KAI
Alright.
There is a blowjob. And there istheblowjob from the girl that you are head over heels for. She could be worse than a blowup doll, and you would still come in seconds. There is something magical about the touch of the girl you desperately want.
I stare at Callie and don’t want to let her go. I want to make this special. But how the fuck do you make a shower encounter special?
She did so well. So eager. So gentle.
“You were perfect, baby girl,” I murmur.
The longer I kiss her, the harder I get again.
But I’m not letting her go. Tomorrow, this island might sink, and the world might go up in smoke. I want all of it to disappear. Because suddenly, this shitty outside shower stall is the sexiest place I’ve ever been.
I want her. I want to know that when she leaves these twenty square feet, she will think about this moment over and over again.
I break away from her sweet mouth, right away wanting to come back to it. But I have other plans.
I push her back gently until the back of her knees hit the wooden shower bench.
“Sit down,” I order softly.
She obeys.
I love how willing she is, naked and beautiful, her tanned skin glistening with water drops. Her blue eyes stare up at me with want. Her breasts beg to be in my mouth. And it’s only a matter of minutes until her pussy begs for the same.
“Open your legs,” I say, towering over her as my cock stands to attention being so close to her.
Callie Mays and I are naked together. Again. The second time can’t be just pure luck, can it?
She obeys, spreading her legs just a bit.
“More,” I command.
And she spreads them even wider, her pink pussy on full display for me.
I grab my erection in my hand and stroke it softly as I study her for a moment. And then, slowly, I go down onto my knees in front of her.
She doesn’t take her eyes away from mine. Those beautiful blue abysses are gazing at me, and if it wasn’t for something else I wanted, I would have stood on my knees before her and gazed at her for eternity.
I don’t stop stroking my cock as my hand reaches toward her pussy and strokes it gently.
She flinches. Her rosy lips part in a tiny gasp.
“Do you like when I touch you, petal?” I ask.
“Yes,” she exhales softly.
I part her pussy lips and slide my fingers back and forth across her slit.
She shifts her hips a little.
“Lean back on your hands,” I order.
She does. Now she’ll be able to roll her hips—in a moment I will make her whimper. I lower my head and give her pussy one long swipe with my tongue.
She exhales loudly.