Her sweet voice echoes off the glass. Saturating the air with lyrics from a song I don’t recognize but the melody is cheerful and upbeat. Just like her. The sway of her hips while she massages shampoo into her hair is fucking glorious. She can dance after all when she thinks no one is watching. When she isn’t terrified from a big fucking idiot scaring the hell out of her.
As much as I fucking hate it, I check myself and let her finish her bath. Unable to forgive myself if I ruin her acceptance of me, of us. Somehow I will manage to tolerate dating her until I can propose to her without her losing her shit. I’ll just do everything I can to fast forward us to that step. I grab my robe, which is ten times too big for her, off the hook and wait for the spray to cease. And my cock to settle down from her reaching for the towel and rubbing the white cotton all over her magnificent body.
When she bends over to swipe at her calves, I almost lose my shit from her luscious ass in the air beckoning me to her shiny and smooth pussy bared to me. Instead, I feign a calmness I don’t feel and back into the room keeping my eyes forward and off her bobbing tits. “I’ve got a robe for you when you’re ready.”
“Thank you.”
Thank fuck gratitude sounds in her voice rather than fright. I hold out the heavy material behind me, pretending as if I didn’t already ogle her like the greedy bastard I am, and wait for her murmur of completion before spinning around. She swims in the black fabric, losing the battle to roll up the sleeves. “I’ll send someone over to your apartment to get you some clothes.”
Really, all her clothes and everything else she owns will be moved here. I hold out my hand to her. “Are you ready for breakfast? I’m starving.”
Food is a good distraction. At least for a little bit. I release her only to grab my buzzing cell. Not used to being annoyed at the phone interrupting my time with her. I tug on a tee shirt and sweat pants while she waits. Her face lined with something she’s pondering. Something or someone worrying her. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
She fiddles with the wide belt and keeps her gaze down, hiding from me. “When Stephen and I were sitting at the bar working yesterday, I heard the girls talking about giving lap dances and blow jobs for thousands of dollars. Is that something—”
My mobile hits the floor, and I’m on her before I even realize I’ve taken her down. Body checking her to the sofa in the small sitting area, pinning her to the cushion as I growl at her. “Don’t even fucking think about it.”
Breathless and shocked, she lies still as a statue beneath me. “Think about what?”
Of its own volition, my hand finds its way to her throat and her racing pulse throbs against my palm as I squeeze her into submission. “Trying to earn money like that.”
Her head shakes as her eyes widen in surprise. “I wasn’t. I would never—”
“That’s right. You will never fucking put your mouth or your body on anyone but me.”
“That’s…”
I loosen my grip around her willowy neck so she manage more than just a whisper. “What?”
“That’s what I wanted to ask you…because I was wondering…if you like those too.”
Jesus. “You want to give me a blow job?”
“I don’t know. I was just kind of curious, and you’ve done things before…and I haven’t....”
Things. My innocent virgin wants to explore with me. Almost as much as I want to teach her.
‘I mean I don’t even understand why they call it a blow job.”
Every second I spend with her just gets better and better. I’m so hard for her my entire body hurts, and I know she feels my desire too with me lying on top of her. I slide back and clutch her hand, lifting her to a sitting position next to me. My erection almost busts through the gray material, and I have no choice but to shove down my waistband and release my cock from the barrier.
Plump satin lips purse together as she leans toward me, and she blows out a few puffs of air against the head, already glistening with thick white droplets in the slit.
She frowns and shakes her head. “Well that can’t be right.”
Uncertain if I should laugh or beg, I decide tact is a better option in this situation. She’s being brave and I’m sure as hell not going to shut her down or disparage her efforts. “It’s not but that’s okay.”
Huge brown eyes meet mine when she looks up. Imploring me to help her understand. “Then what?”
“Do you really want to know?”
Lust flames in her eyes as she scrutinizes me. Determining if I’m the one for her to test her skills, even though that’s already been decided because no other man touches what’s mine.
“Yes.”
God help me if I don’t take her before I can get this all out. “Okay, the ‘job’ is to make me blow or come. Any way you want to do it is good - rub it, lick it, suck it, but whatever the hell you do, just please don’t bite it.”
Determination fills her face and her tiny hand wraps around my throbbing dick, which jolts from her soft fingers caressing him so timidly. She leans forward, swallowing as much as her small mouth will allow before dragging backward with her teeth scrapping over the sensitive skin all the way to the ridge of the head.
Jesus christ. My hips jerk up from her complete domination of my cock. “How the fuck did you know to do that?”
A slight shrug lifts her narrow shoulders yet she lights up from my praise. Delighted she’s pleased me. “I don’t know. I just thought it would feel good.”
“Fuck yes, it feels fucking amazing.”
With my approval encouraging her, she dances with satisfaction and leans over to deep throat me again. God damn she fucking owns me. “Marry me Tulip.”
Her giggle reverberates against the tip of my cock brushing her tonsils and that shit feels incredible too. Following my earlier directions, she sucks and caresses the last few inches that won’t fit past her lips. Her rhythm is a little awkward and stilted, but she’s fucking impressive with her tenacity.
My girl is on a serious fucking mission and when she climbs off the couch and drops to her knees between my parted legs to get a better angle, I almost explode right then. The enormous robe slips down her arms, pooling around her bent legs and I swear to god I’m looking at fucking paradise on earth. My petal naked, kneeling, and pleasing me with so much beautiful damn effort.
Treating my dick like a newfound toy, she licks and slurps and tugs. She doesn’t seem to like jacking me and goes back to sucking. I like it fucking all and let her have her way with me until I can’t survive holding myself back any longer. I clutch her damp hair and fuck her luscious mouth, swearing and thrusting until she gurgles from the intensity, staring up at me through her long lashes as I tell her how much I love her and that I’m never, ever fucking letting her go.
With a few more seconds of her lavish attention, I’m done. Coming faster and harder than I have before in my entire fucking life, unable to form words and warn her to pull off. But she takes it all with a just a little bit of coughing. Finishing me until the pulsing finally ceases and my head falls back against the cushion spent and delirious. I laugh until my stomach hurts from her blowing one last time on my now limp dick cradled in her hands. “Get up here Tulip.”