“Are you all right with me touching you like this?” I whispered.
He rested his forehead on the wall and groaned.
It was nice to know that I had such a dramatic effect on him, and I gave him a slow stroke in thanks before I pumped him faster, tightening my fingers around the tip with every pass.
With my other hand, I turned the water on low, and that enabled me to hear the curse he ground out. His own hands slapped against the tiles in front of him as I systematically tore down his walls just like he did with me.
His hips started to rock, jerking forward to follow the path of my fist, fucking me back, taking the pleasure I was offering and enjoying it—well, if his moans were anything to go by, he was definitely loving what I was doing to him.
My lips curved against the smooth skin of his shoulder as he spat, “What you fucking do to me, Star.” His tone was angry but the words weren’t.
I could tell the difference.
“I want to please you, Conor,” I crooned, my confidence brimming at an all-time high. Feeling myself getting wet, I whispered, “Do you like that?”
“You know I do,” he groaned, his head tipping back. “Nobody else I’d let touch me like this.”
Pleased with his answer, I sped up. Clamping around him while I reached down and grabbed his balls. Rolling them in my fist, I encouraged him to climax. I milked his shaft when he hissed out a curse as his cum pelted the wall, washed away by the gentle spray.
Shocks jolted through his body, making him jerk in my hold, and I finished off with a soft kiss to the center of his back.
A rumbling sound escaped him, one of purring satisfaction that had my pussy clamping down around nothing.
That was when he shifted the narrative.
When he made it so that I was no longer in control.
The water abruptly shut off a second before he twisted around so that our fronts were plastered together.
As I dealt with the fallout from that collision, one where his fading erection bobbed against my belly, where my tits pressed into his muscled chest, he took advantage of my dazedness and stalked forward, gently but inexorably pushing me along until I reached the back wall.
Eyes wide, I stared at him, recognized the replete satisfaction in his expression, and sighed when he gently tugged me down until I landed on the bench there.
When his eyes lit up with a smile that soothed my soul, he dropped to his knees and I watched as he slid both his palms along the outer length of my thighs.
“Are you going to let me taste you, Star?”
I licked my lips. “That wasn’t what this was about.” I didn’t entirely know what it was about, in all fairness, but I hadn’t expected anything in return.
His smile morphed, turned sharp. “No? Don’t you want to feel my lips on your pussy, Star?”
Gulping, I let my eyes lower to that sinful, wicked mouth that was quirking into a deeper grin at my prolonged study of it.
“I-I think we should catch some rest. We have a busy day tomorrow.”
“I’m never too busy for this,” he chided, gently parting my feet and shuffling forward so his knees could settle between them. My inner thighs clamped down so they didn’t spread, and he arched a brow at the sight. “Don’t you want to go to sleep on a high?”
My nostrils flared at the question.
Yes. Yes, I fucking did.
“No fingers,” I rasped.
His eyes narrowed at the request, but he nodded. “Can I spread your legs with my hands?”
“Yes, just…” I swallowed, knowing it didn’t make sense, but stuff didn’t need to make sense for it to be a trigger.
“I won’t finger fuck you,” he promised, seeming to sense that was the source of my unease.