Page 50 of Delirium
She wanted me to see her as my equal.
“I know how hard it must be for you, letting go of your possessive tendencies.”
I grunted, unable to answer.
If I allowed myself to speak, she would probably slap me or hit me with the shampoo bottle.
“Let’s get this washed off,” I murmured, stepping toward the wall to open the water, when her hand wrapped around my arm, pulling me back.
“No.” She shook her head. “It’s my turn to clean you up.”
The mischievous grin on her face should’ve scared me, but the trepidation coursing through my veins had me frozen in place, waiting to see where this would lead.
She took the same shampoo bottle from the shelf, and poured a hefty amount into her hand, looking up at me expectantly.
I bent down, letting her hands roam over my head, over my scalp, massaging me in the same way as I had her. Those tiny hands of hers ran over my torso, my shoulders, and my arms, awakening the desire I was trying to suppress.
When her hands wrapped around my aching dick, the groan I was trying to keep at bay tore out of my chest. My body was an instrument and only she knew how to play it.
She pushed me toward the wall, my back slamming against the cold tiles. Before I could stop her, she went down on her knees, her eyes firmly plastered on mine.
“What are you doing?” I asked, panting as she dragged her hand up and down my dick. Her eyelashes fluttered, the fake innocence cloaking the vixen living in her skin, pushing to the forefront, and I lost it.
My hips started moving along with her hand, seeking friction, needing more than this.
She squeezed her hand around my dick and instinctively, my hands wrapped in her wet hair, pulling her head closer to my dick.
“Open those pretty lips, love,” I grunted, urging her to take me in. She was letting me have control. She wanted this as much as I did.
But just as I thought she would bring me to oblivion, she stood up, walking toward the showerhead controls, and turned the water on.
“I love the taste of you, Stormy.” She chuckled. “But I don’t like the taste of shampoo.”
The water washed over her, and without question, I walked toward her, entering underneath the stream of water. The red hue that was still on her hair washed away with the shampoo, our hands roaming over each other, unable to keep ourselves at bay.
I dove, claiming her lips in a bruising kiss, biting and hissing as she wrapped her hand around my aching cock, removing the shampoo she lathered me with earlier.
Before I could do anything else, she pushed me against the tiles, and dropped to her knees as the water from the overhead shower washed over her back. Her mouth wrapped around the head of my cock, my entire body locking up from the sight of her on her knees.
One of her hands roamed over my body, while the second one dragged up and down over my cock, covering the areas she couldn’t reach with her mouth. Her tongue pressed against the vein running under my cock, tracing a pattern all the way to my head.
Precum leaked into her mouth, her moans echoing around us. As my hand wrapped around her hair, holding her in place as I fucked her tight mouth, the hand that roamed over my body disappeared between her legs, her hips moving on their own, fucking herself on her fingers.
“That’s it, baby,” I groaned, looking at her face as my cock disappeared into her mouth. “Take it all in,” I instructed.
Her fingers dragged over my balls, the featherlike touch driving me wild. As she took me into her hand, playing with my balls, I fucking lost it.
I pushed and pushed and pushed, forcing her to take me in, while her eyes glistened, her irises dilated, her moans louder than the sound of the water falling around us.
“Baby, I’m going to… Fuck!” I couldn’t take it anymore.
Building and building and building, my orgasm was rushing through my body like a volcano threatening to erupt from my body.
“I’m going to come, Sunshine. You need to step away.”
But all she did was clamp her hand tighter around my dick, chasing her own orgasm, lost in the moment to the insanity of our lust.
It snuck up on me, the blast, the roar that echoed as I erupted into her mouth, my cum spilling down her chin as she swallowed the rest. Her whimpers, her moans, her ecstasy, a living, breathing thing, forever etched in these walls as her own orgasm rushed in.
