she begins rubbing her hand firmly over my cock that’s currently really uncomfortable in these tight, wet trousers. The friction is mind-blowing, and I fear I might relieve myself too quickly, so I reach under her top and unclasp her bra. It’s strapless, so with one quick tug, it drops instantly to the shower floor. When I look back at her through the water and see her pert nipples sticking out through the black fabric, I nearly come undone for a whole other reason.
“Fuck,” I say, cupping her petite breasts and dipping my head to her left nipple. I bite it firmly through the fabric, sucking through the water as she cries out, clutching my head to her chest. I slip my other hand beneath the fabric and cup her bare breast, reveling in the sensation of her hard nipple against my palm and fingertips. My cock weeps against the seam of my trousers, but I’m determined to give Tilly what she gave me earlier this week.
I stand back up, my hands shaping over all of her curves and stopping at the button on her jeans. My voice is low and drenched with arousal when I murmur, “I want to taste you, Tilly.”
She puffs a loud breath of air, gripping the glass shower door as she nods slowly, her lips parted, hair stuck to the sides of her face. God, she’s fucking stunning.
“Lose this,” she croaks. Grabbing the hem of my shirt, she pulls it over my head, and it flops in a soaked heap onto the tiled floor. Then I work on getting her jeans off while her hands skate greedily over my muscles. She’s wearing a blue lace thong that I would normally admire, but right now, I’m craving the taste of her more than even that bloody cannoli I rambled on about earlier.
I press her back to the cool tile wall, hearing a loud hiss from her as I kneel and stare at her bare pussy dripping wet before me. I grip her leg and prop it on my shoulder before my mouth descends, taking a long, luxurious sweep of her centre.
“Santino,” she cries loudly as her hand grips my wet hair, and I assault her sex with my tongue, water pounding on my back.
I grip her hips, pulling her into me, smothering my entire face with her essence as I devour her. Fuck, she tastes good and naughty, and the things I want to do with her are fucking endless. A lifetime with this pussy wouldn’t be enough time.
I pull back and thrust two fingers inside her, staring up at her as she rides my hand, her hips thrusting into my touch just as they did the other night. God, she’s horny and responsive and wet and tight. My cock threatens to spill inside my trousers because she feels so good. I dip my head and flick my tongue over her clit while pumping my fingers deep inside her.
“Oh my God,” she says, her thighs tightening around my face. “I’m—”
She’s coming. Fucking hell, I’ve never felt a woman come on me like this. Her sex pulses around my fingers wildly, her entire body clamping as she tenses and contracts over and over again.
When she’s finished, I rise, keeping a firm hold on her hips as her legs seem ready to give out. She’s trembling, so I move the hot water over her body as I lean in and give her a sloppy kiss. She kisses me back, but it’s lazy and adorable. She’s spent. She’s gorgeous.
She’s mine.
I trail a kiss to her ear and bite it gently before murmuring, “You know, my ego is going to be out of control if you keep coming this fast for me every time.”
She huffs out a laugh, her eyes hooded as she recovers from the delirium. “Don’t get too cocky. I’m out of practise.”
I growl and bite her neck which wakes her right up. Her hand glides down my chest, smoothing over my abs. “Just as I remember. Rock-hard muscles.”
“Just as I remember.” I tweak her top-covered nipples. “Perfect tits.”
With a cringe, she covers them up with her hands. “I have tiny biscuits for breasts.”
I frown at that statement. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” I reach down and pull her top up, taking a good long look at the breasts I had in my mouth mere moments ago. “Good cannoli nipples, too.”
She bursts out laughing and shoves me. “I don’t think that’s a compliment.”
I cage her