“I love the way you taste,” he hums.
I release his head as he moves away.
“Look at me.”
I take a deep breath, opening my eyes and peering down. Though he’s still on his knees, his intense stare demands my attention.
“That’s it, beautiful. Watch me. Watch me enjoy eating this perfect pussy.”
“Duncan…I…already.”
He licks his lips. “You came and it was exquisite. Now I’m going to wind you up again.”
Fuck. I’m not sure if I can do that again.
Before I get the chance to protest, his face is once again at my core. My whole body quakes as he does as he said, winding me, like the key on the back of an antique toy. Tighter and tighter. I watch as his dark hair bobs in sync with his tongue. I reach back to the wall, but the slick surface does little to keep me standing as my knees grow weak. “Please,” I beg, needing more of his ecstasy than his mouth is giving.
All at once, Duncan stands and flips me toward the tile. He lifts my hands to eye level, splaying my fingers. “Hold on. Don’t let go.”
I do as he says, my fingernails clawing for traction.
His deep voice continues. “Keep your eyes open, Kimbra. Look at yourself. Look how fucking gorgeous you are.”
Look at myself?
And then I see our reflection in the large mirror beyond the glass door. It's an erotic film playing before me, the soundtrack is an assortment of moans and whimpers with the beat of the shower's spray keeping time.
“See that? Can you see how red your neck is?” he asks, nuzzling my sensitive skin. “That’s my mark. Look down at your thighs.”
I do. They too are pink. Not only that, they glisten.
“I left my mark there too, on your pretty pink pussy and the inside of your thighs. I wish you could see how shiny your pussy is. It's fucking amazing.”
His erection teases my folds, its length rubbing from my clit to my backside as he pulls my ass toward him. “I want to leave my mark inside you too. Do you want that?” His deep voice reverberates from my ears to my soul. “Can I fuck you?”
“Yes.”
I lift my face until our eyes meet in the reflection.
“Look at your eyes,” he says. “I could spend every damn day seeing that lust, that need. Your eyes are fucking screaming at me.”
The entire time he’s talking, his cock is teasing, caressing…I whimper and shift, needing more.
He palms one breast and then both, twirling his wet fingers around my nipples. “When we fuck, I want you to watch, watch your gorgeous tits bounce as I find heaven in your pussy.” Again he teases, the girth of his hard shaft sliding over my folds. “I don’t want to use a condom with you ever again. Are you okay with that, feeling my cock inside your tight pussy?”
I push backward. “Do it. I want you.”
Instead of his cock, his fingers find my entrance, curving to just the right angle and plunging until I'm moving with him. My hands cling to the tile as my toes bounce to his rhythm. The shower stall fills with my pleas as he strums me like an instrument, tuning me for his private concert.
And then, finally, one of his large hands splays over my stomach as the tip of his cock presses against my entrance.
“Look at me.”
Our eyes meet again in the reflection.
“You’re mine.”
“Yes.”
His warm breath is on my neck. “And if you’ll have me, I’m all yours.”
Tears form as I nod.
“Kimberly Ann, hold on.”
“Oh!” My fingers grip as all at once he fills me, one hard thrust…deep inside. My essence coats his way as my pussy contracts, fighting this conquest and creating the most amazing stretch.
“D-Duncan…” His name is barely audible as I pant and gasp.
“Keep watching.”
My DD breasts are doing what Duncan promised, bouncing with each penetration, my nipples dark, hard, and tight.
I keep my fingers splayed as he pulls back on my stomach while at the same time pounding me forward. It’s hard and fast, aggression and love, predatory and possessive. My walls clench as he continues the sexy assault.
“Fuck,” he calls out as he pulls my body tighter toward him, moving me in sync with each thrust. In and out he pounds, our bodies uniting as I teeter on the balls of my feet and my knees grow weak.
Tighter and tighter, my core constricts as his speed increases.
I’ve never had sex standing or in a shower.
I've never watched as I was taken, completely incinerated, and made whole.
It’s hot and dirty, and I’m loving every minute.
Duncan’s breathing quickens as he continues to wind me higher.
Words escape my lips, curses and sounds. I recognize the echo of my own voice, but I can’t make out what I’m saying until my entire being erupts. Like free falling, I float as Duncan’s curses replace mine, his vigorous thrusts increasing in speed as he continues to move within me.
Totally spent, my body relaxes in his grip until all at once, I’m taken by surprise. Out of nowhere another orgasm erupts, stronger than the others. My fingers blanch as my nails claw at the tile.
"O-oh!"
It’s as if a fuse that had been forgotten unexpectedly ignited. My body is nothing more than an intricate circuit of explosions, detonating every nerve. I fight for air, for stability, for a simple understanding of up from down. My entire being is ablaze with the most satisfying fire when all at once, Duncan roars. A deep rumble echoes through the bath as he delivers one last thrust.
Our deep connection severs as he collapses over my back, his hand reaching out to the wall while his other arm holds me safely upright against his chest.
Slowly my eyes open and look down. I stare at our feet, his larger ones on either side of mine. My gaze moves back to our reflection. And then our eyes meet.
I don't want to see him through the door. I want more.
Within his arms, I turn to face him. Through veiled eyes I scan his wide thighs, still impressive erection, then up his toned abs until our eyes meet for real.
My smile grows as his does too.
“Just so you know, Mr. Willis, I've never done that before on a second date.”
Duncan kisses me gently, a contrast to the way we’ve just made love. “I believe we’ve begun our third.”
“Whew,” I say, “my reputation is still intact.”
“Your reputation is safe with me.”
“I don’t know? You have quite the reputation yourself.”
He smiles his cocky grin. “Have I lived up to it?”
“Exceedingly, Mr. Willis.”
He kisses my nose again. “I meant what I said, Kimbra. I don’t care about the rumors you’ve heard. And you don't need to worry about me cheating. I never have. I won’t. I've wanted you for a long time. Now that I have you, I won’t let you go.”
“I’m yours,” I say, repeating what he’d said.
“And I’m yours.” He quirks his grin. “If you'll put up with me.”
I glance from his sexy face down to his now-tamed, but no less impressive cock. “That’s a mighty big order, but I think I can handle it.”
“Oh, beautiful, you can handle it anytime you want.”