Her lips part, but I pull the water away from her core and quickly turn her to face the glass shower wall, beyond grateful that the designer convinced me that paying the extra cost for demisting glass was worth it. Once I have her turned around, I place a hand on her back and move her forward until I can see the reflection of her tits pressed against the glass in the mirror on the wall.
Repositioning the showerhead between her thighs, I move it until she jerks and lets out a low moan, letting me know I’ve found the right angle. The image in the mirror is just as obscene as I imagined it would be. Her large breasts are pressed against the glass, her hands splayed out on either side of them while her face cycles through a range of emotions until it lands on need.
“There we go, Princess. Are you close?” I purr.
“I-I…” she stutters.
“Let me help,” I coo, dipping my free hand down and opening her pussy lips up so the water lands directly on her clit.
“Oh…Sir,” she gasps, her knees trying to buckle as the unrelenting pulse of water starts to do its job.
“There we go,” I drawl. “To get nice and clean, you need to come hard enough to squeeze out all of the cum I filled you with. So I don’t want you to come until you’re desperate.”
“I am desperate,” she rasps breathily.
“Not yet, you’re not. But you will be. I’ll tell you when it’s time.”
“What?” she questions.
“You heard me, Princess. I’ll tell you when you’re ready to come hard enough. If you don’t come hard enough, we’ll have to start all over again, and I’ll bet your clit is starting to feel almost as swollen and hot as your perfect nipples, isn’t it?”
“I’m ready,” she pants a little desperately already.
“Not yet, Princess. You’ll wait for me, won’t you? You’ll wait until I tell you it’s time, won’t you, Lemon?”
“I don’t think I can,” she admits.
“You can, Princess, because you agreed to do as I say, and I haven’t told you that it’s time yet.”
“I…”
Her words trail off as I start to move the showerhead, slowly rocking it and changing the trajectory of the water so it pulses first against her clit, then into her pussy in a slow wave.
“Sir,” she whines.
“Wait, Lemon. Wait until I tell you,” I coax, rocking the showerhead up and down as she starts to move with it, riding the stream like it’s a solid entity, not simply water.
Holding her pussy open against the onslaught, I move the spray so most of it is aimed at her clit, listening to her breathing catch as I roll the water in pulsing waves against her until her desperate words become a begging mantra.
“Sir, Sir, Sir, Sir, Sir.”
“There we go, Princess. I think you’re ready. Let’s see if you can come hard enough,” I praise, twisting the lever on the side of the showerhead until the water is focused into a powerful torrent from the center of the wand.
Lemon’s body bends almost double as she comes on a scream that echoes around the room, bouncing off the tiles that seem to amplify the sound. With the water hitting her clit without reprieve, she cries out again and again until I push the lever and the pressure lessens.
Sagging against me, her hands struggle to find purchase on the slippery wet glass, so I slip the hand that has been holding her pussy open up her body, banding my arm around her waist to make sure she doesn’t fall.
“Beautiful,” I rasp against her ear, holding her naked body against mine.
“Oh. My. God,” she finally pants.
“You did so well, Princess. Can you stand so I can check you’re clean enough?” I ask, smiling to myself.
“Yes,” she says, locking her knees and dragging her limp body upright as she grinds her full ass against my hard cock.
Carefully loosening my arm from around her waist, I make sure that her legs are steady before I let go, slipping my hand down her ass and between her thighs. Pushing into her with a single finger, I make a show of slipping it in and out of her several times. “Perfect and clean,” I declare. “Bend over, spread your legs, and keep your hands flat against the glass,” I tell her.
“What?” she questions, twisting to look at me over her shoulder.