Page 60 of Summer with My Sexy Ex
“Fuck me,” I gasp. “I’m not going to last if you keep that up, sweetheart. I’m going to come down that beautiful throat.”
She whimpers in response. Her mouth salivates, sucking harder and moving faster. Part of me wants to take control and fuck her face. The other part wants to sit back and let her do the work. I’m so fucking close.
I win in equal parts, as I grab her head and pump twice, shoving my cock as far down her throat as I can go. She cries out as she gags around me, her own hips bucking while she comes. That does it for me.
“Oh god, Brie. Oh god. Fuck.” I let go of everything I have, spurts pulsing down her throat until there’s nothing left. She swallows it all before she releases my cock.
She looks up at me as she does. Drops of water cling to her lashes; her lips are swollen and red, and her eyes are glassy with lust. She’s never looked more beautiful.
I wish I could imprint the image in my mind and remember it forever.
Her body slumps to a sitting position on the floor of the shower. I crouch down, then lower to sitting so I can join her. I pull her into my lap under the stream of warm water and hold her. What the fuck did I do before this? Before Brie? How was I even living?
I run my hand along her body, caressing her skin, smoothing her hair, and kissing her brow.
She curls into my chest, and I feel an overwhelming need to protect her and make sure she only experiences happiness from here on out.
“How’s my good girl?” I ask, without really thinking. I’ve never been in the habit of using that phrase with women, but here, with Brie, it seems to fit. She grabs me by the back of the neck and pulls my head to hers, capturing my lips in a kiss that goes from hot to scorching before I can blink. I take her thigh and twist her body to face me. She wraps both legs around my waist and before I’m even completely hard again, I’m back inside her.
I’m a sex junkie, and Brie is my fix. I truly can’t get enough of her.
Twin groans echo against the shower walls at the contact.
This woman was made for fucking me, I swear.
She grinds against me, undulating her hips for more friction. I lean my back against the shower wall and let her run the show.
“I think I like it when you tell me I’m a good girl,” she pants.
I kiss her, then smile against her lips. “I definitely like when you are one.” I reach between us and find her clit. I may let her run the show, but I’m going to make damn sure she gets off.
“Oh, I like that.” She pumps her hips with small motions, pressing against my fingers as she does. Our lips are still joined, but it’s more panting against one another than anything else. “You feel so perfect around me, Brie. I can’t believe how good it is with us.”
“Can you touch me harder?”
I pick up the pace, moving my fingers faster. The faint hint of her scent clings to the hot, misty air between us, and my mind reels with desire. It’s overwhelming and all fulfilling. I can’t get enough, and it’s too much at the same time. Her fingernails dig into the back of my neck as her hips keep moving.
“Wyatt, it’s too much,” she cries.
“No, baby, you got this.” I sprinkle kisses across her face and neck. The heat from the shower, combined with our body heat, makes us sweat. I lick her neck and bite down on the sensitive skin below her ear.
Her neck is crazy sensitive.
I fucking love her neck.
It’s a perfect combination. I press my teeth down harder, and her pussy clenches around me in response.
“Oh my god, harder, bite me harder.”
I move my mouth a little lower and bite again, so it’s not exactly the same spot, but harder than before, and sucking at the same time.
“Oh god, Wyatt.” Her body convulses as she comes long and hard. I feel her teeth dig into my shoulder as she muffles her cries. I can’t hold back any longer. I thrust my hips up, lifting us both from the shower floor as I empty myself inside her again. Her hips gyrating, her clit engorged, her pussy squeezing my dick, there’s no way I can’t come quickly.
How does that happen? Ijustcame down her throat. I’ve never recovered that fast.
She wraps herself around me, and I do pretty much the same. My hands grip her ass with my face buried in her neck, her limbs wound around me with her cheek resting on my shoulder. We stay like that, holding each other and trying to catch our breath as the water splashes down around us.
“We spend a lot of time on the floors of showers, don’t we?” she asks, making me laugh.
