My head moves side to side slowly as I grip her hips and spin her so she’s under the now-warm spray. “Nope.” I emphasize thep, then drop to my knees in front of her, my hands running around to her ass and squeezing. “Trust me, I didn’t get anything wrong. This is my reward.”
My mouth covers her pussy, and she cries out my name, the sound echoing in the glass enclosure. God bless large showers. And apologies to whoever is in the room next to us. Because hearing my woman come undone? Fucking hot as hell. Not a chance I’m asking her to be quiet.
“Ohhh,” she says, the one word drawn out in a long, low moan as my tongue circles her clit. I suck it into my mouth, toying with her, lapping at her. The hot water spilling down on us, the heat of her pussy under my tongue, the sound of her panting, this is heaven. I know it. Eating Lark’s pussy is nirvana.
I nibble, I suck, I lick, and I suck some more. And I can sense Lark spiraling upward toward the orgasm I want her to have. But something’s holding her back. I kiss her clit and look up her body.
“Lark. Tell me what you want.”
“Wh-what?” she pants, tilting her head down. Water falls onto my face, and I blink it away.
“You’re holding back, baby. Don’t. What do you want?”
“I…God.”
“Nope, just Dan.”
Another choked laugh, but at least I know this time, it’s not from fear.
“I don’t know why I can’t come.” Her voice is plaintive andstirs something in me, some primal, caveman, alpha instinct.
“You can and you will, Birdie. Ride my fucking face if you have to. Use me. I’m yours.”
I dive back between her legs, plunging my tongue in and out of her heat a few times before replacing it with my fingers. I hear the slap of her hand onto the wall next to us and feel the other grip my hair tightly, so tight it almost hurts. But in the best possible way.
She starts to writhe against my mouth, and I know she’s finally out of her head.
I’ll keep her that way for the rest of the night if I have my way.
Her hips start to grind in circles, and I curl my middle two fingers over, pressing my heel to her clit as I press a kiss just above. “That’s it. Let go.”
She comes with a hoarse cry, her hips quivering, hands clenching, breath gasping. I don’t stop stroking her until I feel her sag against the wall. Only then do I slowly drag my fingers out and bring them quickly to my mouth to suck off every drop before the water washes it away.
I surge up and immediately lift her in my arms. Her legs wrap around my waist as I kiss her, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She moans into my mouth, her heels digging into my ass.
“Thank you, Jesus, for catcher quads,” she says, smiling at me in between kisses. I laugh, but secretly agree with her. All that time in the gym and spent in a crouch is paying off. I gently thrust my hips against hers, bumping her into the wall. We should probably get on with the actual shower portion of the evening so I can take her to bed and fuck herproperly.
But that thought disappears when Lark sneaks a hand down between us, somehow wrapping it around my dick.
“Can you fuck me like this?” she asks in a low, sultry voice. “Are your legs strong enough to make me come against the wall of this shower?” She guides my dick to her entrance, dragging it back and forth as much as she can with how tightly pressed together we are.
I arch my brow, my jaw clenching with how hard it is not to plunge right into her. “Is that a challenge?”
She nods and I stop resisting, slowly pushing my way inside.
“Challenge accepted.”
She buries her head in my neck and I feel her lips press into my skin as I start to move, dragging part of the way out, then in again. It’s a little precarious, making sure I don’t draw too far out, to say nothing of trying to keep my balance and not send us both crashing down. But the feel of being inside of her without a condom erases any sense I might have once had.
“Shit. This… You… Fuck.” My words are a garbled mess as I try valiantly to steady my movements. But it’s too goddamn good, her heat surrounding me, squeezing me, consuming me. “Lark,” I breathe, her name a prayer on my lips. My hips stutter, and I have to adjust my grip so I can brace one hand on the wall, somehow managing to hold her up with the other arm banded around her.
I try to slow down. To make it last. But being in her bare is making me semi-feral, and there’s no chance.
“Tell me if you don’t want me to come inside of you,” I manage to grind out. Lark’s only answer is a moan and her lips smashing against mine. That pushes me over the edge and I spillinside her, jet after jet, my hips pounding her into the wall as she clenches around me like a vice. Her cries are muffled by my grunts and tangled in our kiss.
“Fuck,” I breathe when my orgasm finally ends. Our foreheads are pressed together along with the rest of our bodies. And despite my strength, I can feel my legs start to shake. Slowly, I shift my hips back, sliding out of her, and set her down, making sure she’s steady on her feet.
I kiss the top of her head, feeling my pulse slowly settle. Until she squirms a little and I look down.
