Page 101 of Pour Decisions
Then he unceremoniously shoved me under the spray, following me in and hauling me against his body. As water ran in rivulets down my face, I tipped it up to him, and he slanted his lips over mine, his tongue instantly diving in. It was so easy to lose myself in him, in his lips, soft but insistent, his tongue brushing against my own, swirling it in a way that reminded me exactly what he could do with it further south.
Skating his hands up my sides, he cupped my breasts, massaging them, his thumbs flicking over my nipples. I moaned into his mouth.
“I haven’t given these perfect tits enough attention this weekend,” he groaned, dropping his forehead to mine to stare between us.
“You’ve got time now,” I said saucily.
Owen growled and backed up, jerking his head at the built-in bench off to one side.
“Sit down. Feet tucked under you.”
Anticipation danced along my skin as I did what he asked.
Once in position, the discomfort as my ankle bones ground into the tile was forgotten as he approached. His thick cock jutted obscenely from his body, and I would forever marvel at his size. I still wasn’t entirely sure how it fit inside me, but god I loved the way it did. The snugness, that burn as he first pushed inside giving way to pleasure that blanketed my limbs when I acclimated.
He was perfection, from the tips of his mid-length hair to the long toes on his giant feet.
Yeah, I didn’t think I was into feet either, but I was intoeverythingwhen it came to Owen Lawless.
“Push them together, Whiskey,” he said gruffly, his hand slowly sliding up and down his length.
It dawned on me then what he intended, and I cupped the outsides of my breasts, shoving them together as he neared. Right in front of me, he tapped his head against my lips and said, “Give it a kiss.”
My tongue flicked out instantly, licking up the precum that had beaded in the slit, then swirling it around the crown for good measure.
“Gonna fuck that mouth one of these days,” he said absently. “But right now, I want to fuck these tits.”
I sat up straighter, arching my back to push my chest out, and Owen slapped each boob with his cock before we maneuvered to settle it in my cleavage. I pushed them tighter together, trapping him, and he groaned, his hand coming to my hair.
With jerky movements, Owen slid his cock up and down between my tits, his eyes closing and head dropping back as I let him use me. Heat pooled in my core, my clit throbbing, and I shifted, seeking friction I couldn’t find.
His shaft was deeply flushed, veins popping and throbbing, and I knew he was close. I wanted him to come like this, to paint my neck and my chin.
But he pulled away.
“Not yet, baby,” he said when I made a noise of protest. “Need to come inside you.”
He roughly lifted me to standing, my feet tingling as blood rushed back to them. Then he bent and hooked his forearms behind my knees, easily hauling me up and backing me into theshower wall. I was spread wide, couldn’t move my legs with his strong arms holding me open.
“Put it in,” he said and shifted his pelvis away from mine enough for me to grab him and notch his head at my entrance.
He pushed inside in a quick pulse, and I cried out at the intrusion, my head falling back against the tile.
He’d barely begun moving and already my vision was hazy. Through heavily lidded eyes, I watched him, his head bent to study the way he slipped in and out of me, water pounding his back, his hair soaking and plastered to his cheeks.
The juxtaposition of the cool tile against my back and the heat of the water and Owen’s body at my front had every nerve ending in my body lighting, my release gathering dangerously fast.
It didn’t take much to get us there. Owen’s pace was relentless as he slammed into me over and over, chasing the release he’d already denied himself once. I wanted to come with him, so I anchored one hand at the base of his neck, holding on for dear life as I slipped my fingers between us and rubbed my clit rapidly.
We came in unison, Owen’s movements turning jerky as he pumped through it, my hand clinging to him, leaving gouges with my nails in his shoulder as I screamed his name, the tile echoing it back at us.
Breathing roughly through our noses, Owen and I collided in a sloppy kiss, all tongue and teeth, desperately clinging to the connection as long as we could.
When our hearts slowed, he shifted out and set me down.
And as if he hadn’t just fucked my tits and destroyed my pussy, he grabbed a washcloth from the little stand outside the shower and lathered it with body wash, gently soaping up my entirebody, caressing me. There was nothing sexual about it, simply a good man taking care of his girl.
I appreciated the sweetness more, somehow, than the sinful version of him that had taken me against the wall minutes before.
