“Be interesting explaining that to the hospital,” I gasp out jokingly.
He chuckles too, and presses a kiss to my thigh, before gently easing my legs from his shoulders and back to the floor. My legs feel like jelly, and I have to lean hard against the shower wall to keep from falling down. Hulk lifts his face to the spray quickly, before looking back down at me.
We reach for each other, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss. I moan into his mouth, still tasting myself, and drowning in the taste of him. His body presses against mine, his hands going into my wet hair and tangling in the strands and pulling my head back so he can deepen the kiss. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, even as his hips grind into me.
I love how he feels against me. All this delicious muscle, and the overall feeling of him being larger than me. Any men I’ve been with in the past have been the same height or maybe an inch taller, and none of them have ever been as broad or strong as Hulk. It’s such a nice change.
He yanks his mouth from mine and grips my hips. “I can’t wait to be inside you,” he rasps, staring down at me. “I want to feel you wrapped tight around me. Fucking love the feel of being inside you.”
Oh yeah, that definitely sounds nice, but I shake my head and push him back. “Well, that will have to wait. I made a promise that I fully intend to keep.” I give him a sly smile as I kneel down, my eyes never leaving his as I wrap my hand around his cock and slowly stroke it.
His eyes are molten as they stare down at me, his jaw clenched and flexing. He leans forward, bracing his hand on the shower wall to curl his body and protect me from the spray as it sprays against his back and the wall. His other hand weaves through my hair, gently gripping the strands as I take him into my mouth. He lets out a sharp hiss, and he carefully puts pressure on the back of my head, silently asking for me to take more of him in.
I comply and take as much of him as I can, licking and sucking at him, enjoying his moans echoing off the shower walls. “Fuck yes, angel,” he grunts, carefully moving his hips in time with my mouth. “So fucking good. Love this hot, wet mouth. Can you take a little more?”
In answer, I still my head, pull my hand from his cock, and put both hands on his thighs. I look up at him, gently suckling up on his cock and let him see that I’m good with whatever he needs. It’s my turn to pleasure him, and I want him to take what he needs. He lets out a low growl, his eyes burning, and his cock spilling precum onto my tongue when I pull back just enough to swirl my tongue around the head of his cock.
“Avery,” Hulk hisses, and then he starts to fuck my mouth. I can only hold on for the ride, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever done.
He’s careful not to go so deep I choke, but the man is chasing his own pleasure as he moves faster, his eyes shutting tight as he soaks in the sensation. I try to move my tongue and tighten my mouth at the right times, but I’m not overly successful, so I finally stop and just stay still, moaning and enjoying the tight grip he has in my hair as he moves my head as he fucks my face.
Arousal burns through my veins as I stare at the pleasure moving over his face and the way his muscles strain to hold himself back. I love it when a man can just let go and take what he wants. So hot to me. My clit throbs, and I can feel fresharousal coating my core. If I wouldn’t lose my balance, I’d rub my clit at the same time, but that will have to wait.
“Fuck, that’s it, angel,” Hulk gasps out, moving faster. “Love this mouth. That’s it, suck me a little harder.” I try as best I can, and he must like it because his grip in my hair borders on painful as he tries to hold himself back. “Fucking perfect,” I moan, shifting slightly, trying to ease the ache between my thighs. I need some friction. Anything to ease it. This whole thing is so fucking good. “Can you take a little more, angel?” he asks, his voice tight and questioning as he slows his thrusts. I look up at him, unsure. He eases the grip on my hair and strokes my head gently. “Only if you want, angel. Don’t do this just for me. Breathe through your nose and open your throat. I’ll help you.”
Can I do it? Surprisingly, I really want to try. I nod slightly, keeping my eyes on his as I relax my throat as much as I can, and force myself to breathe through my nose like he instructs me. Then I push my head forward, taking more of him until I feel him touch the back of my throat. He lets out a sharp groan, but he doesn’t move, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. I gag, but I force myself to keep from panicking and breathe quickly through my nose, my throat working and flexing.
“That’s it. That’s it, angel. You’re doing so good,” he praises as I go a little more until I know I have to stop. Alright, I know my stopping point, so now to see how close to the edge I can take him. I start to move my head a little faster, making sure to take him to the back of my mouth each time, swallowing hard, and making him let out a low grunt. “Fuck, angel. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” His chant is enough to keep me going, and only drives my arousal to grow even higher.
