Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 138775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
Shit, the noises she was making were so damn hot. They echoed around the room and made my cock even harder.
I kept the spray of water where she had pointed it, and she took loud, gasping breaths. The pressure had to be intense, and it didn’t seem like she would be able to hold out much longer. She definitely liked this, judging by her iron grip on my wrist.
She whimpered as her breath grew even harsher. “That sounds so fucking hot,” I whispered. “Just let yourself go.”
“It’s too much.” Her voice trembled. But she still didn’t let go of my hand. She even nudged it a little to get the stream in a better position.
“You can take it until you come. And scream your head off baby, it’s just us here.”
Her moans and gasps sped up, and she finally let go of my hand as her arms and legs started to tremble. I kept the spray exactly where she’d had it and let her lean against me as her head fell back. A jolt tore through her, and she cried out, the sound very loud in the small bathroom. Her back arched, her ass pressed hard against my cock, and her breasts trembled as she came.
It was glorious. Her body writhed against mine as I struggled to keep the water pressure on her clit.
She cried out again and again. When she finally moved her hips away from the water stream, I lowered the showerhead. Her muscles gave out and I caught her before she could sink down to the bottom of the tub. I held her as she trembled.
She twisted around, clutching at my neck and burying her face against my chest as she tried to get her breathing under control. I stroked her hair, running my fingers through the lathered strands and held her to my chest.
“You have no idea how hot that sounded.”
She was still breathless, but she murmured, “It felt even better.”
“I’m glad,” I said. “I probably should rinse your hair before the water turns cold.”
She nodded, but the moment I tried to lift her hair with one hand and aim the spray with the other, she sank down to the bottom of the tub as if her legs wouldn’t hold her anymore. That gave me an idea. “You just stay there, and I’ll take care of everything,” I said.
I adjusted the stream of water again. Then I aimed it at the crown of her head, letting it flow over her hair in all directions. I made gradually widening circles as I rinsed the lather out of her dark strands. Once the hair around her head was shampoo-free, I gathered up the longer strands as if they were in a ponytail and held them while I let the water pour over them.
Tori rested her hand on my leg and at first, I thought it was for balance. Then her light touch slid upward, and I suddenly realized the positions we were in. I was standing over her. My body was angled slightly away, but there was no getting around the fact that my cock was rock hard and right at the level of her head.
I swallowed hard.
I angled my hips away, not wanting to put my cock right in her face as I got the last of the shampoo out of her hair. But her hand was still on my thigh and still trailing upwards. My muscles were tense as my mind went blank. When she reached the top of my thigh, her fingers disappeared and a second later, I felt a light touch on the underside of my cock.
Holy shit.
The touch was gentle touch, almost tentative. I glanced down and saw her looking up at me with an expression I could only describe as both nervous and completely determined.
My mind spun. A part of me couldn’t believe this was happening, another part was so turned on I could barely stand. Then she wrapped her fingers around my cock, and I forgot how to think. I put the showerhead back on its holder, afraid I might lose control and drop it on her.
The hot water drummed against my shoulders, running in rivulets down my chest, but I hardly noticed. All I could focus on was her warm touch.
When she first took me between her lips, my vision went hazy for a second. I let out a ragged exhale that I hoped wasn’t too loud. Her mouth provided an amazing, warm pressure and my groan bounced around the tile walls, the sound of my own heartbeat thudding in my ears.
Tori was being bold, but also careful, like she wanted to make sure she wasn’t accidentally hurting me. And like she was reading every shift of my body to figure out what felt best.
I braced a hand against the tile, trying to keep my balance. Heat coiled low in my stomach, and the simple, logical part of my brain was long gone. Every nerve in my body fired at once. I couldn’t stop the sounds that escaped my lips. And I couldn’t help calling her name as I placed a hand on the side of her head.