She loves… my cock.
I groan when she takes it into her hand, her fingertips unable to meet her thumb as she encircles it.
She’s excited by the girth, wondering if she can take it, if it’ll hurt.
She’s astounded by the length… making me feel pretty fucking great about myself.
She’s mesmerized by the precum that leaves the very tip, and she runs her thumb back and forth across the head, making me lock my knees so I don’t fall to them.
She’s curious about the ridge just beneath the crown, as if she’s never felt a circumcised cock in her hand before.
And then she’s lowering… lowering to her knees, and I think she’s just wanting to explore my legs, but she never lets go of my cock. And then she’s leaning forward, her face closing in on the tip she holds parallel with her mouth. And I have to stop her. I must stop her. I don’t want to, but I can’t let her—
“Wait.” My voice is desperate. Hoarse. And she looks up at me from her knees. My cock looking obscene in her little hand. But her eyes. God her eyes are an ocean during a hurricane. She wants me. She wants me in her mouth so badly. “Lean back just a second, baby,” I order gently, and she listens. She follows my soft command so perfectly. And I reach out to the dial and change the rain shower to the waterfall setting, the water forming a wall between us so I can’t see her face, but I feel her hand, still holding my cock as I quickly rinse all the body wash from my skin. And she twists her hand along my shaft, making my knees buckle and a growl of need burst out of me before I catch myself and stand strong once again.
She clears the body wash from my taut flesh, then I switch the dial back to rain shower once more.
She looks at me in question. You ready now? her eyes ask.
Fuck yes, mine respond.
And then my crown is between those plump fucking lips, and I feel her tongue trace along the ridge like her fingers had. Exploring, discovering, and by the little moan in the back of her throat, liking what she’s uncovered and claiming it as hers.
She sucks me deeper, and my hand goes to the back of her hair. “Mm-mm,” she denies, shaking her head but never pulling my dick from her mouth. I take the hint and remove my hand, moving it around to the front instead to cup her cheek, feeling it go hollow in my palm as she sucks harder and looks up at me.
Like this? her eyes prompt.
“Just like that,” I encourage.
Am I doing good? they pray.
“So fucking good, goddess,” I praise, and she closes her eyes in relief and takes me to the back of her throat.
“Fuuuck,” I groan, and her eyes snap open once more. But not in worry. There’s no fear in them that she did something bad. She heard it clear in the deep rumble that left me that it’s so fucking perfect what she’s doing to me. No, it’s arousal in her eyes. She likes it when I’m verbal.
Fucking. Noted.
“God, your mouth feels so perfect,” I tell her, my thumb stroking her cheek, and she swallows around me. The vision of her looking up at me goes blurry for a second as my soul leaves my body, and then I’m back, letting out a moan that echoes throughout the huge shower. “Fucking hell, baby. You’re… fuck… so good. Such a good girl,” I tell her, and she whimpers, her eyebrows lifting together in the middle as her eyes close, but not before I see the look of relieved bliss in her pupils.
That’s what she’s wanting.
That’s what she craves.
She wants verbal praise. Undeniable, spoken appreciation. Fucking words of affirmation, like she always craves, her love language she needs above all others. Of course.
She starts working her hand along with her mouth after that, sucking my dick like she was born to do it. And the entire time, I’m telling her how good it is, how perfect she sucks my cock, how she’s going to get me off like no one ever has before. And over and over again, I’m calling her my good girl, my goddess, and each time she hears it, she doubles her efforts.
“Fuck, Astrid. You have to stop. You’re going to make me come, goddess, and there’s so much more I want to do with you,” I whisper, but she tightens her grip and looks up at me.
Just try to fucking stop me, her eyes challenge.
And there must be a reason. There has to be a reason she needs to make me come this way, while she’s sucking me off so good, like I’ve never been sucked before. But I can’t think of it right now. I can’t dissect and figure it out right now, because she’s too fucking good at this. How is she so fucking good at this? Why is she so… goddamn… good at this?