He leaned over me again and sucked lightly on my pulse point. It was thrumming, pounding, pulsating beneath the gentle caress of his tongue. My body was alive and waiting, anticipating, ready.
He wrapped his arms around me and lifted me to standing. “Time to get wet,” he whispered, pushing me toward the bathroom.
I ache as he led me into the room and then the shower. My breath catch when he turned the water on full force and stepped out of his boxer briefs.
His erection pinged free, standing upright and resting against his stomach. I swallowed at the sight of it. God—it was long and hard and I knew exactly how that fucking tastes.
My tongue darted across my bottom lip, and I knew he caught it because he wrapped his hand around himself. He walked back into the shower, his fist stroking his cock and his eyes on me.
“Come here.”
I walked i