Page 4 of Little Fury

His hands begin their descent down the front of me. Rubbing in slow, methodical circles. They caress my breasts softly, still, under the guise of helping me wash. He runs his rough palms over me, my nipples hardening at the light abrasive sensation. He moves his hands, his thumbs and fingertips, grasping my nipples, rolling and pinching them gently. A jolt of pleasure shoots right to my core. I reach out for him to steady myself; he begins his circular descent down my stomach. Careful of the fresh wound there. He reaches my belly button, and he slowly lowers himself down to the floor of the shower.

Seeing this man at my feet sends a wave of desire through me. I lean my back into the shower wall, needing help to stay upright.

Anticipation is its own drug for me with Jake.

I know how his hands and mouth feel on me, what they can do, and those thoughts send another ripple of pleasure through me.

He starts at my feet, picking up one and placing it on his thigh. He begins to wash it while his other hand holds my calf and gently uses his thumb to massage the muscle. I moan from the delicious pressure of. Jake is focused on his task, his eyes on his hands as he touches me. He washes my lower legwith those small methodical circles. Every pass is inching just a little closer to my wet core.

Just above my knee, he abandons that leg, places it on the floor, picking up the other, repeating the process. He’s drawing out my punishment. I'm paying for tonight. For the fear and anger I caused him. For my blatant disregard for my health and safety, for his being scared and unable to get me to comply with what he wants me to do.

I’m not mad at him playing with me like this. I deserve it.

Jake is so much more; he is worthy of a fantastic life with a woman who doesn't keep secrets from him, especially the types of secrets that have her showing up at his door shot and bleeding.

He moves his hands slowly up my thighs, kneading the muscles gently. Anticipation is making my thighs clench. Jake forces them open wider. He continues his ministrations along my inner thighs so close to where I need him to touch me but still not giving me what he knows I want. Legs clean, he rises to his feet. His hand sliding up through the suds as he drags his hand over my skin. Cupping my core as he moves over it, brushing his fingers over my pubic bone and the small patch of hair there.

He grabs the shower nozzle and rinses the suds from my body. His hand slides over my skin as it follows the path of the bubbles the same as before. Enjoying the game he’s playing; he can’t even be bothered to hide the slight smirk of satisfaction on his lips. I let my eyes run down the length of his body, seeing how hard he is—satisfied I’m not the only one affected by his game.

He rinses my neck and chest, caressing every inch of me as he does it. I close my eyes again, loving his hands on me. Lost for a moment feeling his hands on my thighs, I almost cum when he brings the shower nozzle to my pussy, and its stream hits my clit so perfectly. But it’s only there for thebriefest of seconds. I moan and reach out to grab something to hold on to. My fingers find his hair, grasping it.

He brings the nozzle back to me and holds it against me, getting the stream to pulsate over my clit, making my legs start to shake. My fingers tighten in his hair as the water drives me closer to my orgasm. He removes the nozzle again, and I let out a whimper. He stands up, looking at my face.

“What? I need to rinse the conditioner out of your hair.”His grin is large. He turns me so he is behind me. I feel his cock against my ass, and I cannot help pushing back against him. I relish the feel of him, his cock in the cleft of my cheeks. He makes no sound, but I feel his pant against my shoulder. He wastes no time rinsing my hair.

The nozzle falls with a clatter, and Jake drops to the floor. He turns me to face him; his hands grip my inner thighs tightly and force my legs open wider. His tongue drags along my pussy up to my clit, flattening his tongue against me. I arch my back and push greedily into his face, and I moan as he sucks my clit into his mouth.

“God, Jake, please don’t stop. You feel so fucking good. Your mouth feels so good”.

The words are barely out of my mouth before Jake stops sucking and pulls back from me; looking up at me, I meet his eyes.

“No, Ava.'' the edge in his voice sends a shiver down my spine. “Nothing you have done tonight has granted you permission to speak and beg me to give you release. You will be very, very quiet. No moans, no begging, no pleading. No calling for a god who I assure you is not in the room with us. Our own personal demons may be here, but no God.”He tells me darkly.“I will allow you to arch your back because it gives me better access to what I want, and I will allow you to hold onto my hair or shoulder. Still, I only grant you that caveat because of the blood loss you’ve suffered tonight, andI’m nowhere near done with your punishment.”He looks up at me, asking me to argue, but I don't. I close my mouth and nod.

With my nod of understanding, he drops his eyes back down and spreads me with his hands opening me up for his tongue to dive back in. His tongue flicks and sucks my clit as he sinks two fingers into me, causing my and I clench around his intrusion. Jake pumps his fingers in and out of me; his pace is slow and deliberate. I can hear how wet I am. The sounds from his fingers as they work me make me grip his hair even tighter and arch my back more.

“Look at this greedy little cunt so fucking wet for me. Tell me, Ava, do you want to come on my tongue with my fingers fucking your pussy or on my cock?”

I whimper in response, scared to say anything, not wanting him to stop what he's doing to me.“Answer me, ”he growls.

“Both,”I gasp out,“I want to come on your tongue with your fingers fucking me, and then I want to come on your cock.”

“That’s a perfect answer, Ava,”Jake growls.

He pulls his fingers from me replacing them with his tongue working it in and out. Burying his face in me trying to get his tongue deeper. In and out, eating me; like I’m his last fucking meal.

His tongue laps at my inner walls while a hand slides to my ass, delving between my cheeks. His fingers circle my entrance there, teasing me. He grips my hips hard; he spins me to face the shower wall. I feel his hands come up and spread me wide.

Jake sinks his teeth into my cheeks, both sides getting equal attention. He rises a little higher, spreading me as wide as he can, and I feel his saliva being dripped down onto me. He drags his fingers through it, gathering it, using it to lubricateand sink them into my tight opening. Turning me back, and his mouth finds my pussy again. His fingers behind me keep massaging that tight ring, working his saliva into me allowing his fingers to slide easily inside.

His tongue swirls around my clit, sucking it into his mouth, working it fast, his finger in my ass keeping the same pace. It’s almost too much, too good, too many sensations. Wetness leaks down my legs as Jake worships me with his mouth and hands. My orgasm has been building, and my legs start to shake, my muscles clench, and I cum hard, pulling his hair as I do.

When my body stops shuddering from my climax, I look down at Jake seeing his smug face. He keeps his eyes locked on mine as he gives me one last long and slow lick. Sending an aftershock through my body. A low chuckle leaves his chest as he watches me shudder again. My eyes rake over him as he stands up, his cock impossibly hard and glistening with his precum. I start to drop to my knees, but he grabs me by the throat, stopping me. Pushing me up against the wall he kisses me hard and deep. My taste still on his tongue as he finds mine, and I return his kiss, savouring it. Breaking the kiss, he leans his forehead against mine, his hand finding the back of my neck squeezing me slightly.

With a deep breath he quirks the side of his mouth up and kisses me fast on the cheek as he grabs his body wash.

“What’s that look for?”I ask him.

“It's my‘that was fun, but I’m fucking hungry, so let’s wash fast so we can eat'look.”He dumps some in his hands, working up a lather; he quickly washes himself then turns to me and lathers me up again, but this time much more efficiently.

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