Page 84 of Our Little Cliche
I stand, moving to the opposite side of the bath. Her eyes open, tracing my movements as I pull her leg from the water. The bubbles have mostly faded now, allowing me to see every part of her actions on that beautiful pussy from this angle. I soap up one leg before noting that she’s starting to work herself a little too hastily, losing her focus. “Take your time, baby.”
“It’s not easy with you looking at me like that,” she pants.Oh, I know, my love.Since I first made her cum for me on my living room floor as I watched, it’s safe to say that it has been an ongoing kink for us. “Can I see it?”
I don’t expect her pleading request, but I digress, lowering her leg before unbuttoning my pants. I nudge them past my length, allowing it to stand at attention for her gaze.
“Mmm, and your shirt?”
This woman…
This damn woman.
I can’t help the way my mouth curls, drawn to the spark of confidence lighting up her eyes. “Anything for you, angel.” I waste no time prying my shirt over my head.
“Now you can wash out my shampoo, please…” Her tone is playful, as if she’s toying with the idea of being in charge. Even though she’s been in control this whole time.
“Fuck. I don’t know, but I think I like this being ordered around business,”
“Oh… Really?”
“Mhmm,” I murmur, holding the back of her head for support as she lowers it. She keeps working her clit while my fingers thread her hair under the water to rinse it, and I repeat the same process with conditioner, working the silky goodness into the tips, up to the mid lengths of her golden locks.
Holly turns around again to face me, her face now inches from my length.Shit. Completely incapable of resisting, I barely give it a second thought—my cock finds its way to heropenandwaitingmouth.
Her lips lock a tight, needy grip around me, sending me into a fog of ecstasy. I groan, desperate for my release but also more of what she’s doing. “Fuck, Holly,”
She breaks to speak. “Give me more.”
Challenge accepted.
I fuck the back of Holly’s throat like her life depends on it, letting my brain misfire as I watch her struggle for a breath. She could pull back if she wanted to, but it’s quite clear she likes being oxygen deprived given the amount of pressure she’s leaning into me to take the hits.
After a beat I pull out, getting into the bath with her. “Here, sit back on me,” I plead, grabbing her waist. She grabs the edge of the bath to lower herself onto me, whimpering with a combination of pleasure and pain as I swell inside her pussy. I halt instantly, not wanting to hurt her. “Are you okay, my love?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
“Mhmm, keep going.” Once again I’m fighting the urge to cum here and now with her breathy moans pleasing my ears. I don’t expect Holly to reach back and grab my hand to guide me to her neck. “Please. I want to… try it.”
I understand the instruction immediately, so I press my thumb and index finger against her carotid arteries, and squeeze. “Goddam,” I pant, using the pressure to shove more of me into her. “I fucking love how much you need me.”
Her restricted noises blare, piercing the air around us. I can feel her pulse pounding against the pads of my fingers as she reaches the tip of her climax. Reaching my free hand around her curves, I find her clit and stimulate it gently.
“Oh, fu—” Holly wails, but my grip around her throat tightens, cutting her off mid moan. “Mhh!” she pushes out the moan and I know that it’s the right amount of pressure.
Fuck, I’m going to….
“Cum for me, baby.” I just get the words out before pouring my silk into her. Holly quickly follows, clamping around me as she works my cock into her own orgasm.
I release my hands from her body to cradle her against my chest. We lay like this in the water until it turns stone cold, neither of us caring enough to leave this spot. The both of us happily amalgamated.
“I think we’re going to need a shower after that…” Holly says with an almost exhausted giggle. “It’s a shame, I like this smell. It’s like a tattoo.A branding.” Her words are almost defeated as ifthiswill never happen again. For some reason that unsettles me.
You are mine now. I am never letting you leave me.
Not ever.
“Well if that’s the case, then I can tattoo you anytime you want, my love.” I kiss her neck probably too many times, but at this point in time I can’t get enough of her taste on my lips—and really, is too many smooches ever really too many?
