“Fuck. I want to fill you up so badly right now.” I drop my head to her shoulder, continuing to curl my fingers inside her. “I’ve never been so jealous of my fucking fingers before.” I grit out, almost ripping the drawer off the hinges as I open it. Nothing.
I’m panting along with her, trying to bring her to her orgasm, my desire and need for her beginning to override every other thought.
My head is on a swivel, looking everywhere for a stray condom that might be hidden.
“I’m on the pill.”
My limbs go heavy as the blood rushes through my body. I look at her through the mirror, noticing how wide my eyes are.
Hers aren’t though. They’re dark and sure. She stops moving against my hand and bends forward, propping herself up on the mirror, and nods her head, reassuring me.
I look from my cock, fully upright against my stomach, to her ass, which she's shifting closer to me. I swipe the head of my cock through her already soaked center and grind down on my molars. Breathing slowly out of my nose, I press inonly an inch, but it feels like my entire body is engulfed by her.
“Oh fuck.” Nothing could have prepared me for how good taking her bare would feel. I pull out slowly, not wanting to go too fast and have this be over before it even starts, but the slower I go, the harder it is to fight my self-control.
I rock in and out of her, picking up the pace and lifting her hips until she's balancing on the tips of her toes, allowing me to sink in as deeply as possible. I look away from where I’m driving into her, only to catch the way her tits bounce up and down, andfuck,thats not any better for my self control. She looks up to the ceiling, her hair falling down her back like a waterfall as she screams my name. I might have only ever felt this through a condom, but I’ll never forget the feeling. Her tight cunt pulses, squeezing around me, and I know she's about to come.
I pull out, and she screams in frustration. I spin her around, needing to see her face when I fuck her like this. Without missing a beat, I fill her right back up, and she grips my cock. Even if I wanted to pull out now, she wouldn't let me. I hook one of her legs around my waist, and the unfiltered moan she makes tells me I’ve hit a new spot. I kiss her again, soaking up all of her cries for myself, and she’s right there again.
This time, I pull back just enough to watch her come undone. Her perfect little cunt squeezes me until I think I’m going to black out, but I focus on the fire in my core as it flexes. I’m swallowed by her warmth when I bottom out, and I lose my breath as I come inside her. The feeling, mixed with the thought that I’m the one filling her up right now, makes me possessive and feral.
I close my eyes, kissing the top of her head as I slowly pull out. Her inner thighs drip with a mix of our come. I could get hard again off of that image alone. I drag my middle twofingers up her inner thighs, coating them in our arousal, and she shudders when I push both fingers inside her.
The tile walls are cool, despite the small bathroom filling up with steam. I pour the liquid body wash into my palm and lather it up before running my hands softly over her body. I follow the plains of her shoulders, wash down her arms, over her back, and massage gently when I come back up to her breasts. I take my time, wanting to memorize her body by heart. I drop down to a knee and scrub my hands down her thighs and calves, gently across her center before doing the other leg. I stand, getting the globes of her ass on my way.
It’s not sexual, but it’s intimate.
“Sav?”
She looks up at me, eyes brighter than I’ve ever seen them. “Yeah?”
“I don’t want to hide this anymore.”
My heart rate kicks up a beat when she doesn’t immediately respond. My senses are heightened to the point where I can hear every drop of water as it rains down and hits the floor. I open my mouth to—I don’t know? Reassure her? Convince her?
“Okay.”
I exhale the breath I had been suffocating on but keep my eyes trained on her.
“Okay?”
She lays her hands on my chest and her polished nails dig in slightly. I push back her black, soaked hair, turning her to lean back against the wall. She smiles while nodding her head.
“Yeah, Golden Boy. Okay.”
After toweling her off and covering her in my sweats, I drag Savannah into my lap as I sit at the end of the bed.
“What are you thinking?” She asks while combing herfingers through the top of my hair. “I can see those wheels turning.” She taps my forehead, causing me to smile.
“I’m just wondering how you plan on telling your dad.”
“Well, I don’t suggest we go dancing around his office naked.”
I bark out a laugh.
“But, I’ll tell him on Thursday when we have dinner.”
“I don’t want to push you. If you’re not ready… I’m fine staying in the shadows,” I lie, but she claims my lips, shutting me up and taking away some of those worries.
