Page 68 of Silent Count
I brush my fingers from his chest down to his cock, making goose bumps appear on his skin. When I wrap my hand around him, he breaks the kiss and sucks in a breath.
“Let’s get in the shower.” I release him and take his hand, and we step into the shower together.
I stand under the water first, letting it rain down my body, and he trails the water with his fingers, tracing every curve. With my hair completely wet now, I twist it and tuck it into a bun at the top of my head. Then I reach over to the body wash and squirt some in my hand.
Opening his palm, I wipe the body wash into his hand. “Wash me.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He rubs his hands together to spread it evenly, and then he starts at my shoulders and moves down to my breasts. He takes both breasts in his hands and squeezes. “Perfect handful.”
His gaze meets mine, and he has a devilish grin. He massages my breasts, paying special attention to my pebbled nipples, pinching and tugging on them, which only turns me on even more.
My breathing is getting faster with every pull. I slide my hands up his sides, then down to his waist and around to his butt, bringing him in closer to me. “Do you like washing me?”
Who is this breathy siren?
He nods, smile widening on his face. “It might just be my new favorite thing. Everything about you turns me on, but touching you like this makes me feel like I’m gonna lose control.”
“You’re doing so good, making me clean and turning me on. Getting me ready for your thick cock.” I move one of my hands around to take hold of his erection at the base and start to slide my hand up and down.
“Fuck, baby. You can’t say things like that and expect me to make it to the main event.” His hand moves from my breast to my center, cupping me and sliding his middle finger through my folds. Then he pushes his finger inside of me as he bends down to kiss me.
Our tongues tangle, and then I suck on his tongue, making him groan. I turn us in the water, still moving my hand up and down his shaft, making it so he’s standing under the spray. I break the kiss to let the water run over him, and with his hand that’s not pumping into my pussy, he wipes the water from his face and brushes back his hair. Why that’s so sexy, I don’t know, but it fucking is.
I look down at his cock, and for a second, I worry I won’t be able to fit my mouth over him. But I’m going to try anyway because I absolutely need to taste him. And I’m kind of mad at myself for not doing this sooner. So, I drop to my knees and look up at him.
“Oh shit. Baby, you don’t need to do that.” He cups my chin and tilts it up so I’m looking at him. “I mean, I’m not gonna stop you.” He laughs. “But you don’t have to.”
“I know I don’t have to. I want to. Desperately.” I slide my hand down to his base and tilt his cock toward my mouth and run my tongue over the tip, then circle his thick crown.
He groans and thrusts into my mouth, like he can’t control it. “Fuck me, that feels so good.”
Bo is long and thick, and I’m not sure how deep I’ll be able to take him. But I wrap my lips around the head and stretch my mouth as wide as I can to get around him, then work my way down as far as I can, which isn’t very far. Then he thrusts into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, making me choke and my eyes water.
He hears me choke and starts to pull out of my mouth, but I stop him with my other hand on his ass, holding him in place. I look up at him through my lashes and shake my head as much as I can, letting him know I don’t plan to stop.
So, he grabs hold of the twisted knot on the top of my head and pulls my hair just enough to make me moan around his dick. The sting of the pull surprisingly goes straight to my pussy.
I drop my hand from his ass and bring my fingers to my center, rubbing my clit in the same tempo that I’m pumping his cock. I’m soaked—and not just from the water of the shower. My mouth barely goes past his crown, so I take short, shallow pulls on his head, and I can feel him as he twitches in my hand.
He continues to fuck my mouth as I suck, both hands on top of my head, holding me in place. My eyes are watering, and I can feel the saliva dripping out of my mouth, but I don’t stop. His hips start to piston a little faster, and then he abruptly pulls his dick out of my mouth.
“I need to finish inside you.” He bends slightly and pulls me up from under my arms. He kisses me quickly, then turns me around to face the wall. “Get ready, baby, I’m going hard.”
I put my hands on the tiles and look over my shoulder at him and smile. He has a feral look on his face as his eyes roam overmy body. I spread my legs as his hands run down my back to my butt. He squeezes, then spreads my cheeks apart. One of his thumbs presses on my tight hole. I’ve never been taken there, and I don’t think that’s the plan right now because I think I’d need a whole lotta prep work to go there with his size. But I can’t deny that the pressure of it feels kinda … good.
With his other hand, he takes his cock and runs the head through my center to my opening. Without hesitation, he pushes in, all the way to the hilt, making me gasp. “You ready, baby?”
I nod and push my hips into him. “Fuck me, Bo.”
He pulls out slowly, his hand holding his erection as he withdraws, then slams back into me, hard. When he pulls back again, he comes out completely, then puts his thumb that was pressing on my other hole inside my pussy, pumping, soaking it with my arousal. He replaces his thumb with his dick, and the pressure on my ass is there again. This time, his thumb breaks through the barrier of the opening.
It’s sort of an odd feeling, but also really fucking hot. It’s almost a sensation overload actually. His dick is sliding in and out, and his thumb is pumping in and out of my ass. I feel full in the very best way. I push against his dick and thumb, forcing them both deeper, and moan.
He grabs my hair again and pulls my head back and thrusts faster. The need to touch him overwhelms me, so I move one hand to his thigh, feeling the muscles in his leg flex as we fuck. My grip tightens on him as my orgasm hits me in a rush.
Bo lets go of my hair and removes his thumb, then grabs my waist, squeezing as he pumps faster into me, chasing his orgasm. He yells out as he comes, “You feel so good, baby. Holy fuck!”
With one last thrust, he releases inside of me. He pulls me up so my back is against his chest, and he wraps his arms around my waist. His lips find my neck, and he kisses me reverently, his breathing evening out.
