“I would shoot my cum on the shower wall, imagining it was your face. Your lips, your cheeks.”
My tongue lapped around his length and flicked against the tip, feeling each line, each vein along every inch of his cock. He tasted so fucking good, and I sucked him hard and deep, moaning with pleasure and desire as he filled my mouth.
I could smell the scent of his skin, masculine and manly, lust bursting from his pores. His breathing became labored, his one hand in my hair keeping my head still, and the other around the base of his cock as he thrust his hips, creating his own rhythm as he fucked my mouth. I had no control, ordered to stay in the position he had forced me in—and I loved it. My body was ignited with submission while he was regal with dominance, taking what he wanted from me—a selfish act that fueled my own desire.
As he moved faster at a pace that suited him, all I could do was get high on his fucking taste. Spit coated his cock and dripped from my mouth, his hand heavy and strong behind my head, clutching my curls tighter and tighter every time he hit the back of my throat.
My pussy ached to be touched, to be filled, but all I could do was try and clench my thighs, needing the pressure. His pace made it challenging to keep still, my knees burning against the bottom of the porcelain tub. The more I whimpered, the faster and deeper he went, eventually forcing my head to match his rhythm.
It was too much, and I could no longer keep still, the water splashing around me and over the rim of the tub onto the floor. I could barely fucking breathe as he pressed my face flush against his body, pushing deep. But I didn’t want him to stop not giving a fuck if he suffocated me. All I cared about was him and his pleasure, needing him to come.
“You ready to swallow every drop of my cum, baby girl?”
I nodded and glanced up just in time to watch his eyes darken; a low thrum of moans tore from his throat, his body shuddering as he came. I swallowed as he spurted his cum down my throat, but it was too much and came too fast, spilling down the sides of my mouth.
I was high on his taste, on the smell of sex and cum blended with the scent of lemongrass bath oil. Finally releasing his fingers from my hair, he wiped my mouth with his thumb as I looked up at him. “Noah,” I started to beg, my body aching and trembling, needing release, or I’d fucking snap in half.
“Stay still, keep your hips up.”
I moaned and whimpered, tears prickling the corners of my eyes as he went to stand behind me. With his thumb and forefinger, he spread my pussy lips, and I arched my back.
“You’re practically coming already.” He touched my clit, and I cried out, my knees shaking when he thrust two fingers into me. “Come on my fingers,” he demanded, brushing his other palm along my naked thigh, slipping his thumb down my ass, creating more sensation than my body was able to handle. His fingers pumped in and out of me, bubbles and water splashing around me. A scream tore through me as I came, hardly able to keep holding on to the rim as my body burst with pleasure. Every muscle trembled; my lips parted with panting breaths.
Noah kissed against the hollow of my back, waiting for my pussy to stop pulsating around his fingers—making sure I felt every last bit of euphoria.
I leaned down with my forehead against the bathtub rim; my body spent as I tried to catch my breath, wincing when he pulled his fingers out of me.
“That’s my baby girl,” he murmured, and I opened my eyes when he crouched down in front of me, placing his fingers by his nose and inhaling before slipping it into his mouth, a guttural sound coming from his throat. “Absolute fucking perfection.”