eyes slide coyly along his torso, down to where his erection jutted up between them. "Then again, maybe I can find a way."
She knew she didn’t imagine the flicker in his dark eyes. Tom swallowed so hard she saw the bob of his Adam’s apple, and then he licked away the water from his lips. "Maybe you can."
Never taking her eyes from his, Lila dropped slowly to her knees. The cushioned bath mat kept her knees from hurting as she settled herself. Now his cock was at eye height, and though the lighting was dim, Lila had no problem seeing all Tom had to offer.
His penis was just as perfect as the rest of him. She’d never much cared about length and girth, as long as the unit in question was put to good use, but there could be no complaining about the size and shape of his erection. Soft, curly hair, as dark as that on his head, surrounded the base and tufted the scrotum beneath. If there’d ever been a more perfectly proportioned prick, Lila had never seen it, in real life or in pictures.
For a second, a wave of self-doubt washed over her. The man in front of her was truly an earth-bound god, sheer physical perfection, any woman’s dream come to life. The sex downstairs had been fast and hard, but glorious, and she had no doubts that the sex in the shower was going to be just as fantastic.
So, why was he doing it with her?
"Lila? Are you all right?"
She looked up to see him looking down, standing so the curtain of water parted around them and didn’t splatter her in the face. "I’m fine."
"You don’t have to, if you don’t want to."
He meant using her mouth, she realized. Lila blinked and shook her head. "No, really, I’m fine."
The fact he’d been willing to forgo this pleasure if it made her uncomfortable made her more interested in providing it. She smiled, forcing herself to put away the doubts and enjoy the moment, however brief it might turn out to be. "Fair’s fair, Tom."
He grinned and put his hand on her head. "Only if you want to."
She answered him by taking him into her mouth as far as she could, which proved to be all the way. Looking at his erection, she’d thought there would be no way she could possibly take him so far without choking, but this proved again how perfect he really was. She slid him out, then in again, concentrating on giving him the same amount of pleasure he’d given her downstairs.
His groan and the way he wrapped his fingers in her hair rewarded her efforts. The sound of his arousal fanned her own, and Lila slipped a hand between her legs to stroke herself while she sucked him. His strong thighs bunched and flexed as he began to thrust. Her hand moved faster, fingers sliding over her erect clit, already slick with her own juices. The pounding of the water around them merged with her rhythm and the beating of her pulse in her ears, like music.
Orgasm rippled through her, making it hard to keep a steady pace, but Tom didn’t seem to notice. His thrusts had become ragged, his moans louder, and when he said her name it sent her crashing over the edge. She lost her grip with her gasp of ecstasy, and his cock came to rest, hot and throbbing against her cheek. She grasped it with her other hand, stroked, once, twice and he spasmed in her palm.
The world swam from the heat and steam and the force of her climax, and Lila had to blink and take a deep breath to clear away the threatening faintness. Tom leaned over her, hands braced against the small shower stall’s back wall, feet pressed against the front wall. She still held him, and she took him into her mouth again, alternating with her lips and fingers until he cried out hoarsely.
Another small burst of climax made her clit throb and she answered his cry with one of her own. He sighed. His body relaxed.
It took her a minute to notice his teeth were chattering, and to feel the water had gone ice cold. His body had shielded her from the frigid spray. Chagrined, Lila got to her feet and reached for the faucet, then grabbed a towel and held it out to him.
"Ran out of hot water," Tom said unnecessarily as he rubbed his face dry, then peered at