We burst together, my cum dripping down from her, sticky between her thighs. I don’t let go of her even for a second as we collapse to the bed, catching our breaths, tangled together.
She feels so fragile.
Fuck.
“Are you okay?” A sudden panic flashes through me.
I wasn’t really careful. She’s going to run away again.
She takes my hand and lifts it to her lips, trailing kisses all around that ugly melted flesh. I never understood what she liked about my hands.
She’s just so pure, always seeing beauty in such ugly things.
“Please don’t ever disappear on me again,” she mutters against the distorted skin.
The tension bleeds out of my muscles, leaving only warmth and the faint ache of being alive.
She’s watching me curiously.
“Are you sore?” I whisper and suddenly see red marks on her inner thighs, arms, neck. Jesus.
“I’m so sorry.” I put soft kisses on all the damage.
But why is it turning me on so much?
I shut my eyes and fight another hard-on. When I open them, she has that foxy smile on her face.
She knows well what she got herself into.
I straighten and lift her up, getting off the bed and walking us to the bathroom. I open the glass doors to the large shower and turn on the main head, warm water pouring out of it rightonto our faces. I hold her with one hand under her ass, the other caressing her hair, moving the strands out of her face when she devours the relaxing water drops.
She tilts her head back so the stream of water can hit her face. She looks relaxed, loose and pliant.
Then our lips meet and melt together, the water running on our faces, our tongues crashing together. I bite on her lip and press her to the shower wall away from the water current.
What is it with her noises that send me to another dimension? I can’t fuck her again, she’s sore.
Instead, I put her legs on the ground and kneel in front of her, taking one of her legs and putting it on my shoulder, kissing it and slowly getting to her pussy as I look up at her. Her lips are parted, nipples hard and tempting, her fingers trailing through my hair. I tenderly run my tongue through her pussy, soothing the soreness as her head falls back, hitting the wall.
Her soft sounds get mixed with the running water. I could do this all night. I’ve been starving for years.
“Mhm, Kasien,” she begs, her body sliding on the black tiled wall and her hips chasing my tongue.
My fingers are sinking deep into her skin, one hand on her thigh and the second gripping her ass.
“Wait,” she gasps and looks down at me, her fingers grip my hair, tugging me away from her. She’s catching her breath as I get up, towering over her little devastated body, her cheeks red and lips swollen.
I grab her chin, force her mouth open with my thumb and hold it there, open for me. I stick out my tongue and let her juices mixed with my spit fall straight onto her tongue, thick and slow, watching it drip down her throat like I’m training her to take every part of me.
Jesus, I need to fuck her mouth.
She keeps her mouth slightly open while she slowly gets down on her knees as if she just read my mind.
My dick is hard as fuck and right there in front of her face. She’s kneeling, her lips curl into a little smirk before she starts running her tongue around my tip. I rest one hand on the shower wall to keep my balance, looking down at her.
The view is unbearable. I fight the urge to grip her hair and choke her with my cock deep down her throat.
Instead, I just watch, not moving, just my insides warming and curling under the touch of her delicate tongue. She takes it in her hand, her tongue sliding all over my tip, then all the way down the length, teasing me while watching me from under her lashes.
