“Come for me. Show me how fucking beautiful you are when you come.” His voice is husky with need, sounding so damn sexy. The constant spray, the sound of his voice, his touch on me—they all combine to push me over the edge, and I explode in his arms.
My whole body goes tight and my toes curl as I press into his powerful chest. His arm is like rock, holding me up while I squirm, coming like a freight train. There’s a keening sound, and it takes a couple of moments before I realize that it’s me. It echoes off the walls, throwing the primal sound of my orgasm right back at me.
It’s not until I begin to squeal and laugh as the tingling sensations become too much that he pulls the showerhead away. I let out a sigh of relief and go completely limp, his grip the only thing that keeps me from collapsing on the floor. Holy crap, that was intense.
“Warm enough yet?” He’s still rock hard against me. I don’t trust my voice, so I just nod, making him chuckle. “Good. I can only wait so long.”
He drops the showerhead and it hits the floor with a loud clunk, spraying hot water wildly. Turning me around, he presses me up against the shower wall and mashes his lips against mine. His kiss is eager and possessive, claiming me while his hands boldly explore my body. His large cock is hard against my stomach, and unable to help myself, I slip my hands down to grip him, to feel his heat between my fingers.
The deep groan he makes when I touch him stokes the fire inside me. I stroke his length, sliding my hands up and down him, loving the silky smoothness of his skin. “I want you in me.” The words slip out before I know what I’m saying. “No, wait.” I look up at him as earnestly as I can, fearing rejection. “I want to try something.” He looks at me curiously as I slide down to my knees. I glance up again to make sure I have his attention. “I’ve never done this before, so you’ll have to show me, okay?”
He swells in my hand while he watches me, eyes bright and full lips parted. “Fucking hell, Angie. You’re so perfect I almost don’t care if it’s real.”
It hurts that he still doesn’t trust me, but I push it aside for now. I don’t trust him either, but I want this anyway. Licking my lips, I eye his cock with trepidation. I’m not even sure I can get my lips around it, but I’m going to try. I take him in, but just barely, stretching my jaw until it burns. Touching the underside with my tongue, I taste him for the first time. I explore his texture, sliding over his bumps and ridges. Somehow this feels dirtier than sex, even here in the shower.
He threads his hand through my hair and grips so tightly that it hurts a little. I look up with just my eyes and I’m a little scared by the intensity of his gaze. Then he pushes the back of my head, forcing me to take him deeper.
Oh God, I don’t know what I’m doing. He bumps into the back of my mouth, and I struggle to keep my gag reflex under control. I brace against his thighs, trying to control the depth and he doesn’t force the issue.
Instead, he uses his grip to teach me a rhythm, showing me how to move to make him feel good. For once, he’s not making crude comments or trying to get a rise out of me. He’s too busy moaning, the sound deep and sexy. His eyes are closed, so I can’t help slipping a hand down between my legs. I’m soaked, and it’s not from the shower.
His breathing comes faster, emphasized by sharp gasps. He thrusts, fucking my mouth while I tease him with my tongue. “Shit... I’m almost there, babe.” Looking down at me hotly, he makes me blush when I realize he’s watching me play with myself. His eyes are half-hooded with lust, and even his trademark smirk is gone as he tenses up.
I appreciate his warning, but if I’m going to do this, I’m doing it right. So instead of pulling off, I tighten my lips and swirl my tongue against him. Closing my eyes, I wait for it, not knowing exactly what to expect.
He lets out a deep groan and his thighs flex as he stiffens and swells. He comes hard, filling my mouth thickly before I swallow it down.
The shower wall rattles as he steadies himself, breathing heavily. I look up, and for the first time in the light of day, I see him without his mask on, his eyes closed and his face slack and vulnerable. When we had sex on our wedding night, it was too dark and I was too caught up in the moment to notice. I like it. It’s like seeing into parts of him that he normally hides away.
I’m not sure when the right point is to stop, so I keep sucking. He twitches and laughs softly, obviously sensitive and maybe a little ticklish. As he softens, I discover I can take more of him in, and I do, exploring him with my tongue and lips.