“Jesus Christ, you’re gorgeous.”
I lean down as he finishes filling the tub. “Bathe with me.”
“If that’s what you want, then you can undress me, baby girl.”
“With pleasure.”
He turns off the faucet, standing to tower over me. “What did I do to deserve you?”
I push up onto my tiptoes, my lips finding his. “Something really good.”
He smiles against my lips. “Take off my shirt.”
I do as he asks, tugging his T-shirt over his head, messing his dirty blond hair before discarding it on the floor. “What next, Sir?”
“Fuck me, you have no idea what you do to me when you say that. Take off my jeans.” I kneel. “You look so fucking beautiful on your knees.”
My eyes never leave his as I unzip his fly and pull his jeans and boxers down, unleashing his hard cock. With him naked before me, my pulse is racing, whooshing in my ears as he looks down on me with such reverence, his hand tangling in my hair.
“Tell me what you want, baby girl.”
“May I taste you?”
“You’re such a good girl, asking so nicely. How could I refuse?”
“You can’t.” I lean forward, bracing my hands on his ass as I kiss the crest of his cock. I do it again and again, teasing him before running my tongue down the length of him, taking as much of him as I can before he hits the back of my throat.
“Fucking hell. You have the mouth of a siren. You’re so fucking pretty with my cock shoved down your throat.” Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as he guides my head, making me take more until I’m gagging on his cock.
He sets a punishing rhythm, his fist in my hair painful as he uses my mouth to chase release, and it’s such a rush. Watching him fall apart as he chases release makes me feelpowerful. To see how I affect him.
“Tilt your head up, baby girl. You can take all of me.” Relaxing my throat, I give myself over to him completely, his harsh thrusts making me wet for him. He slides farther down my throat as tears fall freely down my cheeks. “Good girl. You’re going to swallow every last drop of my cum and thank me for it.”
As he finds release, I feel the hot shot of cum filling my mouth. I choke it down, eager to please him. I never thought I would enjoy swallowing, but the way he’s looking at me as he rides out the aftershocks is thrilling. Iwantto please him.
I sit back on my heels, staring up at him in anticipation. “You did so well, baby girl. I’m so proud of how you took my cock.” He wipes the tears from my cheeks before pulling me up. “In the tub.”
I step into the bubbles, waiting for him to follow suit. He slowly guides me down, pulling my back to his chest, his legs on either side of me. I rest my head back, breathing him in.
“Why do I love it when you praise me?”
“Are you asking or just pondering?” He grabs a sponge and some shower gel, washing my shoulders before moving down each arm.
“I don’t know. It just felt really good. It seems like a crime against feminists everywhere.”
“Does it matter what anyone else thinks?”
“No. I’m just… you’re not like anyone I’ve ever dated before.”
“Is that a bad thing?” He washes my front, but there’s nothing sexual about it. His touch is gentle, soothing.
“No.”
“Then relax. What happens in our bedroom is between you and me. No one else matters. Can you do that?”
“I can try. Technically, that blow job happened in the bathroom. Does that still count?” I jest.
“Whenever we’re alone.” He runs his hands through my hair.
