With a dry mouth, still processing the length and girth of him, she obliged and he got right to work. Part of her felt like a child as he washed her hair, but the other, much stronger part, relished his touch and care. His hands were gentle; no doubt this wasn’t the first time he’d washed long hair on a woman, since his movements weren’t jerky and awkward.
Once he finished, he dropped the showerhead so it hung, and wrung out her hair, placing it over one shoulder and off her back. “Stand now, nice and slow.”
With his hand on her arm, he assisted her, and the world spun as the blood left her head to rush back into her body. After she steadied, he pumped soap into his hands from the soap bottle and lathered her up. His hands skimmed her intimate places and cleaned them thoroughly, though not in a sexual manner. What he’d said about simply bathing her was true, and she loved that about him, how solid his word was.
However, as his erection rested against her side, guilt consumed her. How many times had he gotten her off, and now he was being the sweetest man ever. Turning to him as he finished washing the soap off her belly, she said, “Sir, if you’d like, we can . . .”
One sleek brow arched. “Fuck?”
“Yes, sir,” she managed.
His smile was as gentle as his touches, as was his voice. “While I love that you have it in your heart to release the state I’m in, I’m fine, doll.” He gestured toward the bench at the back of the stall. “Go and sit there while I shower.”
Not taking her eyes off him, she set her bottom down on the cold tile and watched as he shampooed his head, lathering all those muscles with soap. The man looked incredible out of water, but dripping wet . . . Her mouth went dry.
Her attention drifted lower. His erection looked sore, so tight the veins along the side bulged. It only increased her guilt. Steven had been led with his dick—an erection meant the need to come—and she appreciated Dmitri’s control.
He turned his back to her to wash his face and Presley noticed two thin long white marks on his back, and she wondered what had caused those scars. As he faced her again, her thoughts became only about this man.
He finished with a final scrub of his hair, put the showerhead back in its holder, and she got another view of his thick cock. She l
icked her lips, intrigued by what he’d taste like, how he’d feel in her mouth, and how he’d look lost in his own pleasure.
With his shoulders drenched by the water, causing droplets to run down his chest to his six-pack, he was enticingly gorgeous. Standing from her spot on the bench, she whispered, “Sir,” then she approached him.
She stared up into his face, and he arched a curious brow down at her. While at first she acted out of guilt, she realized that wasn’t her real motive. He looked uncomfortable. She didn’t like that. Yes, she was grateful for all he’d done for her, but her desire now was simply to have that beautiful cock in her mouth. She wanted to make him feel good, just as he’d made her feel good.
Trailing her hands over his thighs, she lowered to her knees, and the hard tiles were warm beneath her. She angled her head back, and sinful eyes peered down at her. “Sir, may I pleasure you?”
His eyebrows drew together, a sweet edge warmed his features, and he brushed his knuckles over her cheek. “I’m pleased to see you think of me, Presley.” His touch feathered over her bottom lip, and his stare held there a moment before he glanced into her eyes. “How can I deny a woman looking at me like that?” His head tilted down, and he grinned devilishly. “If you want to suck my cock, doll, I won’t refuse you.”
With a smile, she looked toward the mighty erection in front of her face, and she wrapped her hand around him, as much as she could. Leaning forward, she licked up his length, and his guttural groan encouraged her.
As she licked up the veins bulging on the side, the dampness from the shower helped her tongue carve a spectacular path up his shaft. She swirled her tongue along the tip of his cock to draw in the salty liquid, and she moaned in delight.
Using her mouth and her tongue, she familiarized herself with his penis, inhaling his musky scent, and he hummed low as she traveled. She located each vein, memorized every part of him, and discovered the ridges of the head and how soft the skin was there.
The need to prove herself worthy of his domination captivated her, and after she ran her tongue up his shaft, she drew the tip of his cock head past her lips and sucked hard. He thrust his hips forward, throwing his head back on a delicious growl.
She bobbed just there, working her hand up and down his thick shaft in a slow movement to pull at his desires. He wrapped his hands loosely in her hair, and she took him all the way into her throat, sucking in her cheeks around him. He grunted as his hold tightened.
Slowly and utterly cruel, she pulled her lips back, and he allowed her the right to explore him. Up and down she moved, caressing his cock, curving her tongue around him while her hand followed.
His groans deepened, his fingers tightening and refusing her movement, and she glanced up at him. Molten eyes pinned her to the spot, and Lord, did she burn with an equal intensity. He never offered an order with his voice, but she heard it nonetheless.
Do not move.
She waited, merely watched him, and didn’t release him from her mouth, providing a warm wet space for him to rest in. He cupped her face, widened his stance, and inhaled sharply before he pumped into her. Not hard thrusts, to make this difficult, but a fast quick shift of his hips. It became clear that he had allowed her to have some fun with him. Now he dominated the pleasure he took from her, and she relaxed her jaw for him.
The man above her, thrusting into her mouth, was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. Intense, like usual, but more deeply focused. He didn’t simply enjoy her caresses; he used her mouth to make himself come for his own needs.
Within a few more thrusts, his muscles tightened and he grunted, so deep and seductive that heat pooled low in her stomach. He tightened his hands around her head, yanked himself out from between her lips, and gave her a stare that more than sizzled, it crackled with lust. “You have a choice: mouth or breasts?”
“Mouth, sir.”
He grinned, dark and delicious, slipping himself back between her lips. “Tighten. Ah, yeah, that’s right.” He thrust and moved in haste, and she curled her tongue around his thick shaft, closing her eyes as she lost herself in the pleasure she gave to him.
“Eyes to me.”