Turning back to face her, I spread my arms wide. “Do your worst,” I tell her.
She grins and pushes on my chest, moving me backward until the backs of my legs hit the shower bench. “Sit.”
“Yes, ma’am.” She drops to her knees, and my dick throbs with need.
“Hands on the bench,” she instructs. She takes it a step further and places my hands exactly where she wants them on the edge of the bench.
I can’t take my eyes off her as her tongue peeks out past her full, plump lips and traces the tip of my dick. I open my mouth to tell her how good it feels when she takes me in her mouth. “Fuck, I wasn’t ready,” I pant, as the feeling of her wet hot mouth surrounding me crashes into me.
She releases me with an audible pop and looks me in the eye. “I want you to come. Tell me what you like so I can make that happen.”
“You, Kenna.” I lift my hand, and she shakes her head and points to the bench. “I need to touch you.”
“No. You need to tell me what you like. What feels good so I can do that. To you,” she adds.
“I already told you. It’s you, baby. When it’s the love of your life kneeling before you with your cock in her mouth, that’s pretty much all it takes.” Her eyes soften, and she nods just before she takes me back into her mouth.
My hands grip the bench so hard I’m not certain that I’m not leaving marks in the stone. I want to close my eyes and just feel, but the sight of her head bobbing up and down on my dick is something I can’t look away from. She’s working me with her hands and her mouth, and I feel the telltale sign of tingles racing up and down my spine.
She stares up at me with those big brown eyes, her mouth full of my cock, and gives a subtle shake of her head. “Kenna, I-I’m close,” I say, barely holding on. Letting go of the bench, I tap her shoulder to get her attention. What she does next has me shooting my load down her throat, with her name falling from my lips.
She takes everything I give her before releasing me and wiping her mouth with the back of her arm. The warm water of the shower is still on, filling the room with steam. Pulling her into my lap, I kiss her with everything I am. I kiss her over and over, not giving a fuck that she just had my dick in her mouth. When I finally get feeling back in my legs, I stand and place her on the bench, dropping to my knees before her.
“That was for you,” she says, pushing my hair out of my eyes.
“And this is for you.” I put pressure on her thighs, spread her legs apart, and close my mouth over her clit. I eat at her like she’s my last meal. Almost instantly, her hands burrow in my hair, and she’s calling out my name. I don’t move my mouth until her legs stop quivering, and she loosens her grip.
“Wow,” she breathes.
“Wow is right,” I say, standing.
“No, I mean that—” She points to my hard dick.
“Yeah, I’m not done with you.” Stepping out of the shower, I grab a condom, and I’m back, sheathed and lifting her from the bench. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I slide inside her. “Perfect fit,” I say, pressing her back against the shower wall.
“Show me.”
“My pleasure.” I pull back and slam home over and over and over again. I need her to come because I’m ready to, and I refuse to go again without her. Moving to the bench, I sit. “Spin around,” I tell her.
Doing as I ask, she turns her back to me and slides her pussy over my cock. “Oh.” She exhales.
“Come back to me,” I say, and she doesn’t hesitate to lean her back against my chest. Reaching around her, my hand finds her clit, and I stroke her while lifting my hips, giving her all of me.
“Rip, that’s… so good,” she puffs.
“Come for me, Kenna. I can’t hold on any longer. Your pussy is going crazy. I need you to come for me.”
“Faster,” she pants.
I abandon her clit and place my hands on her hips. I lift her up and slam her back down over and over again. Her pussy convulses; she’s close.
“There. Right. There,” she says, tilting her head back.
Two more thrusts and I feel her coming, and I allow myself to spill over inside her. My entire body is spent but in the best possible way. We manage to clean up and dry off before falling into bed exhausted.
Chapter 26
McKenna
“Dawson Law Firm, this is McKenna,” I say into the receiver.