I suck on her clit gently, and she moans.
“You like that?” I ask, then take her clit between my lips and tug at it gently.
How did I not like doing this to anyone before?
I cup her ass with both hands and raise my eyes at her as I tug at her clit again. Her unfocused gaze drops down to meet mine, then slides down to her pussy, watching me lick and tug at her clit, then meets my eyes again. I can see the arousal in her eyes that widen and hungrily eat up the sight. She is a voyeur. I like it. I love pleasing her, watching her fall apart slowly. It’s more erotic than anything else.
She leans with her back onto the bamboo shower wall, opening her legs wider for me.
I want to finger her but I can’t. I want to fuck her, but it’s off-limits. But the one spot further down is not. So I keep licking her as my one finger runs along her slit, gathering the moisture, and slides further down between her butt cheeks to find her back entrance and starts massaging it gently.
“Kai,” she whispers, lifting her hips to avoid it.
“Easy, baby girl. Let me do this. You’ll like it.”
And holy hell she does!
As soon as my finger starts massaging her back entrance, she starts breathing heavily. Her back arches, and she rolls her hips at me.
“Good?” I ask as I watch her.
She starts moaning.
“Shhh,” I warn her. And when I resume lapping at her little pussy, she starts shuddering, trembling under my tongue so beautifully that I feel like I will come too.
I don’t.
But she does.
Her hands grab the edge of the bench.
Her toes dig into the floor.
Her hips rise, pushing her pussy into my mouth. I lap at her wetness, wanting to take a bath in it. My tongue is doing a mad dance on her pink flesh.
And then she whimpers, trying not to be loud.
And comes.
And comes.
She tilts her face up, her mouth open in a silent moan like she sees God. Her body goes rigid. And I keep licking and sucking on her clit and circling it until I feel her body soften up.
“Kai,” she whispers softly.
I stop and hold my breath, knowing that this very moment, I am still on her mind.
I watch her as I plant little kisses on her pussy, calming her. Her chest rises and falls heavily, her breasts perky and moving in sync. I want to play with them, and that’s next on my agenda because I want to keep her in this shower as long as I can.
I want her to open her eyes and meet mine. And when she does, I give her pussy a gentle kiss, smiling as I shift upward.
No, it’s not the color of sunset—it’s a scarlet blush that colors her cheeks. Or a post-climax flush. Whatever it is—it’s me. I used to get hard, thinking about her blushing.
And I am sure as hell hard now, kissing her my way up her her body to her cheeks.
Her beautiful eyes are some wild green color as the blue mixes with the pink-orange of the sky. I cup her face and kiss her so she can taste herself on my lips.
I am as hard as a rock again.