Page 31 of Waiting for Him
Slowly, he released her, and she crawled out of the bed. She was halfway to the door when he asked, “What time is it?”
Kat glanced at the bedside clock. “Seven-fifteen,” she told him before entering the bathroom.
* * *
Groaning, Boomer shifted onto his back and watched her ass disappear into the bathroom. He grabbed his stiff cock and gave it a few rubs, then scratched his balls. Behind the now-closed door, the toilet flushed, and then he heard the shower turn on.
He lay there for a minute, letting the morning fog clear from his brain, when a thought occurred to him. This time, he didn’t have to worry about what she would think if he joined her. Throwing the covers off, he strode across the room and was happy to find the door unlocked. Deciding to have a little fun, he used his stealth training and slowly cracked open the door. Steam had filled the room, but through the mirror, he could still make out her naked form stepping into the shower. It was an open walk-in stall behind thick glass blocks with no door or curtain to shut.
Kat’s back was to him as he slipped into the room and shut the door behind him. Silently, he eased over to the shower opening, stepped inside, and leaned against the tiled wall. He watched as she tilted her head back and, with closed eyes, let the water sluice down her face, neck, shoulders, and lower. His gaze followed the twisting streams of liquid as her hands pushed her wet hair off her forehead. A rivulet flowed down her spine and disappeared into the crack of her ass. And still, her back remained toward him.
Boomer’s pulse raced as his eyelids and balls grew heavy. Gripping his hard, thick cock, he slowly stroked it while he watched her grab a pink loofah and a bottle of body wash. The scent of coconuts filled the air, making him even harder and reminding him of how good she smelled last night. The loofah was now lathered, and soap bubbles began to coat her skin. He tugged on his cock, and pre-cum oozed as his gaze followed the pink bundle as it passed over every inch of her skin. She spread her legs and moaned loudly as she soaped up her pussy. Boomer bit his lip, trying to stay silent.
“Are you going to stand there all day, watching me and playing with yourself?”
A grin spread across his face. “How did you know I was here, you little tease?”
Turning, she gave him a saucy smile. “I felt the cooler air when the door opened. And I also have great peripheral vision.” She continued to run the loofah over her body as she watched his hand pump up and down.
“Are you sore this morning? Be honest because you rode me pretty hard last night.”
A blush spread over her cheeks as she nodded.
“It’s okay, Kitten. I can just take care of this,” his chin dipped toward his groin, “while you finish showering over there.”
Kat bit her bottom lip, and then her tongue caressed her upper one. “Or, I could . . . you know . . .”
Boomer snorted in amusement. “We’re going to have to work on your naughty vocabulary. Does ‘you know’ mean you’re offering to blow me?”
Her gaze stayed on his hand as it slowly worked his cock—up, over, back, and down, in a mesmerizing rhythm. “The other night was the first time I ever did . . . you know, but I’ve read lots of books, so I was just doing what they said.”
“Well, you did a fine job. I loved fucking your mouth, but this time I want to come down your throat. Do you think you can handle it?”
“I-I don’t know, but I want to try . . . Master.”
Boomer growled. “Fuck, I love hearing that from your lips. Sit down on the bench, baby, and let me rinse off really quick. Then, I’m going to fuck your sweet mouth.”
The built-in tiled bench was separated into two sections, one higher than the other. The lower one would be the perfect height for her to sit on while she gave him a blow-job. He took the pink loofah from her hand and lathered up his body, taking extra time to clean his cock and balls for her. After rinsing the suds off, he stepped toward her. She licked her lips, and he groaned as he guided his aching cock to her waiting mouth. “Lick it, baby. Like a lollipop.”
* * *
Kat’s tongue glided up the thick vein on the underside, and Benny hissed. “Oh, yeah. Do it again.”
Encouraged, Kat began licking in earnest. Gripping him by the root and cupping his sac, she remembered how he told her he liked it. A drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip, and she ran her tongue over it. It was salty, but that’s all that registered to her taste buds.
His hand grasped her wet hair and pulled her closer to his groin. “Open wide. Take me in as far as you can.”
Her mouth formed an “O,” and she wrapped her lips around his hard flesh. Being careful not to hurt him with her teeth, she sucked him like a straw in a thick milkshake.
Groaning, he thrust his hips, forcing her to take more of him each time. He was so wide that she wasn’t sure if she could get all of him in her mouth, but she wanted to try. Swirling her tongue around him made him tighten his grip on her hair, and the pain from her scalp went straight to her clit, making it throb with need. She didn’t care if she was sore and brought one hand to her mound.
“Uh-uh, Kitten. I didn’t say you could play with yourself. You save that for me. I’ll take care of you after I come in your mouth.”
She whimpered around his cock. She needed to touch herself, but she wanted to please him more. Her mind had become focused on her clit, and she lost track of what she was doing. Kat gagged and coughed when his tip hit the back of her throat. Reflexively, her jaw closed a little, and he jerked his hips. “Shit, baby, watch those teeth!”
Releasing him, her eyes filled with apology. “Sorry! I didn’t mean . . .”
“Shhh. It’s ok. This is something you have to practice. I’ll hold back a little so you don’t choke. Okay?”
