How could I not after the filthy few weeks we’ve had? My cock has had so much stimulation that I’m amazed it’s still intact.
“Yes, beautiful,” I groan as I hit the back of her throat and shudder. I clench her locks in my fingers, resisting the temptation to thrust even harder. “That’s it. Keep doing that. Good girl.”
Damn.
Sensory fucking overload. Every suck feels incredible, sending tingling vibrations straight down my spine. The warmth of her pretty mouth, the little whimpers she makes, the look in her eyes that shows how much she wants to please me as the water drips off her face and chest from the shower.
Am I wrong to find her gagging so arousing?
Her pace quickens as she slides my throbbing cock in and out of her mouth, devouring me from base to tip.
“So. Damn. Good,” I pant through gritted teeth, pressing one hand against the shower wall.
Now I’ve taken control. I’m fucking her mouth. I let out a hard, heavy groan and fist her hair tighter as I thrust into her mouth.
She makes a soft mewling sound. I have to force myself to check that she’s not in pain, but when she looks up at me with those big green eyes, all I see is that she wants to please me.
“I’m close,” I growl through grated breaths, my gaze fixated on hers. I should warn her that if she keeps this up, she’ll be choking on my cum.
The intensity builds within me until I can no longer control it. Every muscle coils tightly, and my body shudders with pleasure as I emit a guttural groan. My balls feel like they’re going to explode.
“Fuck.” My cum pulses out, filling her throat, and I grasp her head so she takes it all.
“Damn, Clodagh.” I let out a husky laugh as my breathing returns to normal. “I’d die a happy fucking man tonight, sweetheart.”
I raise her gently off the shower floor and into my arms. Her cheeks are flushed, and her hair clings to her forehead. “Breathe, sweetheart. Relax.”
“I think I’m going to have to practice by holding my breath in the bath. You’re a big guy.”
My low laughter rumbles through the shower stall as I lace our fingers together and step out. Neither of us says a word as I wrap her in a fluffy towel, drying her body with gentle touches. Fucking hell, feeling her curves is making me hard again already.
She stares at me as I carry her to her bedroom, her lip twitching as if she wants to say something but is lacking the words.
“Everything okay?” I ask.
She smiles and nods.
I lay her out on the bed, naked and ready for me, and climb on top of her. Softly, I kiss her neck, the curves of her collarbone, the swell of her breasts until I feel her nipples harden and her back arch in response.
“Too soon?” I ask, searching her face.
“No,” she breathes. “I want you inside me.”
I thrust my cock into her, relishing the sensation.
She winces, her hands pressing against my back in resistance.
I groan as her muscles clench around me, squeezing my cock. It feels so good; I could just stay inside her and never come out. The more she tightens around me, the quicker I’m going to come.
I wait until the tightness in her relaxes a bit, fighting hard not to thrust into her wet warmth.
“Easy,” she moans a bit as she adjusts her hips to take me all in.
“Breathe, Clodagh.” I smile down at her, running a finger over her bottom lip. “Relax.”
Her pussy clenches around me, and it feels fucking amazing. It always feels amazing. It drives me wild knowing I’m the only man who has made her orgasm.
She makes me feel like I’m in a warm, delicious bath, spending Christmas in St. Barts, running the New York marathon, opening my first hotel. The best fucking feelings in the world all rolled into one.
I slide deeper into her sweet little pussy, staring into her eyes.
My hands tighten around her hips, and I can tell by her face that I’m grinding against her clit with each thrust.
“Ahhh, you’re so deep,” she moans, her fingers digging into my back. “You feel so good inside me.”
A deep, throaty groan escapes me. Her whimpers are enough to send me over the edge.
She knows exactly what she’s doing and exactly how to push my buttons.
I come hard in her tight little pussy, my hips shuddering and shaking with the force of my release. Coming like I won’t stop. Because the Neanderthal in me wants to own her. Wants to make sure she’s full of my cum.
Finally, I let out a deep breath and collapse on top of her, our bodies still intertwined. I press my face tightly against her neck, devouring the scent of her skin.
She purrs in contentment against my forehead. Her legs wrap around my waist like she has no intention of letting go.
I pull away a bit to look into her eyes. “You didn’t come. But we’ll get there. Soon, you’ll come all over my cock.”
She takes her lip between her teeth and drops her gaze to my chest. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize.” I place my finger under her chin and make her look at me. “You don’t have to be sorry for anything. Alright?”
She nods shyly with a small smile.
“Good girl.” I press a kiss to her nose. I never want her to feel like there is a problem because she doesn’t climax during sex. But I’ll be damned if I don’t die trying. Because I’m the one who’s going to get her there.
And the only guy who’ll have the privilege of making her come. The thought enters my head abruptly.
I take my time with my mouth exploring her jawline, breasts, her soft stomach, and the skin just above her swollen, beautiful pussy until I can feel her breathing change and her lower stomach quiver from desire.
I gently push apart her thighs again. Her legs tense a little as if she wants to push me away, so I have to go slow. Be patient. All good things come to those who work for them.
I glance up to see her eyes closed and her arms splayed on the pillow. Slowly, I make my way to the sweet spot between her legs. I move back and forth with my mouth, my tongue flicking against her clit each time.