Page 71 of Rescued by the Single Dad

She allowed him to undress her, then he finished undressing himself and carried her into the bathroom. Balancing her on one arm, he leaned into the rainfall steam shower and turned on the water. They spent their time waiting for the water to heat by kissing. Then he stepped inside, closing the glass door. Gooseflesh sprinted across her skin as the steam enveloped them. Gently—because he was always so gentle with her—he set her down on the bench.

Everything in the shower was tiled, and there was even a convenient ledge for shampoo bottles and body wash that ran around the entire perimeter.

Sinking to his knees as the water cascaded down over him, beading on his eyelashes and his puckered nipples, he took her left leg and carefully rested her heel on the ledge, spreading her wide. He did the same with the right foot on the other side until she was open for him.

Vulnerable.

In this position, the water droplets felt marvelous on her center. Like a continuous but also sporadic massage on her clit that had her lower belly tingling and her pussy throbbing.

She bit her lip and watched as he leaned forward and kissed each inner thigh, then rubbed the scruff of his chin along the same spot his lips had just been.

There was no controlling the groan that rumbled up from her chest, no controlling the fluttering in her belly when he trailed his tongue up the inside of her thigh, while tipping his gaze to hers, watching her reaction. Watching her unravel.

When his lips first encircled her clit, she released a deep sigh and sunk backward against the wet wall, allowing it to hold her up as her bones became mush.

He sucked.

She gasped.

He sucked harder.

She whimpered.

Her fingers found their way into his hair and she held him in place against her, just like that. What he was doing was perfect.

Or at least she thought it was perfection until the man outdid himself and pushed his tongue into her cleft and fucked her with it.

Her pussy spasmed as he plunged his tongue in and out of her like it was his cock. His nose brushed her clit and flickers of bliss sparkled out from her center and into her belly and chest.

Her hips wanted to move. She wanted to buck into his face, ride it like it was really his cock, but she also didn’t want to suffocate the man.

He removed his tongue and replaced it with two fingers, gently easing them inside her and curling the tips until he found the sweet spot.

His lips reclaimed her clit, but instead of sucking, he began to rub perfect little circles around it. She couldn’t stop herself anymore and bucked into his face, holding onto his hair and letting every single sensation consume her.

Hedging a glance down at him, she was shocked to see that his eyes were open, and he was watching her. The lids were hooded; the pupils were enormous, and even though his mouth was otherwise occupied, she knew the moment he smiled. And it was a devious smile. A smile born of triumph. He could tell that she was close, and he was determined to get her there.

Instinct had her wanting to tip her head back against the wall and close her eyes as the storm of the orgasm brewed inside of her. But something about Clint watching her created a foreign sensation inside her chest. One that both spooked and excited her. Even though he was the one giving her pleasure, the intimacy and vulnerability of being watched this way was surreal. He was a voyeur and yet he wasn’t, because he was also part of it. She couldn’t quite put her finger on all of it, but watching him watch her turned her on unlike ever before. She liked it. It was hot, and she could tell that he liked that she was making eye contact with him back.

With his free hand, he reached up into his hair and grabbed her right hand, then he swapped out his fingers for his tongue again, fucking her pussy once more, only to take his fingers and hers and put them on her clit. He started to rub it with both their fingers together, having hers guide his.

Their eyes found each other again, and his sexy smile was back as he worked his tongue in and out of her. The climax started to build at an even greater speed. Her clit swelled beneath their fingertips and throbbed like it had a pulse of its own.

Everything was slippery, and her grip on his hair tightened.

She kept closing her eyes on instinct and had to remind herself more than once to open them again.

She opened them just as the orgasm hit. It took every ounce of extra energy and brain power she had to stay focused on Clint. But she did, and it just made the climax that much stronger. Watching the flare of triumph in his blue eyes as she came undone across his tongue and in front of him. As they worked together to get her there.

Euphoria rippled out from her center, into her limbs, her chest and right down to her toes. Her nipples became tight points, and she wished she had more hands so she could tug on them, relieve the achy need and heighten her own experience with a slight snap of pain.

She was out of breath and boneless when the climax receded. Slumping against the wall, she released his hair and together, he lifted their hands from between her legs. His tongue was the last thing to move, pulling free of her pussy.

The water still fell down around them, dripping off his hair and lashes as he stood up. All the glass was fogged up now and when she looked into his eyes, still in her open posture, it was impossible not to grin like a freshly fucked idiot.

Her smile grew even bigger when she glanced down slightly to her eye level and found his cock, standing tall, hard and silky smooth, right in front of her.

Reaching for it, she pulled him—gently—forward enough so she could take him into her mouth.

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