It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
“That’s it baby. Use me. Rub that sweet clit all over me. Come for me.”
“Wesley,” she whines my given name, and it has my orgasm threatening to shoot from me.
I suck her bottom lip into my mouth and knead her breasts, gasping as her clit rubs over the sensitive glands under the tip.
“Fuck, Charlie. Fuck!” I rip myself away and drop to my knees to stop myself from coming first.
“What are you—” I shut her up by latching my mouth onto her folds, sucking each one into my mouth. “—Oh.” Her hands smack against the walls of the shower and I smirk around her sheath, spearing my tongue into her tight hole.
My eyes roll to the back of my head when I taste her icing, fucking sweet as sugar just like I knew she’d be.
“Wesley. Oh, God.” Her stomach inflates and deflates with each haggard breath she takes.
I lift my eyes through wet lashes and watch the emotion flash over her face. Her mouth falls open and her cries are all for me as she screams to the heavens.
Flattening my tongue along her slit, I circle the tip around her bundle of nerves, that sweet fucking cherry I can’t wait to suckle. I nibble on it with my teeth and she doubles over, nearly falling over me but I keep her steady.
“Never have I…I’ve never…no one has…” she can’t speak. Her words keep twisting and turning causing her to stutter. Her fingers slick my hair over the crown of my skull and her nipples scrape against my cheek. Her body begins to shake. Her hips stutter and ride against my tongue faster. “No one’s has ever made me come! Wesley! I’m going to—I’m going—I’m…Wesley!”
My tongue becomes wetter as she orgasms, coming down my throat. Her essence is better than any fucking homerun I’ve ever hit. I wrap my hand around my cock and begin to stroke myself, moaning into her cunt as I swallow her yet give into the pleasure Charlie brings me.
The loud slap of my heavy orbs hit my fist with every downstroke that inches me closer.
Charlie falls to her knees and takes my face into her hands, twisting her tongue with mine. She tastes herself and moans, gluing herself to my front to try and lick every corner of my mouth.
“I’m close, Charlie. I’m so fucking close.” I can no longer keep my head up. I fall forward and our foreheads press together, her lips brushing against mine, but we don’t kiss. I’m stroking myself harder, faster, and then her hand circles around me, unwinding my fingers from around myself so she can get a better grip. “Oh, fuck,” I stare down and want to laugh at how small her hand is compared to my cock. But when she tightens her fist, the humor dies and I’m thrusting into her, letting the flesh move and the muscle rub inside the hole she’s created.
God, I can’t wait to be inside her.
“So big, baby. So thick,” she purrs, sliding her thumb across the crown and I tremble. “I don’t know if you’d fit, but I can’t wait to try.”
I clutch onto her hips and growl. “I’ll fucking fit because you were made for me. That tight cunt was made for me and I’m going to stretch it to the very brink.”
“I can’t wait,” she says, bending down until she engulfs me with her mouth. She swallows me to the hilt, gagging and choking, but not caring.
She doesn’t stop.
At the same time, she sucks half of me, licking me like a goddamn melting ice cream cone in the summertime while stroking me.
The tip of her tongue dips into the slit and her free hand squeezes and gives a slight twist to my sack, which has me shouting explicit words to God and everybody.
My hips begin to move on their own accord, and I grip the back of her head and fuck her face. “Fuck yes, baby. Take that cock. You’re being so fucking good for me right now.” I tilt my head back into the spray of water and shut my eyes. I hold my breath as the water batters me and she doubles her efforts, sucking harder and faster.
My hips stutter and I bring myself out of the waterfall, thrust down her throat once, twice. “I’m coming and you’re going to take every fucking drop, aren’t you? Don’t let me go to waste,” I groan as the first jet leaves me, then the second, third, and fourth. I empty everything I have and ring myself inside out with her mouth on me, something I’ve dreamed about for weeks now.
“Fuck, yes. Just like that, Cupcake. Oh, you’re so fucking good at that.” I watch in awe as she cleans me spotless, taking her tongue and licking down my shaft, around the base, to the top again. She’s making sure she gets every drop.
Just like I said.
When she’s done, I sag against the bathtub and pull her until she’s sitting on my lap. The shower is running down her back now and the water is lukewarm, but I’m too tired to move. I need a minute.
My toes are tingling. That’s how good it was.
“Was that okay?” she asks against my chest, bashful all of a sudden.
“Okay? It was mind-blowing baby. That was perfect. I can’t believe I’m so lucky. Are you—”
“I’m perfect,” she says with a smile, straddling my lap until she settles against my semi-hard cock. “You’re perfect.” She reaches up and shuts the water off and a few droplets fall onto my head. She pushes my hair back again and kisses me lazily, slow, and confident.
I can taste myself on her tongue, salty and bitter, nowhere near as sweet as she is.
We must sit there for hours, just kissing, because eventually I can’t feel my ass. I get up carefully, holding her still and she wraps herself around me as I get out. We’ve aired dried by this point so there is no need for towels.
I drop on the bed and unlike the other nights where we didn’t touch, her face is buried against my chest and her legs are thrown over mine.
My woman loves touch and now she’s not afraid to get it.
I drift my fingers up and down her spine, smiling to myself knowing that this is the woman I’ll be touching for the rest of my life and I’m learning her body for the first time. There’s nothing better.
Holding her tight, I close my eyes and fall asleep, dreaming better than I ever have with my Cupcake’s touch.
I’m fucked up.
I have to be sick in the head.
What did I just do?
I stare at Whistler who is passed out in bed, spread eagle, and I took the opportunity to tie him up with the strings that tie my swimsuits. I used one for each wrist and ankle and he hasn’t moved. He’s sound asleep, dead to world.
Oh my God, what if he is dead?
I rush to his side and press my ear against his chest, blowing out a breath with I hear the steady thump-thump of his heart.
I want him. Bad.
After our session in the shower, I realized I didn’t want to wait. I want him now, but I need to be in control for the first time. I need to see how this plays out and now that I’m looking at him, I know. I am a fucking crazy person. He would have happily been tied up if I asked, but I didn’t ask, and now he’s going to wake up wondering what has happened.
At the time when the thought crossed my mind, I thought it was a good idea, and now I may or may not look like I’m about to murder someone.
Or at the least, torture him.
No.