wrap it around her fingers around my cock, teaching her the rhythm and firmness I like. As I show her how to please me, I start to circle her clit with my thumb. Her hips begin to move in sync with our hands and it's not long before I feel her pussy tighten around my fingers.
"Come, Fee. Come for me," I demand.
She fights it, and when I curve my fingers inside her, hitting just the right spot while rubbing her clit, she can't stop the orgasm from overtaking her. She cries out and whispers my name. "Cage." Softly, reverently, and I come with her, pumping our hands faster around my cock as my semen releases in hot, thick streams onto our hands and into the water.
When I'm done, I slow the pace of our hands and I don't stop fingering her.
"Keep stroking my cock just like that," I tell her. I move my hand up to cup her breast, pinching her nipple, then harder when her breath catches. My Fee likes it a bit rough. That's so damn hot.
I remove my fingers and her hand, then pull her pussy against my cock. I can't hold back the groan that escapes. Christ she's hot and so wet—and not from the water.
"Are we going to… ?" she asks.
"No. Not this time. Just rub your hot pussy along my cock." She does and it feels so damn good. Too good. "Yeah, Fee. Just like that."
Her arms wrap around my neck. I wrap my hand back into her hair, giving a not-so-gentle tug, and bring her mouth back down to mine. When she leans into the kiss, her nipples rub against my chest. It's like heaven and hell at the same time. Feeling her pussy and her body against me is the heaven… not being inside of her—that's the hell.
It isn't long before her body starts to tremble and I grasp her hips, thrusting my tongue harder against hers, lifting my hips when she brings hers down, grinding hard against her clit. She needs more, I can see it with her furrowed brow.
I slip my hand between us and thrust two fingers hard inside her, curling them and holding them steady as she fucks them. Within seconds her tight walls squeeze my fingers and her cum rushes over my fingers as she shouts out her release.
"Come with me," she whispers, and I'm gone. One thrust upward and I release a steady stream of cum against her belly and I thrust again and again, wishing there wasn't any water so I could keep her marked with my seed. I'd rub it in and not let her wash it off.
Knowing I've brought her pleasure in this way has me wanting to take her and fuck her long and hard, making her mine in every way she should be. But it can't be. Not now. Not until she's ready, and she's not. Tonight is about her needing to feel alive and when I make her mine, it's going to be because she wants me and the pleasure I bring her—not an escape.
She wraps herself against me and I rub her back softly. I open the drain with my toe then stand up with her clinging to me. I slide off my soaked boxers and turn on the sprayer, adjusting the temperature before rinsing us off. I push her back by her shoulders and wash between us, her cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink.
No. She's not ready.
I turn the water off and wrap her in a towel, sitting her on the countertop. I quickly dry off, then wrap the towel around my waist. I lift her from the counter and carry her to my bed. It's not the first time, she's slept here before, but it's the first time we've given in to the sexual attraction. I really hope it doesn't fuck things up.
I walk to my dresser and put on a clean pair of boxers, then grab a pair for Fee as well as a t-shirt and a pair of thick athletic socks. My Fee gets cold feet because I like to keep the air conditioning set low and she likes to keep her feet outside of the covers.
I grab a brush, too, and dress her. Then I arrange the pillows and pull the covers back, climbing in and motioning her to sit between my legs. I brush out her long, shiny hair that smells like me, and damn it if I'm not getting hard again.
Her head droops with each stroke of the brush and before long, she's
"Come, Fee. Come for me," I demand.
She fights it, and when I curve my fingers inside her, hitting just the right spot while rubbing her clit, she can't stop the orgasm from overtaking her. She cries out and whispers my name. "Cage." Softly, reverently, and I come with her, pumping our hands faster around my cock as my semen releases in hot, thick streams onto our hands and into the water.
When I'm done, I slow the pace of our hands and I don't stop fingering her.
"Keep stroking my cock just like that," I tell her. I move my hand up to cup her breast, pinching her nipple, then harder when her breath catches. My Fee likes it a bit rough. That's so damn hot.
I remove my fingers and her hand, then pull her pussy against my cock. I can't hold back the groan that escapes. Christ she's hot and so wet—and not from the water.
"Are we going to… ?" she asks.
"No. Not this time. Just rub your hot pussy along my cock." She does and it feels so damn good. Too good. "Yeah, Fee. Just like that."
Her arms wrap around my neck. I wrap my hand back into her hair, giving a not-so-gentle tug, and bring her mouth back down to mine. When she leans into the kiss, her nipples rub against my chest. It's like heaven and hell at the same time. Feeling her pussy and her body against me is the heaven… not being inside of her—that's the hell.
It isn't long before her body starts to tremble and I grasp her hips, thrusting my tongue harder against hers, lifting my hips when she brings hers down, grinding hard against her clit. She needs more, I can see it with her furrowed brow.
I slip my hand between us and thrust two fingers hard inside her, curling them and holding them steady as she fucks them. Within seconds her tight walls squeeze my fingers and her cum rushes over my fingers as she shouts out her release.
"Come with me," she whispers, and I'm gone. One thrust upward and I release a steady stream of cum against her belly and I thrust again and again, wishing there wasn't any water so I could keep her marked with my seed. I'd rub it in and not let her wash it off.
Knowing I've brought her pleasure in this way has me wanting to take her and fuck her long and hard, making her mine in every way she should be. But it can't be. Not now. Not until she's ready, and she's not. Tonight is about her needing to feel alive and when I make her mine, it's going to be because she wants me and the pleasure I bring her—not an escape.
She wraps herself against me and I rub her back softly. I open the drain with my toe then stand up with her clinging to me. I slide off my soaked boxers and turn on the sprayer, adjusting the temperature before rinsing us off. I push her back by her shoulders and wash between us, her cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink.
No. She's not ready.
I turn the water off and wrap her in a towel, sitting her on the countertop. I quickly dry off, then wrap the towel around my waist. I lift her from the counter and carry her to my bed. It's not the first time, she's slept here before, but it's the first time we've given in to the sexual attraction. I really hope it doesn't fuck things up.
I walk to my dresser and put on a clean pair of boxers, then grab a pair for Fee as well as a t-shirt and a pair of thick athletic socks. My Fee gets cold feet because I like to keep the air conditioning set low and she likes to keep her feet outside of the covers.
I grab a brush, too, and dress her. Then I arrange the pillows and pull the covers back, climbing in and motioning her to sit between my legs. I brush out her long, shiny hair that smells like me, and damn it if I'm not getting hard again.
Her head droops with each stroke of the brush and before long, she's
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