She swallows and nods.
“Open your legs for me, firecracker.”
She does as she’s told, allowing the water to hit more of her sensitive flesh.
“Now spread those plump pussy lips. Let me see that little pink button.” I fixate on the dark dusting of hair there as her fingers glide over her seam and spread her folds.
A moan slips free as the water pulses against her clit, her head drops back against the tiles, and she’s never looked more beautiful.
I drop to my knees as if worshipping at her altar. My firecracker, my goddess. Mine.
My lips press against her exposed clit.
Her legs tremble.
Closing my eyes, I commit this moment to memory, breathing her in, my fingers dancing across her soapy skin. Inside, I’m an inferno ready to explode. She’s everything I imagined and more. This beautiful firecracker spread open, ready for me to light her up and set her world on fire.
I discard the shower hose in the tray as I grab hold of her thick thighs while my tongue licks her sensitive bud.
“Oh.” She sucks in a breath. “Flint.”
I lick again, circling my tongue around her bundle of nerves, loving how she jerks uncontrollably.
“I forget to breathe when you do that.”
“Baby, I’m just getting started.” I throw her leg over my shoulder and bury my face between her soft thighs, latching on to her clit and sucking.
More moans rain down from above, her hips rotate, grinding against my face, her fingers running through my wet hair. She’s delirious with pleasure, and I want to give her more. I want to give this girl everything.
I slip my finger inside her dripping pussy, loving how she grips me there. The thought of her gripping my cock in the same way has me leaking pre-cum. I need inside her, but not before I’ve made her see stars.
“Chief. Oh. Yes. Flint. Fuck.”
I smile against her clit. “I always wondered what sounds you’d make.” I add another digit, stretching her pussy and seeking the spot that’ll send her wild.
Her legs shake. “Flint, my legs are like jelly. I don’t think I can stand.”
“I got you.” With her back flush with the shower wall, I hoist her other leg onto my shoulder while I continue to pleasure her. “You taste better than any fantasy I’ve ever had. I can’t stop tasting you here.”
“Don’t stop, Flint. I don’t ever want you to stop. It feels too good.” Her fists tighten in my hair as if she’s holding on for her life. “It’s… oh, fuck. It’s like you know exactly where to touch me and what to do.”
I should. I thought about it enough.
“Oh, Flint.” She moans again, and each panting breath, each moan I wring from her body, sets off a groan of my own, vibrating against her clit.
With two fingers buried inside her, I slide my other hand between her ass cheeks, stroking the valley there.
Her cheeks clench when I find her tight little bud. She sucks in a breath. “Flint?”
I gaze up at her face, pure pleasure mixed with fear, but I can’t stop the mischievous grin widening as I massage her forbidden hole. “Let it go, sweetheart.” I don’t enter her there. Not tonight, but gently stroke her while fingering her pussy and sucking on her clit.
She cries out, the scream bouncing off the tiled walls, her entire body shaking as I hold her on my shoulders. Nails dig into my scalp, and I could come from feeling her fall apart. But the way she grips my fingers reminds me I need to be inside her. But not before she’s finished riding the wave of her orgasm.
A gush of warmth coats my fingers, and I greedily lick at her entrance, lapping up her arousal.
She’s still moaning, panting and catching her breath, sagging against the wall as if she’s boneless, and I’m hard as fucking steel, desperate for my turn.
When her pussy stops clenching and is nothing more than aftershocks, I lift her leg from my shoulder and set it on the shower floor, then her other one as I rise, keeping her pressed against me, and turn off the shower.
