“You aren’t ready for this,” I said, shaking my head and refusing to take that step. Refusing to take off my clothes and feel her eyes on me. She’d avoided looking at my cock when we’d showered together, acting like it was a snake that would jump out and bite her at any moment.
It wasn’t completely inaccurate.
“I didn’t—” she paused, sucking back a deep breath. “Darragh never touched me there. I told him I’d bite it off if he put it anywhere near my mouth.”
Pride swelled within me, knowing that she’d found her little ways to fight back even in her sacrifice.
“Irina,” I said, her name dragging out as my self-control frayed at the edges.
“Get in the fucking shower, Paolo,” she said, leaning her back into the shower wall. Her hand skimmed over her stomach and hesitated for a moment when she touched her scars, breathing deeply, then continued down to slide between her thighs. She closed her eyes, taking the moment to remind herself that it was only her hand.
Only herself touching her pussy.
I knew the moment well, having lived for years with fear of my own hand when I’d woken up with it wrapped around my cock in the middle of the night.
Tearing my shirt over my head and shoving my shorts and boxer briefs down my thighs, I prowled into the shower as Irina arched her back. Slamming my mouth down on hers, I stole the breath from her lungs.
“You are the only person I’ve ever wanted to share breath with,” I murmured when I pulled back, nipping at her bottom lip playfully. “The only woman I’ve ever allowed to kiss me.”
She moaned into my mouth, the thought of her brand of ownership on me as appealing to her as it would have been to me. Knowing that she’d been with other men, that she’d kissed them or fucked them, drove me mad if I thought about it.
If I’d known their names, I’d have hunted them down and slaughtered every last one of them, just to be the only man alive to know how she felt on the inside.
My hand touched hers, sliding between her thighs without touching the flesh of her cunt itself. I guided her, using her fingers to toy with her until she was ready for me to touch her for real.
When she shuddered, nearing her orgasm, I lifted her hand from between her thighs and slid her finger into my mouth, sucking her taste from her skin. I needed more immediately, needed to lick it straight from the source.
I dropped to my knees in the shower, staring up at her from a position I’d sworn I would never be in again. I would never get on my knees for someone, never allow them to have that power over me.
But for Irina, I’d lay myself at the foot of her altar and let her consume me.
She stared down at me in shock, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip while I paused, giving her the chance to tell me no, to tell me it wasn’t something that she could tolerate.
She was quiet, watching me intently.
“Tell me you want me to lick your pretty little cunt until it flutters for me, Butterfly,” I murmured, leaning forward to touch tentative fingers to the scars at the top of her thighs.
She swallowed, her throat moving with the effort before she nodded silently.
“Words, Irina,” I scolded. “I need the words.”
“I want you to lick my cunt,” she said, her mouth dropping open as if she couldn’t quite believe that she’d actually spoken the words. They immediately filled me with the urge to spank her for the bad language from a mouth that was sent straight from heaven and shouldn’t know such words. It didn’t matter that I’d been the one to demand them.
The other part of me wanted to defile her, to ruin her with all the ways I’d touch her.
I shifted forward, putting my face right at the core of her body. Slipping a hand between her legs, I lifted the weaker one up and out until it rested on my shoulder and Irina leaned her weight more fully into the shower wall.
The arch to her back was like something from a photoshoot with the water pelting down around us, her pussy gleaming as I slid a finger through her lips and watched her open for me. Her legs widened, a ragged moan breaking free from her throat when my finger brushed against her clit.
Her face twisted with the sweetest torment, and I leaned forward and licked her from entrance to clit in a single, long glide that made her whimper. Her flavor consumed my mouth, claiming my tongue as hers from the moment I had my first taste.
Irina buried her hand in the hair on the back of my head, pulling me tighter to her body as she ground her cunt on my face. I wanted to be covered in her, to wear her like a brand on my skin that everyone could see. I’d spend the rest of my life on my knees with my face drenched in her pussy if I had my way.
I groaned into her flesh, fucking her with my tongue while she writhed in my grip. Impatience claimed me, the need to taste her orgasm like something visceral in my veins.
Dragging my tongue through her lips to her clit, I wrapped my lips around it and sucked lightly until she gasped. Those gasps turned to moans, then to animalistic groans as her nails dug into the back of my skull and she finally came on my face.
I held her steady, giving her a few moments to settle before I lowered her leg to the floor and rose to my feet. Tucking her hair behind her ears, I dropped my mouth to hers and kissed her so intensely that I knew she had a very thorough taste of herself on my tongue.
When I pulled back, the sleepy stare in her eyes was almost enough to make me forget the rock hard cock squeezed between us and touching her stomach.
Almost.
I grabbed her by the chin, giving her one last meaningful look that she could stop it at any time. When she didn’t respond to what had to be clear, I shifted my hand down to her shoulder and pushed her to her knees before me.
She dropped smoothly, her lithe body graceful even as she stared at the monstrosity of my cock where it dangled in her face. She swallowed, turning her green eyes up to face me as water from the shower head dripped down the back of her head.
Finally lifting a hand from where she clutched my thigh, she wrapped it around my length to the best of her ability and stroked it from root to tip firmly, her fingertips brushing over the scars at the base. “Did I fucking tell you to jerk me off?” I asked, my voice as harsh as it felt.
Her stare was wide eyed as she looked at me as my hand gathered her hair into a loose ponytail at the back of her head. “No,” she said, the hesitance in her voice calling to the deepest part of me.
She’d always have a choice and the ability to say no, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t in charge once she gave me that permission.
“I’m certain I told you I wanted you to choke on my cock,” I said, tugging her face forward until my head pressed against the seam of her lips. She opened her mouth, letting the tip glide over her tongue and swirling her tongue around me with the kind of skill I wanted to erase.
I wanted her rough. I wanted her sloppy and sobbing on her knees for me, and then I wanted to take care of her after and soothe the edges I would fray with my rough treatment.
I thrust my hips forward at the same moment I pulled her further onto my cock, letting her mouth stretch around my girth as she struggled to open wide enough to accommodate me. I moved forward in slow thrusts, giving her time to adjust as I dragged my flesh over her tongue.
The head of my cock brushed against the back of her throat, making her face twist with the urge to gag. I didn’t let up, pushing forward until she swallowed around me like the good girl she was.