She stares at me with a trembling lower lip and shakes her head.
“Please tell me you get yourself off.” My tone is almost mocking, but I don’t mean for it to be. This girl cannot bethatinnocent.
“With my hand,” she says as she looks away.
“So you’ve never used any kind of toy?” I ask.
She shakes her head once more, and I remove the showerhead from her hand. I grab her wrists and pin them above her head. She struggles within my grasp, her back arching as she tries to pull away. I put my knee between her legs and spread them.
“Stay open for me,” I tell her. I keep both wrists encased in one hand as I run the showerhead down her body once more and aim it at the soft mound of hair between her legs. Her eyes clench shut, and I let her keep them closed.
I palm the back of the showerhead and slip deeper between her legs. The moment the stream parts her lips and washes over her clit, she lurches forward, nearly ripping her hands from my grasp.
“How does that feel, sweet bunny?” I ask as I hold the pressure between her legs. Every so often I stroke her with the stream, moving it in a small circle.
“It feels good,” she whispers. A moan leaves her lips, and she bucks her hips forward.
“Keep your hands against that wall.” I release her and wrap my hand around my cock. I stroke myself to her grinding against the showerhead. I focus on my head as she moans and whimpers. “Open your eyes,” I command. I want to see her looking up at me. I want to see the pleasure lighting her eyes on fire.
She does, but she doesn’t look me in the face. Hey eyes drop to my hand on my cock. With a deep, passionate kiss, I stroke my dick against her lower stomach and keep the water aimed at her clit. Her hips curl against me and she moans, getting me too close. I stop myself before I come, taking my hand away from my dick for a moment.
I lift my fingers to her face and trace her jaw. “You have the sweetest face, bunny. Do you know what I want to do to you?”
She shakes her head and swallows.
“I want to paint your skin with my come.” My fingers graze her chin and cheeks. “Did your husband ever come on your face?”
She shakes her head. “No.” The word comes out with a frustrated buck of her hips.
“Would you let me?” I ask.
I expect an instant no—it’s probably too demeaning for a girl like her—but she surprises me with a slow, unsure nod. Her building orgasm must have made her more pliable.
“Tell me with your words, bunny. You know I like to hear it.”
She moans and her thighs tremble. “I want you to come on my face, Lex.”
The way she says my name at the end makes me twitch against her stomach. I want that so goddamn bad, and hearing her ask is nearly enough to make me come without touching myself.
“Come, sweet bunny,” I tell her as I stroke myself again.
She leans back against the wall and closes her eyes. She drops her hands, and as much as I want to scold her for it, they land on my shoulders, digging her pleasure into me through her fingertips. I allow it because I need to feel it too.
“Talk to me. Tell me how it feels.”
Selena digs her fingers deeper as she bucks her hips. “I’m gonna come, Lexington,” she moans.
I hate my full name...except when she says it.
“Come for me so I can put you on your knees, sweet bunny.”
I rub my cock, fighting the urge to come as her body ripples with her orgasm. She trembles, screaming out in pleasure and grabbing my hand to pull the showerhead away as she gets too sensitive. I keep my hand there, letting the water wash over her spasming clit.
“Stop,” she begs.
I lean in and kiss her. “Ride it out to the end,” I groan against her mouth.
And she does. Like the good girl she is, she rides out the earthquakes of pleasure ripping through her. She rides out the pain as I keep the pressure on her clit after she comes.