Page 85 of Touch Me

“Why?”

“Because you're you. You’re Cassie.” This revelation is easier with my eyes closed.

“I’m more confused than I was a minute ago. What does that mean?”

“Don’t nag me, woman. I’m trying to relax.”

“Fine, I'll let that slide for now, but you’ll pay for that later,” she threatens, and I smile. “Keep your eyes closed and concentrate on the water. Feel where it brushes against your skin. Feel the droplets as they burst and pop next to you. Feel the steam gather on your skin.” Man, she should be a therapist. She can hypnotize anyone with that voice.

“Now, rise up out of the water a little.” I open my eyes, and she’s a little closer, but not too much. Her face has a sheen of steam, and her eyes are blazing hot. “C’mon, just a little, so the water line is around your waist.” I do as she says, putting my knees on the bench so most of my torso is out of the water and my cock just below it. She wades closer. Our eyes are locked, and she’s kneeling between my open legs. “Close your eyes,” she whispers.

“Cassie...”

“Don’t nag, just do it.”

Touché.

There’s a warm rush as water is poured down my shoulder. Her hands dip back in the water and she does it again down the other side. “Just concentrate on the water.” She gently brushes her fingers down my arm—I suck a breath through my teeth and open my eyes. “Close your eyes, it’s just the water,” she says softly, not chastising.

I close my eyes and she pours water down my torso, her fingers following the rush of heat.

“Do that again,” I say to the ceiling, careful not to look down. She gathers more water and repeats the process a few more times, careful not to rush.

“Rise up out of the water a little more.”

I come up out of the water on my knees, my pelvis just above the surface, cock hanging heavy above the water. She gathers more and pours it down my navel, her fingers following the trail of water, and I hiss a breath through my teeth.

“Again,” I urge.

She repeats the process. The water stirs and I think she’s going to do it again but instead her tongue licks a trail from just above my cock up to my navel, and I flinch back.

“It’s just the water, keep your eyes closed,” she says quietly.

I spread my legs wider so she doesn’t brush against my skin. Cassie moves in and licks me again, this time from my navel down. She hovers over me and blows softly on my skin. The heat of her tongue grazes the head of my cock. A long, soft lick. My body jolts from the shock, but I stay put. It's just on the water line, so I can feel the water lapping at my skin. Another lick, this time up the length of me. I keep my head tipped back and eyes on the ceiling.

Her mouth circles the end of my dick and gently sucks. A jolt of electricity rocks my body, and my balls tighten before she backs away. I concentrate on the water bubbling around me. The water stirs as she gathers another handful and it flows down my hips. Then the heat of her mouth encloses the head of my cock and she sucks harder. My hips buck up to meet her, seeking the warmth. She backs away again.

With my head still tipped toward the ceiling, she moves closer. Her mouth engulfs me again, and she takes me to the back of her throat. My legs jerk wider so she doesn’t brush against me, and she drags her mouth away slowly, her tongue moving on the underside of my cock. Instead of backing away, she moves in again. I look down and see my cock buried in her mouth, lips stretched to take all of me.

“Fuck, Cass.”

Her eyes meet mine as she pulls me to the back of her throat again, sucking harder as she retreats. I come up on the balls of my feet, hands braced on the edge of the tub behind me. My hips start to thrust toward her mouth, and we start a slow rhythm. I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s careful not to touch me with anything but her mouth. Her tongue dancing and swirling around me.

My balls are heavy and tight, and a tingling starts at the base of my spine. I pump faster, and Cassie sucks harder. Her tits sway in the water, and her hand dips between her legs. She moans around me, and it sends a humming vibration straight through me. I don’t feel the water anymore. I just feel her, see her.

I increase my pace, and water sloshes over the edge of the tub. A tingling sensation bursts from the base of my spine, wracking my body, and a hot jet bursts in her mouth. She takes me to the back of her throat and swallows around me while I fist her hair, pumping into her, burst after burst, until I come back to myself, spent.

Pulling her off me by her hair, I drop into the water, pushing her until she’s pinned to the opposite side of the tub, water sloshing everywhere. I crash my mouth down on hers and she opens to allow my tongue to move with hers. I taste myself in her mouth.

My hands are on her face but she’s careful not to touch me as I grind my hips into her and her legs come up to wrap around me. It’s jarring at first, and I suck in a breath, but it isn’t unbearable. I wrap an arm around her waist and lift her to grind my hips again.

I pull out of the kiss and look at her. “You did it,” I say with a smile.

“No, you did it. How do you feel? Touching me now?”

“I feel like you’re left wanting.”

“I’m perfectly satisfied with our lesson today,” she grins.

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