Page 132 of Two Guys, a Girl, and a Tripod

I pull the shirt all the way off and toss it to the bathroom floor. It lands with a loud, wet splat.

“You want to be in charge?” Miles asks. “Want me to be your good boy?” His throat works hard to swallow before he takes a deep breath. “Tell me what to do. Tell me how to please you,” he begs.

His words send a throbbing need straight to my cunt and I have to fight the urge to squeeze my thighs together.

“What are you waiting for? You can’t support me while I’m wearing this.”

A small laugh escapes Miles’ nose, but he twists until he’s on his knees. Slowly, his hands rise up the sides of my legs, sending tingles throughout my entire body and ending in my lower belly. Goosebumps follow his touch as he breaches the surface of the water. When his hands brush the bottom hem of my shorts where they stick to my thighs, his gaze flicks to mine.

“Pull them off.”

He swallows, his jaw clenching, and he grips the shorts between his fingers. I swat his hand away lightly.

“Ah, ah, ah,” I chide, tapping my bottom lip. “With your mouth.”

“Sophie,” Miles groans, reaching for me again. This time I slap his hand away harder.

“I said use your mouth.”

His jaw works like he wants to fight me as they stick to my skin, but the desire to submit wins out. Miles drops his eyes to the bottom of my shorts and leans forward. His tongue makes contact with my thigh first, licking up until it slips beneath the fabric. The move allows him to take it between his teeth.

He pulls slowly, the wet shorts fighting him. He reaches for the other side to help and I swat his hand away again, earning a grunt of frustration. The shorts budge, slipping an inch at a time down my legs until they’re too lopsided to keep moving.

Miles lets go of the lower side and raises his head to repeat the process on the other. I watch with a grin. As I’m slowly revealed to him, Miles moans and when the shorts hit the water, I allow him to use his hands again. He leans forward to press his lips to my thighs. My fingers slide into his hair, but I keep my grip gentle to allow him to continue to move.

With the shorts below the water, I step out of them. Miles’ hands are on my thighs in the next moment, but I’m unsure of what to do. What to orderhimto do. I rarely take control except on camera and that’s planned out in advance.

“Sit on the side of the tub,” Miles says softly, offering a suggestion rather than giving a command. “Legs up on the shelves, there.”

He indicates indentations in the corners of the tub. I back up another step and sit on the edge, the cold surface sending yet another shiver through me. Once my feet are in place, Miles smiles, waiting.

My confidence is back.

“Crawl to me, pretty boy.”

“I don’t care what you call me, honey. As long as you let me taste that incredible cunt.”

Miles leans forward, approaching me on his hands and knees with his gaze trained on his target. I’m already dripping for him. He stops just short of placing his mouth on me, waiting for explicit instructions.

I run a hand through his curls and grip hard, angling his head up.

“Eat this pussy like it’s your last meal,” I order. “I want to come all over your face and scream your name doing it. Think you can make that happen?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He winks before, quite literally, diving forward to devour me.

“Fuck!” I scream when Miles shoves his tongue as deep as possible.

He licks and laps and sucks and tastes every part of me, the sensations overwhelming. The man likes his worship. Closing his mouth over my clit, he swirls his tongue around it, causing me to twitch as an orgasm hovers just out of reach.

“Use your fingers,” I breathe.

It doesn’t really sound like an order, but he obeys, using three fingers immediately and forcing another curse from my lips. I let go of his hair to support myself as I throw my head back against the wall, moaning with abandon. The waves of pleasure are closing in, about to drown me. Miles growls into my pussy and the vibrations send me over the cliff with a hoarse cry.

He doesn’t stop, continuing to attack with mouth and fingers while my brain absolutely melts inside my head. Even when I begin to come down, he continues until I grab his hair again and pull him off.

“Stop,” I pant. “Stop.”

He opens his mouth and breathes out a laugh before licking his bottom lip. We both continue to gulp down air and I mirror his laughter. He grips my ankles gently and stares up at me.

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