Rock turns the jets on and I melt against his chest as he kisses the back of my neck and shoulder.
His light touches along my thigh, teasing, and hot breath against my skin, has me squirming against his hard cock.
He nips my neck, and I whimper.
“You don't know what you do to me, Shina,” he growls in my ear. “How I would drop everything just to live between your thighs.”
I laugh, then moan as his hand trails higher up my thigh, finding my soaked core. He's not the only one that was teased and has been waiting for this moment.
Reaching up, I grab the back of his head, gripping his dark hair tight between my fingers, and tip my head up so I can kiss him, as he brings me to the brink over and over again with his magical fingers.
“Please,” I whimper, submitting to him. He pulls back and grabs my waist, turning me, so I can straddle him.
“You haven't earned my cock yet, baby girl, but you can use me to get yourself off. Then I want your ass perched on the edge so I can lick you clean.”
“Ugh, Rock, that dirty mouth needs to be washed out.”
He smirks as I grip his cock and tips his head back, groaning as I give his hardness a few tight tugs before lining myself up and sinking down.
He's not the boss of me. I may allow some role switching in the bedroom, but only when he's a good boy.
I grip his shoulders and roll my hips, looking into his blazing eyes. “That's a good boy. Letting me usemycock until I cream.”
“Fuck,” he moans, gripping my hips harder. He knows better than to take charge when I am in this position.
“Shina, let me eat you. I need a taste before I fill your pussy with my cum. I need you on my lips, running down the back of my throat as I swallow you. Please, baby girl.”
He begs me some more and when I am right on the edge, I pull off and stand up.
Perching against the edge, I lie back against the heated stone tile, and spread myself wide.
“I thought you were starving for me,” I murmur, running the tip of my finger between my slit and swirling my clit a few times.
“Better hurry or I'll be finishing myself off, and you will be using your hand after all.”
“Fuck, baby girl,” he groans, rolling onto his knees and burying his face between my thighs, moaning as he breathes me in.
The air is hazy with lavender steam as he takes his first taste. His hot tongue glides along me from opening to clit, and I know I'm about to submit to him.
Rock is the only guy I have felt comfortable enough to use me like a dirty little whore. He's helped me over the years become more comfortable and confident in exploring my own fantasies.
Though there is still one we haven't tried yet. Inviting some others to our fun. Before Rock and a few lazy one night stands, I had only ever been with Patrick.
He was my first everything. From kissing to anal. I guess that's what happens when you marry your first love.
Everything was great until I said “I do”. Then he became possessive and controlling. Soon everything I once knew was gone.
Friends stopped asking to hang out after always declining their invitations. My family also drifted. I think that's why I feel so responsible for my sister's kids.
I left her when she was only seven. I was never around to watch her grow up, or be there to give her sisterly advice.
Maybe if I had been she wouldn't have fallen in love so young and had gotten pregnant. Only ever dealing with heartbreak, which led to drugs.
Patrick was the largest mistake of my life. But that's over now. And maybe some day, I'll get my wild threesome, but for now I'm good.
Rock sucks on my clit, biting down and bringing me back to the moment.
My mind strays when I'm tired. This isn't the first time and won't be the last.
