“I come home from work hard, yanking at my cock as I imagine you bent over my desk as I pound you,” he stutters. He leans his head back and hisses as I suck him harder.
“Fuuuuuuuck.” He clears his throat. “When you were cutting my hair, I wanted you riding me, shouting my name. I can’t cope when I’m around you. You’re perfect.”
I don’t want my fingers in me. I want his. I want to be riding this dick.
He smells of lavender and oak. Drops of water from his shower slide down and wet my hair.
My mouth and tongue work his cock until he’s on the edge.
“I’m going to come,” he moans, pulling back, but I fix him with my stare as Iuse both hands to hold him inside me, fucking my mouth with abandon. “You’re taking all of me like such a good girl.”
My brain is fuzzy with arousal. I love hearing those two words out of his mouth.
“I’m coming,” he says between gritted teeth. His whole body quakes, and he grips my hair between his fingers. Eighteen months of his need slide down my throat, and I swallow every drop.
His thrusts slow. I lick him clean, swiping my tongue over my lips as hunger lights his eyes.
His body won’t stop shaking, and he kneels on the floor. He cups my cheek and kisses me, swiping the seam ofmy mouth with his tongue until I open it to him as he palms my bum. The kiss is gentle, caring, and everything Niki is.
“So fucking perfect,” he rasps against my smiling mouth. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure, sir.”
“Good girl.” It’s dirty yet sensual. He slides his hand inside my knickers, and I jolt as he brushes my clit. “Soaking. You didn’t get to come.”
He trails kisses down my neck as his thumb rubs circles around my clit. “Is this okay?” he asks, and I whisper my encouragement.
His fingers slide inside me. This moment was about him. I wasn’t expecting this. “I’m nervous.”
His head tips, and his eyebrows dive together. “Because of me or because of how I’m touching you?”
I snag a breath, trying to focus on what he’s doing and how it feels. He swirls his thumb against me, and I gasp with pleasure.
“Because of me,” I stutter. What if I’m not enough for him? “I haven’t come with a guy before.”
He pulls his hand back, but I press him against me and say, “Don’t stop.”
“Don’t forget the safe word. I can’t wait to be the first man you come with,” he murmurs as he drops his head to my breasts and sweeps my nipple with his tongue. Arousal ignites my need, making me dizzy. I trail my fingers over his stomach, it ripples beneath my touch.
“So fucking good,” he grunts as he continues to lick and tease my nipples while I ride his fingers. I whimper, and my body jolts.
I wrap my arm around his neck, holding him to me, needing the contact. He doesn’t pull away. His fingers thrust faster. My hips roll, desperate for more.
“Faster,” I beg, and it echoes through the bathroom.
“You look so good fucking my fingers.” Heat fills my belly as he kisses me hard on the mouth. Water droplets fall from his hair, chilling my skin. “Is this how you play with yourself, Rosie? Do you rub your clit?”
“I use a toy,” I gasp. “Deeper. Please. I need your fingers deeper.”
At his satisfied growl, I ride his fingers harder. His lips skim my pulsing throat.
My desire climbs with the pounding of my heart. He pulls his fingers out of me, sucks them slowly, his gaze fixed on mine, before sliding them back inside me.
“Fuck, you taste perfect.” Heat fills my cheeks as he grins. “I can’t wait to lick your pussy.”
“Yes,” I moan. He kisses me hard on the mouth before ducking down and returning to my tits.
“These are more beautiful than I imagined in all my fantasies.” His voice is thick with lust.
