“Fucking hell, sweet pea, you might make me come with your words alone.You’re too fucking sexy, pipsqueak,” I growl.
Her tremulous smile embeds itself into my soul.She squeezes my cock.I hiss and tighten my arms around her.
“Let me go.I want to watch,” she demands.
Muttering eager expletives under my breath, I release her and prop my elbows on opposite walls, the shower so narrow I reach with ease.She inches backward and to the side until the shower hits my chest and rains down my front.
With diabolical curiosity, she strokes me through the drenched fabric.I hang my head and watch through my lashes as she wrecks me from the inside out.My triceps burn and lust scorches my veins, but I clench my hands into fists and breathe.
She reaches into my waistband and takes me in her hand.Myfuck, fuck, fuckechoes off the walls.She rubs her thumb over my tip.I jerk and hiss.Her hungry eyes search my face as she repeats the motion.
My balls draw up and pressure builds at the base of my spine.
“I’m so close,” I shudder.
She reaches her other hand into my underwear and cups my balls.The soft, gentle grip nearly unravels me.Her eyes remain glued to my face as she strokes me from tip to base.I shout and tilt my hips away, desperate for release but willing to suffer just to keep her hands on me as long as possible.
With experimental pressure, she kneads my balls and slowly pumps her fist up and down my shaft.Fissures of pleasure travel up my spine.A low, guttural groan reverberates through the tiny space.
She drops her gaze to my cock and twists her wrist as she strokes me.
I erupt.White-hot wonder bursts from my balls, sears the inside of my shaft, and jettisons from my tip.My seed spurts onto my stomach and covers her hands.
The downpour washes it away.I heave and consider turning off the water, but reaching for the handle will disrupt my balance and end my careful hold on my body.If I move right now, I’ll reach for her instead.
Her flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes superimpose themselves into my frontal lobe.
Speaking of parts of the brain, she needs to rest.
My little sweet pea has other plans.She pushes me backward with her grip on my cock and balls until the water lands on her shoulders.
I growl, the movement awkward with my pants shackling my ankles, but she stills my breath with a diabolical squeeze of my mushroom head.
“Stop, pipsqueak.It’s too soon,” I groan.
“No it’s not.Again.Mine,” she breathes.
I’m a goner.My cock becomes silky flesh stretched over granite in her grip.As she strokes, teases, and lightly runs her nails over me, I find a higher plane of existence.Euphoric agony invades every cell of my body as she takes what she wants from me.
I cover her hands with a second pearly white release.Without the spray to wash it away, she smears it over my cock and plays with the drops on my stomach until it turns tacky.
When she lifts smug eyes up to mine, I growl and pull her lips to mine.I devour her mouth, pouring my awe and devotion into the kiss.
By the time I lift my lips from hers, my cock rallies and pulses in her grip, but I pull her hands away and shuffle us under the spray.After washing her hands, I kiss her knuckles and pivot to clean myself away from her curious gaze, but she huffs and hooks a finger behind my waistband.
“Don’t you dare offer to clean me, pipsqueak.I’m already hard again, but I’ll probably pass out if I come, and you’ve already hit your head enough times today,” I growl.
She sighs, pouts, and releases my waistband.
As I wash myself as best I can inside my boxer briefs, she leans against the tiled wall and smiles.
I place the bar of soap back in its cubby and rinse.
She grimaces and rubs along the bottom hem of her bra.I growl and hook my fingers under the fabric.
“Lift your arms, sweet pea.”
She squeaks as I pull her bra up and off her arms.Need pounds through me as her breasts bounce free.The curved bars pierced through her nipples are pure perfection.
