loofa against my chest, Astrid having added fresh body wash to it, as it lathers against my skin. I let her have her way, familiarizing herself with my big body as she works it down my abs then over my arms, but my eyebrows lift in surprise when she drops the loofa to the tiled floor with a plop, and she lifts her eyes to mine as she starts using her bare hands instead.
I groan in pleasure at the little smile that pulls at her pillowy lips as she runs her fingers through the short, soft hairs covering the wide expanse of my chest that lead over my stomach before thinning out past my belly button, her palms then gliding upward to feel the V of muscle that end at my obliques. I want to shut my eyes and absorb her touch, memorize it so I can replay it and dissect every second of it when I’m alone, but I can’t look away. I can’t stop watching the little microexpressions that play over her beautiful face with every new discovery she makes on my body.
She likes my nipples.
She wants to ask about the scar at my ribs.
She wonders about the tattoo on my chest.
She’s aroused by the definition of my muscles.
She’s worried by the power of my biceps.
She’s slightly afraid of the place between my thumb and my forefinger.
She loves… my cock.
I groan when she takes it into her hand, her fingertips unable to meet her thumb as she encircles it.
She’s excited by the girth, wondering if she can take it, if it’ll hurt.
She’s astounded by the length… making me feel pretty fucking great about myself.
She’s mesmerized by the precum that leaves the very tip, and she runs her thumb back and forth across the head, making me lock my knees so I don’t fall to them.
She’s curious about the ridge just beneath the crown, as if she’s never felt a circumcised cock in her hand before.
And then she’s lowering… lowering to her knees, and I think she’s just wanting to explore my legs, but she never lets go of my cock. And then she’s leaning forward, her face closing in on the tip she holds parallel with her mouth. And I have to stop her. I must stop her. I don’t want to, but I can’t let her—
“Wait.” My voice is desperate. Hoarse. And she looks up at me from her knees. My cock looking obscene in her little hand. But her eyes. God her eyes are an ocean during a hurricane. She wants me. She wants me in her mouth so badly. “Lean back just a second, baby,” I order gently, and she listens. She follows my soft command so perfectly. And I reach out to the dial and change the rain shower to the waterfall setting, the water forming a wall between us so I can’t see her face, but I feel her hand, still holding my cock as I quickly rinse all the body wash from my skin. And she twists her hand along my shaft, making my knees buckle and a growl of need burst out of me before I catch myself and stand strong once again.
She clears the body wash from my taut flesh, then I switch the dial back to rain shower once more.
She looks at me in question. You ready now? her eyes ask.
Fuck yes, mine respond.
And then my crown is between those plump fucking lips, and I feel her tongue trace along the ridge like her fingers had. Exploring, discovering, and by the little moan in the back of her throat, liking what she’s uncovered and claiming it as hers.
She sucks me deeper, and my hand goes to the back of her hair. “Mm-mm,” she denies, shaking her head but never pulling my dick from her mouth. I take the hint and remove my hand, moving it around to the front instead to cup her cheek, feeling it go hollow in my palm as she sucks harder and looks up at me.
Like this? her eyes prompt.
“Just like that,” I encourage.
Am I doing good? they pray.
“So fucking good, goddess,” I praise, and she closes her eyes in relief and takes me to the back of her throat.
“Fuuuck,” I groan, and her eyes snap open once more. But not in worry. There’s no fear in them that she did something bad. She heard it clear in the deep rumble that left me that it’s so fucking perfect what she’s doing to me. No,