Okay, I didn’t try.
A raw groan tore from me as she pumped her hand up and down my wet length. My head swam. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the pleasure cascading through me at her touch.
Continuing to hand-fuck my cock, she soaped up my balls, kneading them gentling before rinsing them off.
I groaned again, the sound turning to a choppy breath as she lowered herself to her knees and closed her mouth over my dick.
Fuck. Me.
Her mouth slid up and down, sucking with exquisite pressure as she cupped and kneaded my balls with one hand and explored my ass cheeks with the other.
I could have emptied myself into her mouth there and then. It was so good.
Instead, I ground my teeth and, with a low growl, pulled her back up to her feet.
“When I come,” I said, smoothing her wet hair back from her forehead, the shower streaming over my back and neck, “I want it to be deep inside your sweet, tight pussy, babe.”
Her pupils dilated. “Then let’s get out of the shower and—”
We got out of the shower.
I scooped her up before she could grab a towel, carried her out of the bathroom dripping and laughing, and threw her onto the bed.
I spread her thighs wide with my hands and found her clit with my tongue. Licked her until she came, screaming my name, and then licked her again until she exploded a second time.
I lost myself to her taste, her heat, her pleasure.
Body thrumming, cock an aching rod, I lifted my head from between her legs and slowly crawled up her splayed body. Her nipples called to me. I spent long moments sucking the water from first one and then the other, rolling my tongue against them until she clawed at my shoulders. “Lucas…” she moaned.
I knew what she wanted.
With a final suck on one nipple, I slid my hips between her thighs. The head of my cock nudged her wet folds. Parted them.
“I love you, Ronnie,” I whispered.
Her eyes found mine. “I live for you, Lucas,” she whispered back.
I rolled my hips and buried myself into her.
After long moments of powerful, steady thrusts, I did exactly what I said I would. I emptied myself inside her.
Pumped my seed into her. Filled her.
Her inner muscles squeezed my length, milking it of every last drop as she came with me.
Until, spent, exhausted, and sated, I slowed to a halt. Supporting my upper body’s weight on my elbows, I cupped her face with my palms, my length still embedded within her.
“What do you think,” I murmured, reveling in the play of pleasure still on her beautiful face, “about sailing around the world for a year? You, me, and Groot?”
Opening her eyes, she regarded me silently. Motionless.
I swallowed, heart wild, throat thick.
Shit, what if she didn’t want—
“As long as we buy a yacht with a nursery,” she said.
I blinked.