager each time. I watched her, mesmerized, as she found her pace, her head moving steadily now.
Sweat beaded on my skin, the steam from the earlier shower mixing with the heat we were generating. Her scent filled the air, mingling with mine, and every suck, every swirl of her tongue pushed me closer to the edge.
She pulled back once more, breathless, her voice a whisper. "Like this?" Her eyes searched mine, that uncertainty making her even more endearing.
"Yeah, just like that," I rasped, my thumb tracing her swollen lips. "You're driving me crazy."
Encouraged, she went deeper, her throat relaxing as she took me further. I felt the back of her mouth, the tightness there, and it was almost too much. My abs clenched, breaths coming in harsh pants.
She experimented, her tongue flicking the sensitive spot under the head, then sucking hard while her hand pumped the base. The combination was lethal—pleasure building like a storm.
I could see her thighs pressing together, her own arousal evident in the way she shifted on the stool, careful with that ankle. It turned me on more, knowing she was getting off on this too.
Her rhythm picked up, more fluid now, lips gliding smoothly up and down. I thrust gently into her mouth, matching her, the wet sounds filling the room obscenely.
"Fuck, Anna," I growled, my voice breaking. "So good."
She moaned around me, the vibration sending shocks through my body. Her hand twisted lightly as she stroked, tongue lapping relentlessly.
The pressure built, coiling tight in my balls, heat spreading everywhere. I warned her with a grunt, but she didn't pull away—instead, she sucked harder, eyes locked on mine.
I came hard, spilling into her mouth with a guttural moan, waves of ecstasy crashing over me. She swallowed it all, her throatworking, and when she finally pulled back, lips glistening, she looked up with a small, triumphant smile. "I did it."
God, that did something to me. I was still catching my breath, body humming from the release, when the need hit again—harder this time.
I couldn't hold back anymore. Scooping her up carefully, avoiding that injured ankle, I carried her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. Night had fallen, moonlight spilling through the windows, bathing her gorgeous body in a silvery glow that made her skin look ethereal. I was mesmerized, tracing the curves with my eyes as I laid her down on the bed.
