Page 87 of The Infiniteness of Yesterday
“Gotta take care of the girls first.” He winks. His thumbs carefully roll around my nipples, making sure to clean the piercings.
When he feels like he’s done a thorough enough job there, he works on soaping up the rest of my body before he carefully rinses me off. He takes care of me gently, reverently and I feel so loved I feel like I might burst inside.
Once I’m clean, I do the same for him. Washing him carefully with the soap until I sink to my knees and take his hard cock in my mouth.
“Fuck,” he groans, the back of his head hitting the tile.
I let him go with a pop and smile up at him as I work him with my hand.
“Your mouth is dangerous,” he says in a low, gravelly voice.
“But you love it,” I tease before running my tongue along the slit.
“Fuck yes, I do.” He grips my hair on the back of my head, keeping it out of my way. Such a gentleman.
I work him with my mouth and tongue and hand until he can’t help but come in my mouth and then I swallow him down. I’m still on my knees as I wipe my mouth with my tongue and lick my finger clean, so I get every drop of him.
“Get up,” he commands, and grips my elbow so he can help me up.
We stumble out of the shower, and he grabs his glasses, putting them back on so he doesn’t miss a thing. Dragging me by the hand, he lays me down on the edge of the mattress where he kneels on the floor. I spread my legs wide and he groans, stroking himself as he takes in my soaked pussy. Even though he came, I don’t think his dick got the memo.
At the first swipe of his tongue, a long moan is drawn from my throat. I slap a hand over my mouth, not wanting anyone in the adjoining rooms to hear me.
Jameson works his mouth against me the way only someone who knows exactly what turns you on can.
“I’m close,” I gasp minutes later, fisting the sheets.
He takes it as a challenge and slows.
“Don’t you dare,” I whimper, and he chuckles against me which has me gasping.
“But you’re so fun to tease.”
He works me to the edge slowly again, adding his fingers and stroking them in and out of me at a torturous pace that has me wiggling and gasping. When he finally lets me come, it explodes through me, and I have to bite down on my fist to stifle my moans.
When I regain consciousness, I find Jameson pulling a condom out of his duffel bag. He rips the foil open and rolls the latex down his hard length.
He strokes his length, watching me. “Do you want hard and fast first or soft and slow?”
“Fuck me dirty,” I reply, my voice breathless. I’m pretty sure I’m sweaty and the shower was entirely pointless.
A gasp flies out of me when he grabs my hips and flips me onto my stomach.
He grabs my hair, yanking me back at the same time he slams into me.
The pace is bruising and punishing and I’ll no doubt be sore later, but I don’t care. I want the ache. I want the reminder of where he’s been.
“God, baby,” he groans. “Your pussy was made for me.”
He places a gentle kiss on the top of my shoulder which is at odds with his brutal pace, but that’s Jameson—the perfect blend of soft and hard.
It’s hard to keep myself quiet and it becomes impossible when he brings his hand down on my ass in a sharp smack.
“That’s it,” he growls, delivering another slap to my other cheek. “Let me hear what I do to you.”
Since I don’t have a pillow to bury my face into since he’s holding my head back it’s impossible to stifle my moans.
“It’s so good,” I gasp.
