We showered separately, only talking ever so often.
I stepped out of the shower and dried off before I leaned against the counter and waited. When she saw me standing there, she smiled. Her body was still soaking wet when I pulled the towel that she had tucked around her. I didn’t mind, just brought her body against mine.
“B, let me ask you something.”
“What’s that?”
“These last few months, have you been with another man?” I trailed kisses from her lips to her neck as I waited for her to answer me.
“No.” She moaned.
“Why not?” I asked. I already knew the answer; I just wanted her to say it.
When she didn’t respond, I bit her neck.
“Why Breeze?” I doubled down.
“Be-because. I just didn’t want to.” She lied.
“You didn’t want to? Or is it because nobody can fuck you like me? Nobody can eat your pussy until you’re blacking out. Nobody else could have you on your knees, or call you a bitch, and it makes your pussy wet?”
Her breathing hitched.
“Q!!! Let me dry off…” she whined. I pulled her closer to me, grabbed her ass, and then put my hand around her neck. I applied slight pressure and then kissed her. The kiss went from tame to hungry in seconds.
“Nah, let me dry you off, B,” I said as I picked her up and sat her on the counter.
I pulled her to me by her thighs, and then I dove face-first into her pussy. Between her legs was one of my favorite places to be. She always smelled good and tasted better. As soon as my tongue flicked her clit, my dick got harder if that was possible, and I grabbed her thighs and held her place.
She had one hand behind her to hold herself up, and the other was palming the back of my head and scratching my scalp.
“Q! Oh, my fuckkkkkk, baby, I’m about to cum!” She panted, and I could feel her legs tightening around my head.
Her cries didn’t stop me. I didn’t ease up on her; I actually applied more pressure. I wanted to feel everything she had to give me. She said that it was the last time that I would taste her. And if I had to be honest, this time, I believed her. It was something about the look of regret in her eyes when she said it that confirmed it for me.
Slipping two fingers inside of her, I brought everything that she had been holding out. She squirted, and I ate her through it.
Her body was shaking so hard, her breathing was shallow.
“Now tell me again. Why haven’t you fucked another man?” I asked with a grin.
A smile crept on her face, she leaned forward and said, “Because I didn’t want to.”
Noted. Breeze was testing me. She loved the challenge, and I loved showing her ass that I never lose.
“Wrong answer,” I warned her as I picked her up from the counter and carried her into the bedroom.
I lay her on the bed, and she parted her legs so that I could get in between them. I entered her slowly. She let out a hiss as I parted her. I pushed her knees to her chest and fucked her, slowly.
“Play with your pussy while I fuck you, Breeze.”
Her fingers carefully circled her clit, as I slid in and out of her. I sucked her toes while I stroked her, and she was losing it underneath me. Her moans were loud as hell, and had it not been for the alcohol that I had drunk, I wouldn’t have lasted long at all.
I kept the same tempo. Breeze liked to be fucked, but my favorite response from her body was when I fucked her slow and deep. It was like I was touching a place that she never knew existed, and since this was it, I was going to make her remember this shit.
“You done talking shit to me?” I asked.
“Yessss,” she groaned as her hand sped up.
