Page 112 of Fierce-Matt
She laughed but grabbed the soap and ran her hands over his back, his ass and down the back of his legs.
When he turned to rinse off, his dick was standing firm.
“Guess you’re not as tired as you complained you were,” she said.
“I’m in a shower with a naked woman who was rubbing her hands all over my body. I’m tired but not dead.”
“Let’s see if I can wear you out then,” she said, dropping to her knees in front of him.
He wasn’t given much more of a warning before her mouth closed over him, her hands moving to his balls to massage.
She was doing more licking than sucking and he found the light feather touch more arousing than anything they’d done in the past.
Her tongue had the barest of contact on the tip of his dick. If he wasn’t watching her motions, he might not be aware it was happening with the water and the heat in the shower.
But there she was, on her knees, lapping him up as if she was catching a fragile drop from him she wanted to savor all night long.
She glanced up. “Are you enjoying this?”
“Very much,” he said.
“Hang on then.”
“What?”
She went down deep and sucked hard.
Jesus!
It was as if she found another gear and hit the gas as she was passing every other step to get to the end.
Her head was bobbing up and down, the messy bun on her head wobbling side to side, stray strands falling everywhere.
He wanted to tell her to slow down, but he was positive she wouldn’t listen.
When her fist wrapped around his cock to match the rhythm of her mouth, he knew he was done.
“Anya,” he said. His voice was harsh in his ears. “You need to stop soon.”
She shook her head as he expected she would.
He gave her a warning and it was the best he could do.
His legs were shaking. He was on the verge of something major. Something deep.
Whatever energy he’d built cooling off in the shower was going to be sapped.
Her other hand cupped his balls. He was done. He shot straight into her mouth, his jaw tight, his fist clenched.
She didn’t slow down. Didn’t stop. Didn’t spit anything out.
She swallowed and then swallowed some more, sucking the entire time.
He actually slumped against the wall to gather himself.
Anya let go of him and sat back on her heels.
Her arms went up in the air, a smile filled her face. “Victory is mine!”
