“You’re telling me you don’t want to?” I asked.
He just shook his head. “I’d have you naked and on display all day, every day if you’d let me.”
My cheeks burned with a blush. “Yeah?”
He nodded as he gripped my chin and used the washcloth to clean off the rest of my puke-stained face. “Yeah.”
“Oh.”
We were silent for a while as he washed down the front of me. My nipples pebbled when he lifted my heavy breasts to clean beneath them. He didn’t fondle. He didn’t squeeze. He lifted my arms and washed the prickly hairs underneath. He spread my legs and cleaned the bikini crevices of my thick thighs, but never once allowed his hands to wander to other places.
He even swiped the washcloth against my pussy, dipping a finger in long enough to see that the fold itself was washed.
It shot an aching heat through my body before he stood.
“I just wish I could forget,” I whispered from out of nowhere.
He came back into my vision before dropping a masked kiss to my bare shoulder. “I’ve got a way to distract you.”
I snickered softly. “Oh so this is where we insert the sex jo—oh.”
He dropped to his knees almost instantly and picked up one of my legs. I didn’t even have time to process what he was doing before he slid it over his shoulder. I peered down at him, watching as his eyes devoured my pussy that I always thought was just a little too big, even for my size. For whatever the reason, I really seemed to hold some of my weight there.
“Close your eyes,” he said.
I tilted my face up to the ceiling and closed my eyes before I felt his mouth on me.
And when his tongue swiped in between my folds, my head fell forward.
“Now, open.”
His command caught me by surprise. I furrowed my brow before I inched one eye open, keeping the other one tightly closed. But when I saw him between my legs using my thick pussy as his mask, I felt his tongue brush against my entrance.
His nose tickled my clit.
“Oh fuck,” I said breathlessly as my hands flew to his hair.
“I think I found me a new mask,” he muttered, the vibrations of his voice causing my pussy to tingle with glee.
His nose nuzzled my clit again.
“Jesus,” I said breathlessly as my head tilted back toward the ceiling.
“Hey, if that’s the nickname you wanna use,” he murmured before his long tongue laved against my pussy.
I didn’t dare look down at his uncovered face.
I didn’t dare breach his boundary.
But fucking hell, I wanted to see his face up close and personal.
Not just feel it.
“Ghost,” I whimpered out as his lips locked around my clit.
He hummed as he nuzzled his face deep into my cunt. I leaned forward, my hands pressing against the shower wall as I ground my hips against him. He growled as he lapped me up like a hungry dog ready for his next meal. And he was right.
My brain went blank as his tongue went to work.
