My dick is becoming a serious problem.
It used to be a piece of my anatomy that laid low and didn’t cause any issues. I would almost go as far as to say I had admirable control over it.
Not anymore.
The moment Lacey gives me a lingering glance or brushes my skin with her fingers, it’s game over. I have absolutely no control when it comes to my flower, and evidently, my dick feels the same way.
The hot water pounding against my back is doing nothing to help the boner I am currently rocking. I can’t tear my eyes offthe bubbles dripping down Lacey’s naked body, the pink buds of her nipples pretty enough to draw.
The stiffness in her posture quickly snaps me back to reality. Making a hasty retreat, I’m about to crank the water temperature to cold when Lacey reaches out and stops me.
“Don’t go.” Her fingers wrap around my arm and she tugs me closer.
The problem with being the same height is it means our bodies align perfectly. All it would take is one shift and I would slip right between her legs.
My dick throbs at the thought.
Lacey slides her hands around my neck and smiles. That’s all she does and yet it feels like she just took my heart and ran it over with a freight train.
“Flower.” I whisper, wishing I didn’t feel so out of control, “I really want to kiss you right now.”
“Then kiss me.”
She doesn’t have to tell me twice.
Leaning forward, I run my tongue along her bottom lip, licking off the water droplets before pressing my lips to hers. Her nails dig into my neck as she pulls me closer, the pointed end of my erection pressing into the soft tissue of her stomach.
She’s so soft I can’t stand it.
The wet slide of her tongue meets mine and a strangled sound escapes me. Shampoo runs down my back, the soapy texture coating Lacey’s hands as she marks my body with her fingertips.It feels like she’s lighting me on fire, the teasing dance of her purple fingernails igniting the fibres holding me together.
My hands weave into her wet hair, pulling her mouth closer so I can taste every inch of it. She bites down on my bottom lip and my hips jut forward, thrusting without my consent.
I pull away to apologize, but Lacey is already sliding her soapy hand between us and squeezing me gently. My brain stops working as her hand slides up and down my shaft, learning everything there is to know about the most irrational part of my body.
“Can you show me what you like?”
Lacey looks at me from under wet lashes and my legs almost give out from beneath me. Her green eyes are glowing against rosy cheeks, her naked body flushed with heat marks and the lingering trails of shampoo.
She’s a living, breathing masterpiece. A breathtaking combination of darkness and kindness that I will never find in one perfect person again.
“Yeah.”
Swallowing hard, I reach down and wrap my hand around hers, guiding her hand back up and twisting at the top. A groan slips out when Lacey’s fingers brush the sensitive underside of my tip, her grip tightening as we work to get me off.
I bury my face in her neck as the pace picks up, keeping my free hand pressed against the wall to keep us from slipping on the wet tiles. My balls are tightening with a pending orgasm, but I’m not the only one breathing heavily.
Lacey’s erect nipples rub against my chest on every inhale and the noises she’s making are enough to convince me she’s as turned on as I am.
I thrust into her grip, letting her take the lead as my hand trails down to the dark triangle between her legs. Water is the world’s worst lubricant, but that doesn’t stop me from feeling the slickness coating her upper thighs.
She’s fucking soaked.
The realization has me coming faster than I would have liked, my hips thrusting feverishly as her hand continues to pump. My whole body shudders as the orgasm hits, my come shooting out to coat the soft skin of her stomach.
I’m expecting her to shriek and pull away, but all she does is pull me close. I can feel the sticky residue between us, but it doesn’t take away from the feeling of being held.
From the feeling of being seen.