“And?”I asked, my lips capturing hers in a deep, wet kiss.“You’re not stopping me.”
Her breath mingled with mine, warm and needy, and I drank it in.How can anyone be so fucking perfect?I couldn’t stop kissing her, devouring her breathy moans and letting her touch me wherever the fuck she wanted with her soapy hands.
Her eyes burned with curiosity, excitement, and lust.I let my gaze wander, memorizing every detail of her as if I wanted to paint her.From the tiny beauty mark beneath her eye to the gentle curve of her ear and the slender dip of her neck.
The shower washed off our soaped bodies, but I didn’t let her go.I held her pressed to my chest, our skin slick and warm.
“Dylan,” she said, giving me one of her fuck-me-stern looks.It didn’t affect me (only turned me on) since she was raking her nails over my back with the tips of her nails.It felt calming yet erotic.
“Katie,” I parroted against her lips, my hand gliding lower between us—ignoring my cock, which throbbed painfully for her touch—and finding her sensitive button of pleasure.
She took a sharp breath, her hand clutching my arm when I found it, rubbing lazy circles on it.
“W-what… stop it,” she stammered, her voice trembling.
I chuckled darkly.“You can give me one more, right?”I purred, my voice low and sweet as sin.
Without waiting for a reply, I picked up the shower head, adjusting its position until the stream hit exactly where I wanted.
“Open your legs,” I commanded, trying to keep my tone sweet.
Katie shivered, flickering her eyes between the stream of water from the shower head and me.“I don’t think I can.”
I tightened my grip on the showerhead.Leaning in, I captured her lips in a slow, possessive kiss, my voice low and coaxing.
“Of course you can,” I whispered against her mouth.“You came twice on my tongue that night, didn’t you?Two times, Katie.You can do it again, no?For me,hm?”
My fingers found her nipple, tweaking it gently.Her soft gasp shot straight to my cock, making it throb even harder.
Her hand lifted and cupped my length, making me jolt forward as a curse escaped my lips.
“Only if you do it with me,” she whispered, her fingers flexing on my dick.
The sight of her fingertips on my velvety hard skin made my mind go blank.Her fingers couldn’t even wrap fully around my girth.Fuck me.
“W-whatever you want, Katie,” I rasped, positioning the showerhead to spray over her sensitive clit and spreading her thighs.“Let me see that gorgeous pussy of yours.”
She acquiesced, her legs trembling as the water hit just right, making her shiver.Her hand continued stroking me, and I groaned, tightening my grip on her waist.
My eyes traveled over her body.The way the water made her skin glow, the curve of her hips, the tautness of her stomach.I leaned down, capturing one of her nipples between my lips, humming at the sweet gasp falling out of her mouth.
Her other hand moved from my arm to feather my hair, clutching it.I took my sweet time worshipping her hard peaks with my tongue, biting them gently.Her body quivered.Both from the assault of my mouth on her fucking perfect breasts and from the shower’s stream.
“Dylan,” she said, her voice wavering.
“I know,” I whispered, my lips brushing over her skin, my hand sliding lower.Her thumb grazed the tip of my cock, and I bit my lip at the sensation.“You want more, don’t you?”
She nodded as her lips parted in anticipation.
I dropped the showerhead and cupped her soaked pussy, groaning at how wet and ready she was.
“So fucking wet for me,” I mumbled, eyeing the way she continued stroking me, inexperienced but fucking irresistible.
“This pussy needs me to make her cum, yeah?”I said, my voice low.“Needs my thick fingers to stretch her open and make you cum all over me, doesn’t it, hm?”
“Yes,” she gasped, eyes fluttering shut as I slid my fingers inside the warm heat.Her walls clenched me and I almost came at the sight of her riding my fingers when I kept fucking her slowly.
Her legs trembled, and I knew she was close.
