Pride spreads through me, leaving me warm and wanting him as he positions himself in front of me. I pour lube on him, on my hands, on him again. Never enough lube.
Slick and shiny, I massage around his entrance and slide my finger inside him, intending only to go as deep as one digit like before. But the lube is so thick and he’s so relaxed, that I slide a bit deeper and he makes a sound low in his throat.
I move back and forth slowly, continuing to massage around his entrance with my other hand, as he relaxes for me. Stretching him, I add a second finger. The vibrator is so small that it’s not wider than my two fingers together, but I keep going, stretchinghim more, creating a pyramid with my fingers by adding one more until he’s more than ready.
Pulling out slowly, I coat the vibrator with even more lube and press it against his opening. He groans again, bracing both forearms on the shower wall, dropping his chin to his chest.
“I’ve got you,” I say, just like he always tells me when I need to hear it most.
He starts stroking his cock, and as I push the vibrator just inside of him, he sucks in a breath. His rhythm gets faster and faster. “Right there,” he breathes.
I oblige, maintaining my pace, my depth, then use my mouth, tonguing his balls as I move the vibrator just in and out of him.
“FUCK.” He presses his forehead against his forearm on the shower wall, stroking his cock faster and faster. “Sophie, holy fuck. Don’t stop, baby. Please.”
“Sí, padrone,” I murmur against his skin.
His whole body seizes, and then he releases hard, coming all over the wall, all over his hand, dripping down his cock and his thighs. Holy wow! I lap up every drop of his cum that spills within reach eagerly, fingering my clit.
Vin is shaking as he turns slowly, staring down at me with wild eyes. “Fuck, princess. My fucking queen.” He watches me rub my clit, his eyes desirous, wild. “So fucking beautiful. You are so. Fucking. Beautiful.”
I can barely breathe.
He gets on the shower floor with me, spreading my thighs wide, watching me touch myself. “Keep doing that,regina mia. Don’t stop.”
He slides one finger inside my wet pussy, then a second, then a third. I scream his name, closing my eyes and throwing my head back. My legs naturally fall open wider, but he doesn’t chuckle or call me his little cum slut like he usually does. Instead he fucks me slow and hard almost reverently. I can feel the weight of his stare on me even with my eyes closed.
I’m so close to coming again, I stop breathing.
Without warning, he pulls his fingers out of me, and hooks his elbows behind my knees and lifts me in one motion. My eyes fly open as I shriek and grab his hair for balance as he slams my back against the shower wall as he stands. His mouth is level with my pussy, and he looks up at me from between my thighs as I gasp for breath.
Then he’s on me, devouring me, eating my pussy hard and fast, biting my clit, then pushing his tongue inside my entrance. I scream as he tongue fucks me, every nerve in my body awake and alive.
“Vin, I’m so close. Oh my gosh! That feels… That feels… Vin!”
And then I’m coming, the orgasm crashing in waves through me, impossibly harder than the last time, harder than both times put together. I’m gone, my body wracked, as I come, not even realizing until I open my eyes that he’s allowed my body to slide down the wet shower wall, my pussy grinding down his chest and stomach.
I’m breathing hard, my gaze locked on his, tremors of myorgasm still ripping through me as he lines himself up with my entrance. I grip his shoulders. His elbows are hooked under my knees, pressing my thighs open wide. Then he pushes inside me.
“VIN!”
His cock stretches me wide, on the verge of painful, as he fills me, triggering a fresh wave so strong my pussy grips his cock and won’t relax. It feels like every muscle in my body is contracting, and Vin groans in my ear.
“Okay?” His voice is rough.
“Yes,” I breathe. “More.”
He gives me more. More heat emanating off his chest, more of his mouth on my throat, more rising and falling orgasmic waves that never crest but just keep rolling over me, compounding, pulling me under.
I grip his shoulders hard enough to leave marks as he groans “Fuuuuuccccckkk yes.”
I don’t even realize my eyes are closing until he growls, “Look at me, Sophia. I want you’re eyes on me when you come on my cock.”
His thrusts are hard and deep but with long painful pauses between each that have me writhing against him.
“That’s right, princess. Squeeze that cock with your tight pussy.”
I grip him like he tells me too, and my eyes almost close at how good he feels but I fight to keep them open and on him. “Yes…. Daddy.”
