I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think about anything but showering with her inImolaearlier this week. How tight her asshole had been around my finger at the same time her cunt gripped my cock.
I needed to fucking rein it in, but all I could focus on was how radiant and soft she was. Everything I’d ever wanted.
“Can I get…” She paused, smirking when she saw me still standing there, holding the towel and toiletries like a fucking idiot. “Conditioner, too? I know there’s no way a man with hair like yours doesn’t have at least three brands.”
I nodded dumbly and held out the three small bottles I’d brought for her. She opened the door just a little wider to grab them. “Merci,” she said sweetly, and then I saw her.Backlitand perfect, her breasts, the slope of her hip, the curve of her stomach, all slick with water. One second. That’s all it took.
My dick twitched so hard in my pants I nearly dropped the towels. A groan ripped out of me before I could stop it.
“Jesus Christ,” I muttered under my breath.I’m only a man, for fuck’s sake,I left unsaid.
“Are you okay?” she asked, voice filled with far too much knowing as she turned to set the bottles on the alcove in the shower. I saweverything. The pink of her nipples and the bite marks I’d left on her days ago still faintly visible across her hips, her chest, her stomach.
Pure fucking torture.
“Goddammit.” I squeezed my eyes shut, breathing through the pressure in my chest—and between my legs. “I’m trying to be respectful of your space, but Christ,Aurélie… let me in. Please.”
She tilted her head, contemplating. “Fine. But no touching,” she said. “You said it yourself—not tonight.”
I stripped before she finished the sentence. She disappeared back into the shower, and I followed as if it was a goddamn siren’s call. The second I stepped into the steam, it clung to my skin like raw need. I barely slid the door shut before I finally saw her fully. Water rolled down her spine, over the curve of her ass, between her thighs. She didn’t face me right away. Just kept washing her hair, arms raised, body arching like a fucking vision. I stood frozen, my cock pulsing, barely able to suck in a breath. Then she turned, and the hazel in her eyes was nearly swallowed by her pupils.
Fucking hell.
“On your knees,” she said, and her sweet little accent made those three words sound dark and commanding.
I dropped like I was born to. All the control I usually had? Gone, useless, meaningless. Iwantedto give it to her, to let her take everything from me and do whatever she pleased. Ikneeledbefore her like she was something holy. Water splashed onto my thighs, cool tile beneath me, the weight of her presence above. She stepped forward, chest rising and falling, the water running between her legs—right where I wanted to be. My mouth was already watering.
Auréliehummed, tracing a finger down my cheekbone and then under my chin to tip my face up. “Stay right here and watch.” She turned back to the water, working conditioner into her hair, then washed her body. Mesmerized, I kept my hands behind my back and watched every drop slide over her skin. My cock was already aching, hard and leaking against my stomach from the anticipation alone, and she hadn’t even touched me.
“You’re being so good,” she said softly, and the praise had me barreling toward an orgasm that should embarrass me, but only made me want her more.
I groaned again. “Please,” I rasped. “Let me taste you.”
She didn’t answer, just stepped forward and braced one hand on the wall above me, the other resting lightly on my head.“Only your mouth,” she said. “No hands or cock. And you don’t get to come until I do.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I whispered, and I knew I would do anything for this woman,beanything for this woman. I wanted to be good for her, wanted to earn her, show her what she deserved.
Her breath caught. I didn’t even wait for another word. I leaned toward her, and she widened her stance. I licked her from bottom to top, slow and thorough, savoring every slick drop that wasn’t water. She gasped, lifting one leg over my shoulder.
I gripped her ass with both hands to keep her steady, water slapping against my back as she rolled her hips into my mouth. Then I fuckingdevouredher. I held her thighs, worshiped herclit and pussy with every stroke of my tongue. The shower sprayed around us, the steam rising, her moans echoing off the tile.
“That’s it,moncœur.” She gasped, body shaking in my grip. “Just like that. Such a good boy for me.”
Fuck.
I groaned, and her moans grew louder, sharper. She was soaking me—steam, sweat, her—every inch of me drenched in her. She started riding my face,fuckingmy mouth, grinding against my tongue like she was made to, and I let her. Controlled her with my tongue while she controlled everything else.
I was drunk on her. Couldn’t stop moaning. Couldn’t stop sucking her clit like it was my goddamn oxygen.
She shattered against me with a cry that echoed off the tile, her nails clawing at the wall, fingers tightening in my hair. Her thigh clamped around my head. I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I chased every aftershock, tasted every drop.
“Callum.” It was a gasp. A sob. Aclaim.
And I nearly fucking came.
I pulled back, panting, resting my head against her hip as the water poured over us both. I needed a second. Maybe a goddamn miracle.
But she wasn’t done with me. She crouched down, kissed me hard, tongue sliding into my mouth, and I wanted to tell her that her arousal on my tongue wasmineto keep, but the way she kissed me left my head reeling.