Fuck, I’m soaked, and it has nothing to do with the previous orgasm or the water. I lift my gaze and stare at the man above me, watching me with such a feral stare that it only makes mesuck harder and faster against him. The water drips over his face, his eyes hold mine, and in them I see such desire and pleasure that it makes me feel powerful.
Suddenly, he grips the back of my head, stilling me, and he pulls himself out of my mouth. “Fuck, angel, I want to be inside you when I come, as much as I love your mouth,” he rasps as he quickly helps me to my feet, and then lifts me so I can wrap my legs around him. He presses my back against the shower wall, but then stops. “Shit,” he hisses. “I don’t have a condom in here.”
“Then go and get one and get back in here,” I order. We might be agreeing to a relationship, but I’m not ready for us to get to the point of no barriers quite yet. Thankfully, he doesn’t argue and simply sets me on my feet, presses a quick kiss to my mouth, and rushes out of the shower. I lean against the wall, my skin heated, and my pussy still slick and needy. I run my hand down to my clit, and hiss at how sensitive it is. It won’t take much for me to come. I rub it slowly, closing my eyes and relishing the sensation.
I picture Hulk leaning over me, water dripping off his face and body, braced against the shower wall. So fucking hot. Probably the hottest mental picture I’ll ever have, and definite spank bank material. I rub my clit a little faster, thinking of just how good it will feel to have him inside me, looking at me that way again. My inner walls clench at the thought, and I moan.
“Fuck, angel, I love watching you touching yourself,” Hulk rasps, making my eyes open slowly. I don’t stop what I’m doing, and instead, I open my legs further so he can watch as I continue to stroke my clit, before sliding my fingers down to my aching center. “That feel good, angel?” he rasps as he shuts the shower door behind him, condom already on, but stops and grips the base of his cock, squeezing it like he’s trying to hold himself back.
“So good,” I breathe, pressing two fingers inside myself, and shallowly thrusting them. Torturing myself. “Be better with you inside me, though,” I finish, watching him.
He doesn’t need any more invitations. He steps forward, pulls my fingers from my pussy, and lifts me back in his arms. He wastes no time lining himself up and thrusting himself deep inside me. Fuck, yes. My cry of relief fills the shower, but Hulk presses his mouth to mine as he slams in and out of me.
There’s no gentleness about this. I grip his hair, moving my body down to meet his thrusts and revelling in the way my body responds to him. At this angle, he’s hitting all the right spots, and with how worked up I am, it’s not taking long for my orgasm to build again. I yank my mouth from him and gasp, “Hulk! Please. Oh yes, please, right there. Fuck. Yes, right fucking there.” I babble a bunch more nonsense, but all I know is that whatever he’s hitting is so fucking good and I’m almost there. So close to that edge.
Our breaths come in pants as he continues to thrust in and out of me, until finally, one more hard thrust, and I fall over the edge. I scream, my body convulsing and shuddering around him, making him let out a shout of his own as he comes inside me. He pounds harder and faster, like a man possessed, and I let out a shocked cry as he sends me over the edge once more.
This orgasm is more intense, and my eyes fly open to stare into his as he watches me come apart around him again. There’s triumph there, as well as pleasure, as he continues to move me over him, letting me drag out as much of my pleasure as I can stand.
Finally, finally, it all ebbs until all I can do is gasp for breath and bury my face in his neck, holding onto him tight as I try to gain feeling back in my body. He doesn’t move other than to kiss my wet hair and press me tighter into the shower wall, his own body trembling.
“Holy shit,” I whisper when I finally can get my breath back. “We need to do that again when I won’t pass out.”
He lets out a soft laugh. “Fuck, angel, you have no idea how much I agree with that.”
I pull my head back and smile at him sloppily. He smiles back at me, and for right now, everything is okay. There are no shadows in his eyes, and while it’s probably only temporary, I’ll take it. I press a gentle kiss to his mouth, sinking into him. He’s such a good man, and I’m going to lose my heart to him. I can already tell.
I’m not there yet, but I’m on the edge.
