Page 142 of Silent Shadows

“Uh, yes?” As if that’s even a question worth asking.

Her hands find my hard cock and she smiles. What can I say? I’m naked and wet with a gorgeous woman in front of me. I’m only human.

Goosebumps pepper my skin as she strokes me. Standing on her tiptoes, she leans up to capture my lips in a wet kiss. Our tongues slide together as she keeps pumping my length. She turns us so my back is toward the water spray, then she plants kisses from my neck to my collarbone, from my chest to my stomach, and I look down to see her drop to her knees.

I hold my breath, preparing to mentally list the locations of the last ten reported ghost sightings to keep myself from coming in the next five seconds.

Daisy licks precum off the head of my cock before taking me in her mouth. It’s hot and wet and perfect as she slides her mouth on and off of me, one hand holding tight at my base. She squeezes, looking up and meeting my gaze with a smirk.

“Fuck, Daisy,” I hiss, hand weaving into her hair to move her back onto my cock.

She runs her tongue over my tip, swirling around me as she brings me to the back of her throat. My dick twitches, and I need to steady myself with one hand on the shower wall. A groan escapes me before I can stop it, and the way Daisy takes me deeper makes it impossible to be sorry.

“You taste so good, Miles,” she says, popping off me. Then she takes me again, flicking her tongue along the underside of my head, up-and-down and side-to-side, and she moans, the vibration sending shivers up my spine. Daisy reaches up with her free hand and runs her nails down my chest. I throw my head back as the sensations bring me closer. My breathing picks up.

“Daisy, I’m gonna⁠—”

She pops off my cock again. “Will you come on me?” she asks, eyes heavy.

Holy fuck. My eyes go wide as she stares up at me, still stroking me. This woman is unknowingly feeding every desire I’ve ever been too embarrassed or too shy to ask for.

I nod enthusiastically, and she smiles, bringing me back into her mouth and bobbing. A few more flicks of her tongue almost send me over the edge, and I’m pulling her off me by her hair.

She releases me, and I grab my dick, squeezing the tip just how I finish myself when I’m alone. She watches me, entranced. Her hands are on her breasts, rubbing and pinching her nipples. I grunt and spill my come all over her perfect tits, chest heaving as I still hold myself up against the tiled wall. Daisy rubs my release into her skin, taking a finger and popping it into her mouth. Her eyes roll back as she sucks it. I watch her in a daze, utterly obsessed with her in the most elemental way.

I reach down and pull her up, capturing her mouth. I can still taste me on her tongue, and it makes me groan. Daisy moans in response, sliding her tongue over my bottom lip. My arms wrap around her, pulling her sticky body close to mine as the water washes me off of her.

I’m delirious from hot steam and desire. Daisy stands there flushed and damp and looking wrecked in that vulnerable, hungry way that makes my chest feel too full. My hands roam her body, caressing in the warm water. I cup her center with my palm, then run a finger through her slick heat. She’s so wet and warm. Her hair sticks stubbornly to her shoulders, and I brush it aside to suck at her neck. My thumb rubs circles on her clit, and she melts into me.

Before I can overthink it, I reach for the handheld showerhead again.

She blinks at me.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking care of you, remember?” I say, because apparently my mouth stopped consulting my brain twenty minutes ago.

Daisy lifts one brow.

“I’ll allow it,” she says, and I hook a hand under one of her knees, opening her up so the spray from the showerhead reaches her core.

Daisy jerks as the water hits her clit just right, murmuring curses into my shoulder. Her hips start to rock against the water, and her arms wrap around my neck, holding herself up. I change the pressure on the nozzle, and she cries out, teeth biting into me where her head rests against my chest.

The noises she’s making are enough to make me ready to go another round, blood rushing to my cock.

As if she can hear my thoughts, Daisy unwraps one of her arms and reaches down to stroke me again. Her touch sends shivers up my spine.

Instead of my incredibly sensitive dick, I focus on the water, on making Daisy feel good. I move the showerhead back and forth across her center, listening to the sweet sound of her whimpers each time the water hits her bundle of nerves. Daisy bites her lip, eyes screwed shut, as she writhes under the water pressure.

Her grip on my cock tightens as she climbs towards her own release. I want nothing more than to feel her wet pussy grip me instead.

“Fuck it,” I say, hastily putting the showerhead back up above us and spinning Daisy around so her front is pressed against the tiles. She whines at the loss of the hot water, garbled curses falling from her mouth.

I palm her ass, kneading my hands into her cheeks. I wouldn’t have considered myself an ass man, but I sure as hell am a Daisy man. She arches her back, pushing her ass into me and gasps when she feels my hard length against her.

“I could spend all day looking at you like this, Daisy. I want to split you in two,” I groan as I rub her wet back.

With one hand pushing down on her lower back, I reach around with the other and find her clit again, rubbing slow, small circles.