And with that, I thrust into her on one stroke, knowing she was more than ready. Grinding against her to root, I appreciated the beauty of her piercing. Because of it, I was able to give her pleasure on her clit and her G-spot at the same time. I used both to my advantage until she was absolutely begging.
“Trevor. Please.”
I wasn’t one to withhold an orgasm, so I made her topple over the edge. But I wasn’t done. Not by far. Instead, I lifted her hips and proceeded to pound into her without pause, taking her over two more times before I let myself go.
Collapsing on her, I realized we were both panting and drenched in sweat.
She spoke first. “We may need that shower after all, but walking might not happen for a while.”
I took that as a compliment. I popped out of bed, disposed of the condom, and went back for her. Hoisting her over my shoulder so I could have her delectable ass in front of me, I couldn’t resist giving her a swat as I walked into the bathroom.
“Hey, caveman. Let me down.”
I did so, slowly, letting her slide down my front before capturing her face for another kiss. I remained hard for her. Painfully so. When she dropped to her knees, I had to literally grip the vanity to keep myself from losing it on the first touch.
“So much for the shower, huh?”
“Mm. Guess I couldn’t wait.”
Whatever I’d been about to say died on my lips the moment hers swallowed me whole. “Fuck, Emma.”
She wasn’t gentle, but I loved it, even when her teeth scraped along my length in a playful reminder I was dabbling with fire. Suddenly, I didn’t care if I got burned. I was a willing participant who’d gladly walk into the flames to have more of her.
When her tongue licked up my balls, it was all I could do to avoid completely blowing right then and there. But she wasn’t done. And I realized playing it cool might not be possible.