She leans against the glass for a long stretch, gasping and whimpering from aftershocks of her orgasm. My cock aches. I want nothing more than to drive into her right now, but not yet.
I get to my feet, licking her taste from my lips. She catches me in her net with neediness flooding her gaze. With a rumble, I cage her against the wall and kiss her, slow and dirty. I can feel her heartbeat thundering in time with my own, the heat of her skin bleeding into mine. Steam surrounds us and the rush of water drowns out our ragged breaths.
Pulling back, I rasp against her lips. “Do you taste yourself on my tongue?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
The hypnotic mood lingers, blanketing us as we rinse off and leave the shower. Blair follows me into my room.
My erection hasn’t faded and if she’s in here, she’s accepting that we’re not done.
Letting the towel drop, I sit on the edge of the bed. Blair hovers near the door, clutching her towel.
“Come over here.”
She shuffles over, unlike her usual light-footed grace.
“Drop the towel.”
It falls to the floor in a rustle of fabric.
I spread my knees to give her room. “Kneel.”
Blair’s throat moves with her gulp. The order takes her longer, but after a minute she gets on her knees between my legs. She tilts her head up, looking at me with big eyes, star-speckled cheeks, and full lips begging to fit around my cock. Fuck, that’s a gorgeous sight.
I run a thumb along her lips, pulling on them. “Open.”
Blair inhales and opens for me.
A growl leaves me as heat spears into my gut. I press into her mouth, gripping her jaw. Blair tentatively touches her tongue to my thumb, then sucks.
“Fuck, angel.” I can only imagine the fire filling my eyes as our gazes lock. “Yes. Keep that up.”
I stroke my cock, watching her mouth intently as she takes my thumb deeper, growing more confident.
“You look so good on your knees with that pretty little mouth on me.”
My impending orgasm is rushing up like a surging tide, sweeping me away the closer I get to the edge. Blair’s tongue curls around my thumb, exploring, tasting. Fuck. My grip tightens on my dick.
“Is that how you’d suck my cock?”
The heat builds when Blair looks up. She releases my thumb with a pop. I grunt as my fist flies over my shaft.
Blair grows bold. Tucking her wet hair back, she opens that fucking mouth again and closes it over the tip of my cock. A feral groan tears from me as her tongue swirls on the crown. I cup the back of her head and thrust deeper. She makes a startled sound, but adjusts to accommodate my cock filling her mouth.
“Oh, fuck, baby. Like that, god, suck my cock.”
She peeks up at me through those inky lashes. A hint of power fills her eyes. Heaven and hell, it’s a sexy look. My little thief is getting off on having my pleasure under her control while I’ve got her on her knees with her mouth on my cock.
I don’t last much longer. The sight of those damn lips on my dick is too much. White-hot pleasure takes over.
With a groan, I come, hand tangling in her hair.
I hunch over her, leaning an elbow on my thigh so I don’t topple over from lightheadedness. She sucked my soul out through my dick and left me on cloud fucking nine.
“Jesus,” I murmur.