Page 123 of Pucking the Team
My robe fell away, and I hadn’t even noticed him undoing it.
“Come on, shower time.” He took my hand and led me to the en suite.
The shower was huge and the jet of water warm and strong.
Eduardo stepped in, the water glistening on his skin and his cock hardening.
I followed, my hand still in his.
“We should just stop time and stay here forever,” he said, tugging me close and under the water.
We kissed, and our faces became wet, streams and rivulets pouring on our heads and over our noses and off our chins. My pussy fluttered as his cock pressed between us—solid and dense and demanding but also patient.
I traced his back, over the roped muscles and into the gutter of his spine. His ass cheeks were taut and high, and I flattened my palms over them, giving a good squeeze.
He moaned softly and did the same to me.
My heart rate picked up; his touch was electric.
“Ma choue.”His kisses spread to my neck.
A wonderful quiver of need went through me, and I reached between our bodies for his cock.
It was hot and slick, and when I grasped it firmly, he stiffened further in my fist.
“Ah,oui,yes, touch me,” he murmured, his head falling back, face to the water.
For a moment, I marveled at his beauty, at his perfect face, and then I kissed his neck, the hollow of his throat, and then the round of his shoulder.
I fondled his cock, rubbing my thumb around the rim, and then over his slit.
A full-body tremble attacked him, and he locked his knees.
The sense of dominance I had, owning his pleasure, sent new waves of excitement washing through me.
I dipped lower, nibbling on first his right nipple and then his left.
“Pippa.” His hand tangled in my hair.
My mouth watered to taste him, and I sank to my knees, coming face to face with his big dark cock. I ached to explore and touch him, do everything to him.
“Are you going to…?” he asked, his fingers tugging my hair roots.
“If you want me to?”
“Does the Pope pray?”
I took that to be a yes and opened my mouth and took his cock between my lips. I stroked over his slit with my tongue and cupped his balls.
“Merde, that is so good.” His body tensed, and he rested back on the shower wall just behind him. “Ahoui, more…”
I gave it, sinking onto him as the water streamed over me, wetting his cock and my face. I kept my lips a tight circle over the smooth surface of his shaft.
He groaned, the sound mixing with the splashing water.
I wanted to make him come. I wanted to feel him lost to pleasure for a few exquisite moments. Pleasure I was in charge of.
With a steady pace, I brought him closer and closer. I used my hands to fondle and caress and my tongue to draw moans of longing from him.
