Lifting her from the counter, I carry her over to the shower and place her gently on the ground as the water rains over us. I push her hair from her face and then her eyes open, peering up at me with such awe that it makes my fucking heart twist in my chest.
“God, you’re really good at that.”
I drag my nose up the column of her throat. “You are so fucking sexy when you come.”
She reaches down between us and begins stroking my cock. “Now it’s your turn.”
Dropping to her knees, she pushes her hair back from her face and licks her lips, bringing the tip of my cock to her mouth before swirling her tongue around it. “I want to taste you.”
“Jesus, Vienna.” I lift her chin with two of my fingers. “You look so fucking good on your knees.” She takes my length in her mouth as far as she can go, gagging as she releases me and repeats the move. “Fuck, just like that, baby.” Over and over, she sucks me in hard, swirling her tongue around my tip and then pulling me back out. “You keep doing that, and I’m gonna come down your throat.”
“Yes, Rhonan,” she murmurs just loud enough for me to hear her over the water, taking me back in her mouth while pumping my length at the same time.
Jesus Christ. My mind is about to explode watching this woman worship my cock. It’s making me realize why sex is so good with her—trust and yearning.
She trusts me and we both want each other so badly that being with her brings new meaning to the word desperation.
“Touch your clit while you suck me off,” I say, wanting to watch her fall apart as she makes me lose my ever-loving mind. She reaches between her legs and her fingers begin to dance over her clit as I cup her jaw, stroking her with my thumb as she continues to bob up anddown. “That’s a good fucking girl. Now swallow my cock and take every last drop of my cum.”
Vienna’s mouth grows hotter and wetter around me, her suction growing tighter as her hand moves in between her thighs and I feel that familiar tingle at the base of my spine. After a few more moments, I feel that first spurt of cum leave my body and I groan, my sounds now echoing off the shower walls as Vienna hums around my cock and swallows every last drop.
When she releases me from her mouth, her chest is heaving. I stare down at her and notice that she’s still rubbing her clit. “Fuck, did you come?”
“I was close, but I wanted you to finish.”
I lift her from the floor and cup her jaw again. “Your pleasure always comes before mine. Do you understand me?” Her eyes widen as she nods. “Good. Now turn around, prop your foot on the ledge, and let me finish you off.” Reaching behind me, I grab the removable showerhead from the wall and position it right between her legs. I slide my other hand down her backside until I find her entrance, and slowly push my fingers inside of her, moving the showerhead against her clit and pumping my fingers at the same time.
Her hands fly to the wall in front of her. “Oh God, Rhonan. More…”
I pump harder and flick the switch on the side of the showerhead, making the stream more intense. “Is that what you need?”
“Yes.” She leans her head back against my shoulder and I fuck her with my fingers while letting the showerhead do its work. Her legs start to shake, and then her moan is long and drawn out as she comes all over my hand. “Fuck…yes…” I pump my fingers harder until her body goes slack, dropping the showerhead to catch her so she doesn’t fall.
“Oh my God.”
I kiss her right beneath her ear. “Fuck, Vienna…” Glancing to the side, I find her shampoo. “Time to clean you up.”
“I can do it…”
I press a finger to her lips. “Let me.”
And so she does. I clean us both up, holding my lips together so I can’t let out all of the thoughts swirling around in my mind until I can make sense of them—because if there’s one thing I’m acutely aware of now, it’s that this woman makes me think and want things I haven’t in years.
But until I can firmly decide what that means, these uncertainties need to be kept to myself.
***
By the time we get out of the shower, it’s way past ten o’clock, so we say a quick goodbye and I retreat back to my house.
I just didn’t expect to run into Joanne in the kitchen when I returned.
“Wh—what are you doing up?” I ask her breathlessly.
She lifts her glass of water to her lips, a smug smile resting there. “Funny. I could ask you the same thing.”
“I—I just went for a walk.”
Glancing to the clock on the microwave, she directs her gaze back to me and says, “At almost eleven o’clock at night?”
