Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 58727 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58727 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
So I don’t push her to do anything. She wants a drink, I get her a drink. She wants a shower, I turn the hot water on. That’s it.
I want nothing from her. I want to give.
But when she wants me to touch her, to give her pleasure so she forgets, I will do that too. Not because my dick is hard and I know how perfectly tight and wet her pussy is. How I can get lost in her…
No. I want her to get lost in me. She’s seeking solace in my hands. In my body. I’m the only one who can do this for her.
It’s my privilege.
I’ll see it done. Even if I don’t come, if I have blue balls for the rest of the night, I’ll see her sated and her mind empty.
When I nod, she steps into the shower and her body is surrounded by swirling steam.
I strip as she watches, and then she holds out her wet hand for me. I close the door behind me and join her beneath the spray, turning us so my back blocks the water. Grabbing her a bar of soap, I rub it between my palms to work up a thick lather.
We don’t say anything as I clean every inch of her silky skin. Shoulders. Arms. Back. Breasts. Belly. I drop to my knees and wash her legs, and them I move up to her pussy.
My touch is careful but I can’t help but be possessive. Every curve of her is mine and I revel in her beauty.
One small hand settles on my shoulder. Her breathing picks up and she shudders slightly. The water pounds my back, drips down my face as I look up at her.
She doesn’t say anything, only nods. The water reaches her now and the suds are rinsed free.
With a hand at her hip, I press her back against the tile and then lift a foot up onto the back lip of her tub. This opens her up and my hand on her steadies her.
Leaning in, I nudge her core first with the tip of my nose and then my tongue, lapping up the water and her wetness.
She tangles her fingers in my hair, tugging.
“Miles,” she moans.
Her sweetness coats my tongue and I make it my mission, my goal, to get her off. My name is a plea. A beg.
She wants to come. Needs to come.
I’ll use every bit of skill I possess to give it to her. I won’t give it to her swiftly though. Perhaps it’s what I should do, give her the release she craves. But she wants to forget as well. Bringing her to the brink of release and then retreating will clear her mind.
Make her think of nothing but the chance of an orgasm.
“Miles!” she shouts. This time, it’s more desperate. Frantic.
I look up at her again. She’s squirming against my face. Her hands are squeezing and clenching. Her head’s thrown back, her breasts upturned.
Now’s when she’ll come. The first time.
I slide a finger into her slick heat and then out, searching for just the right spot. When she makes a mewling sound and her pussy clenches down, I know I’ve found it.
I suck on her hard little clit as I curl my finger, my free hand cupping her ass and keeping her right where I want her. I’m relentless now. Pushing and pushing until she has no choice but to break. To come all over my hand. My mouth.
Her scream echoes off the tile and is the perfect sound.
My dick is so hard, my balls ache. Pre-come that seeps from the slit is washed away. The spray actually hurts. But none of that matters.
“Again,” I growl.
She shakes her head. “I can’t,” she whimpers, but her body tells a different story.
My finger’s still inside her and at my command, she clenches again.
I flick my tongue out against her swollen clit.
“Oh my God.” Her back curls inward, as if she’s bringing herself closer to the pleasure.
It doesn’t take much to push her over once more, her body so sensitive already.
She wilts into my hand and I stand, wrap my arms around her as she shakes and moans.
I turn off the water, grab a towel from outside the shower, and rub her dry. Only then do we step out and I wrap a second one around my waist.
She’s pliant and sleepy, her eyes barely open.
“Don’t fall asleep on me now, sweetheart. I’m not done with you yet.”
She doesn’t say anything as I lead her to her bed, yank the covers back so they’re out of the way, and settle her in the center. Crawling on top of her, I kiss her. I know she can taste herself on my tongue and she moans.
I lick any missed drops of water off her dewy skin, working my way down her neck, over her collarbones, to her breasts. I treasure one and then the other until she’s writhing and moaning once again.