He then reaches for the showerhead, rinsing the suds off both of us. The water glides over my thighs, stomach and breasts. He’s thorough, maddeningly so, enjoying the foreplay.
When he’s done, he turns off the water and leans in, his lips curving into a small smile against my skin. He presses a slow kiss to my shoulder, then one beneath my ear.
“Ready for round two?” His gravelly voice curls low in my belly.
“Always.”
After we dry ourselves off, he puts his mask back on while I add a coat of the perfect sultry red to my lips. It’s bold and unapologetic. My confidence skyrockets with it.
“Well, fuck. Now I can’t stop thinking about that color all over my dick,” he groans.
“Then we should probably do something about that.”
I drop to my knees slowly, like I’m putting on a show. His breath stutters. “Fuck, sweetness, you don’t have to do that.”
“Don’t you want my mouth around you? Taking you as deep as I can?”
His jaw slackens. “I would love nothing more.”
“Then let me.”
I trail my fingers up his muscular tattooed thighs, my nails dragging ever so slightly over his skin. Every muscle in his legstightens under my touch, struggling to hold it together. I brush gently against his massive hard-on, and his hips twitch in response.
“Be careful. Otherwise, you’re going to make me finish real soon,” he warns unsteadily.
I press my mouth to the inside of his thigh, kissing a trail higher until I’m an inch away from where he wants me the most. I’m not in a hurry. No, I’m going to enjoy this and all the power I currently possess over him. It’s my turn to show him who’s boss.
“You think you can wait a bit longer?” I ask, my voice a playful tease.
His breath hitches. “I’m not sure how much longer I can hold off.”
I take the tip in my mouth, letting the heat of it envelop him. Then I slowly circle my tongue while licking the precum from the top like honey. His hands fly to my wig, gripping it tightly, and I feel the sting in my scalp.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his voice strained. “This is…your mouth is…fucking perfect.”
I draw back unhurriedly, letting him feel every inch of my attention. I love the way he responds to me, his body tensing and shaking under his disappearing restraint.
“You don’t need to hold back,” I murmur against him and slide his cock between my lips. “Use me.”
His fingers tighten in my hair as he groans again. “Fuck, I really want to fuck your mouth and make it mine forever.”
I open my mouth wider, showing him that I’m giving him complete control. Total surrender. The mask might cover mostof his face, but there’s nothing hidden in his dark eyes. They burn with the need for more.
Licking the tip, I swirl my tongue deliberately over it. And just like that, his control snaps, and he rocks his hips at a punishing pace. He’s way too big to fit all the way in, but he tries his best, and I gag on his length.
“Look at me. I want to see those beautiful eyes while I wreck you,” he pants. “You drive me insane, you know that?”
I only nod, my mouth full of him. It doesn’t take long until my lipstick is smeared along his thick length, making such a pretty mess. My mascara might be rolling down my cheeks with how much my eyes water, but I don’t care. He’s unraveling for me.
“Where do you want me, sweetness?” he barely gets out between me licking and sucking him.
A whispered “mouth” is the only permission he needs. He lets go of my hair and the warm cum hits my tongue. I swallow every last salty drop without breaking eye contact. His body shudders with the release as I hold him steady through it.
When he finally exhales deeply, it’s long and rough. Like he’d been holding his breath the entire time.
“I remember you promising me something.” I tease, breaking the silence after his orgasm.
His cocky smirk is back. “Oh, trust me, I remember it all too well.”
