Page 87 of Capture the Moment
Where his room holds all of his nerdy habits discretely, his bathroom is fully decked out in all things ‘Blake’. His bathroom rug reads “Naked Babes Only”, his soap dispenser is LEGO-shaped, and he has a small cluster of movie posters in front of his toilet—all framed.
I smile at the sight of the tiny LEGOs on the top of the bathroom mirror, just as Blake whirls around, grinning at me.
“Like what you see?” he asks, a teasing lilt to his tone as I roll my eyes, shifting on the cold sink counter under me.
“What’s the story behind the LEGOs?” I question, my eyes flickering from the unfinished Eiffel Tower on Blake’s desk, just in view of the bathroom door and the Lego soap dispenser beside me.
Blake tenses momentarily before giving me a soft smile. “When I came to my parents, the only thing that I had with me was a LEGO shaped plushy and the clothes on my back.” He sighs. “My mom and dad have bought them for me ever since. We would host family building nights where we’d watch movies and just build LEGO sets for hours.” Blake chuckles as his eyes glaze over with the memories of his childhood, the bittersweet memory makes my heart yearn for the older version of him and just want to hold the child version.
No one deserves the things that Blake went through as a kid. No one. I believe that if you’re going to bring a child into the world the least you can do is give them your all. They didn’t ask to be brought here, so it’s rather selfish if you bring them into the world and treat them like trash.
Blake strides up to me slowly, and stands between my legs. He wraps his arms around my waist, squeezing it slightly before letting them rest at the swell of my ass. His eyes are an array of emotions, but the one that has my thighs tightening is one that I’m all too familiar with.
“Well, we could build something together if you want,” I suggest in a tone completely at odds with my normal one. This is a tone of pure seduction and ease.
“We can do a lot more than that.”
He smirks, looking down at me for a moment before bringing my lips to his own, sealing them with a kiss.
“Strip,” He commands, voice husky.
What’s that saying from the blue guy in the lamp? Oh… Right.
Your wish is my command.
Blake's wishing and commanding, and I’m more than willing to do what ever he wants when he looks at me like this.
As I pull his hoodie up to my waist, with the large SFU paraphernalia being the size of a mid-length dress on me, I grin as Blake helps me get it over my large array of curls.
My breasts drop from under the hoodie, Blake’s gaze darkens at the sight of them in the light of his bathroom. I realize now that this is the first time we’d seen each other naked in the light and when he proceeds to strip himself bare, my eyes nearly bulge at the sight of his taught erection.
There is no way in hell that was inside of me last night. No fucking way. Blake’s dick is bigger than the size of a goddamned Stanley cup… And for those that don’t know what size a Stanley cup is… Go google it and come back to me.
He smirks at my obvious shock from his sizing, he’s both thick in girth and large in length. I’m still in a state of shock as he picks me up from the counter,smacking my ass. The warm stinging sensation brings me back momentarily as I look up at him.
“No funny business, I swear. I just want to wash your hair.” The smirk that Blake holds is anything but innocent, so I roll my eyes at him.
Yeah fucking right.
I hop in the shower, turning my back to the spray, dousing my hair in the warm water as Blake steps in facing me.
“Let me,” he says, holding the shampoo bottle. I tense at the way he holds the bottle like he’ll use only a quarter-sized amount of shampoo on my hair and when he notices my hesitancy, he twirls me around. “I got you, Princess. I told you zero funny business. Just think of this as me trying to save water.” I can hear the smirk on his lips as he slowly massages the clarifying shampoo into my scalp.
We all know that Blake is a beast with his hands. Exhibit A: when he simultaneously fingered and ate me out when we first met. But the way that he works his fingers into my scalp, assuring that my hair is scrubbed and clean has my back arching. I moan in pleasure and he pauses, then lightly chuckles before continuing, stepping a bit closer to me.
My body reacts to him as his large length presses against the shell of my ass, and a pool of desire forms between my legs.
“Blake…”
“Yes, Princess?” His voice is strained as he twirls me around, rinsing out the shampoo in my hair.
“Please fuck me,” I blurt out. His eyes widen momentarily as he smirks.
“Oh, baby, I’ll do more than fuck you. I’m going to make you cum so hard you forget your own name.” He grins, stepping closer to me under the spray of the shower.
Blake takes my mouth into his in a kiss filled with passion and desire. His hands grope my ass, spreading and massaging my cheeks in a way that has me grinding into him.
The small laugh he tries to conceal is dark and enticing as he rubs his hard cock against my sweetness.
