her body.
Just the thought had my cock hardening all over again. I knew I needed to back off a little, to give her body a break. She was little. I wasn’t. And I’d already been in her three times.
I finished the water and tossed aside the empty plastic and reached for another one to carry over to Rachel, when I felt her hands snake around my bare middle.
The water bottle fell onto the floor and I covered her exploring hands with mine. The edge of her teeth sank into one of the muscles in my back, and all thoughts of giving her a break went wherever the hell all my memories were.
Pulling back, she turned me around and pushed me back against the wall. The button on my trousers was undone, and she slipped her fingers down beneath the waistband and tangled into the short, rough curls there.
I growled, a primitive sound, and watched her with slit eyes.
Her free hand grabbed my hip and pulled my pelvis forward, arching me away from the wall, giving herself better access.
And then she sank down to her knees.
Because of the way I was leaning, she was the perfect height.
Her eyes gleamed naughtily when she slipped both her hands into my belt loops and tugged the fabric down away from my hips. My cock sprang out eagerly, and she laughed.
“You don’t get tired, do you?” she asked, wrapping her hand around my girth and giving it a squeeze. I moaned, my hips jutting out toward her just a little bit more.
I reached down and took a handful of her hair, loving the way it felt against my palm. “Not when it comes to you, sweetheart,” I drawled.
Rachel didn’t say anything else, but she put her mouth to damn good use. Her full lips were warm and welcoming as they slid over my rock-hard rod, sheathing me in silky moisture. My hands tangled farther into the long strands (the pigtails were long abandoned) and held on to her head. I didn’t need to guide her, though, because she was like a freaking blowjob expert. Her lips provided the perfect amount of pressure, and she slid up and down with the perfect amount of speed. Occasionally, she would speed up or slow down and the anticipation of what she would do next was practically killing me.
Rachel made a sound and deep-throated me. The vibration of the back of her throat tickled the tip of my cock, and I jerked, practically ready to explode into her mouth.
But I held it back. I wasn’t ready for this pleasure to end. I wanted more.
Her hands moved away and slid down my thighs, raking over the fabric and then back up again. The way her fingers dug into the muscles on the sides of my hips and then took me fully into her mouth made me moan and my head thrash back and forth against the wall.
My knees began to shake and I leaned a little heavier against the wall. “Rachel,” I moaned as she continued to move.
One of her hands finally came back, wrapping around the base of my cock and holding it out firmly. Her pace quickened, taking me deep, so fucking deep, and then drawing back only to do it all over again.
My hands left her hair and I twisted my arms, flattening my palms against the wall behind me. In a moment of unabashed desire, I thrust out, gliding into her mouth with force. Rachel accepted me greedily and gripped my hips, letting me pound into her, setting my own pace.
The way my cock was jerking and throbbing, I knew an explosive orgasm was on its way. My breaths came out in short gasps as I panted, occasionally groaning her name.
My entire body went rigid, stiffening like I was made of concrete as my hot seed spurted into her mouth. All I could hear was the blood pounding in my veins. All I could feel was the way she was milking every last drop from inside me and drinking it down like it was the best fucking thing she’d ever tasted.
Even after my body sagged limp against the wall, she continued to suck, gentling her strokes and drawing out several aftershocks from my body to completely drain me.
When she was done, she gave one last strong suck and then pulled back, flicking her tongue over the end of my cock, and smiled.
There wasn’t a word I could have spoken. A sound I could have made. I