angle and direction. There were handles as well as hooks for restraints that opened up all sorts of fun possibilities for water play. As he sat Zoe on one of the pedestal benches so he could adjust the temperature, a thousand images of what he wanted to do in here flashed through his mind.
Most of which would have to wait. He thought back to what she’d told him last night. She wanted him to take her physical virginity for her birthday. Next Saturday. He looked at her sitting on that marble pedestal with her raven hair tousled and her skin flushed and pink. She had her tiny feet planted on the floor in front of her, with her knees demurely closed while her mouthwatering breasts trembled as she waited. This was going to be the longest week of his life.
With the temperature set and only the showerheads he wanted to use primed, he stepped away from the control panel. The water cascaded over them when he came to stand in front of her. His height, and the pedestal, had her at eye level with his still-throbbing cock and he thought there were some things he’d at least be able to enjoy this week.
“Sub,” he said, stroking a finger along her cheek. “Put your hand on my cock.”
She did with a little hum of pleasure, and he echoed the sound as that dainty hand gripped tight and made a slow journey up and down its length.
“Mmm, that’s good,” he praised. “Now, use your other hand and cup my sac. Not too hard. A little firmer—there that’s nice. Now, squeeze just a little and roll ‘em around some. Yeah, that’s the way.” He let his head fall back for a moment and enjoyed the simple pleasure of a sub’s delicate touch.
“Now,” he said, opening his eyes and watching her. “I want you to lick it. First just the head.”
Her eyes popped wide and he smiled with grim passion when she gulped and licked her lips.
“Go on, darlin’.” His breath backed up in his lungs when her pink tongue slipped out and she leaned forward the scant inches separating them. His groan was deep, and reverberated off the tile at the first touch of that sweet flesh on his straining cock. She lapped him like an ice-cream cone, and without being told she made sure she covered every bit of the mushroom-shaped top.
“God, that’s good, baby.” His hand sifted through her wet hair and he tucked a lock behind her ear before adding, “Okay, now open your mouth and suck on it. Holy fuck, that’s— fuck . Yeah, baby, just like that.” She was sucking so hard her cheeks were hollowing out and her tongue kept fluttering along the ultrasensitive bundle of nerves just below the head. “Oh, darlin’, you are going to be so good at this. Christ that’s good. Now, shit, now hmm, take a little more. Yeah. Don’t stop with your hands, and—there like that.” Her mouth was heaven. She was getting the hang of it and her motions got quicker—hungrier. She tightened her grip on his cock and he moved her hand from his sac before she got too carried away. She pleased him down to the ground when she immediately added that hand to what she was doing to his shaft. Her head was bobbing even faster and her body started rocking with her motions. He could feel as well as hear her making hungry noises in the back of her throat.
Fuck that was so hot, he thought, few things were hotter to a man than a woman who got off on giving head.
“So beautiful, baby.” His hands were starting to shake. He added a little pressure to the hand he had on the back of her head to underline his dominance, and damn if that didn’t double her efforts and the greedy noises she was making. “Zoe…God, Zoe, you’re going to make me come. That’s it, just like that. Fuck.” She was pumping and sucking him fast and hard now. She looked so amazing doing it that—for an endless minute he was lost in the erotic visual of her. Then, unable to hold back any longer he peaked. His entire body shook as fire erupted in his balls and shot stream after stream into the eager
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