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He slides his fingers out of me and makes me watch him as he licks them clean of my juices. His tongue dancing over and between his thick fingers makes me start throbbing again even though I just orgasmed moments ago.

But it wouldn’t be polite to take another turn without giving him his, would it?

I stay true to my resolution earlier, to not think. I drop down to my knees in front of him and his powerful cock is right there in front of my face, swollen and irresistible. He puts his hand on the back of my head and groans as I lean forward to him and kiss his very tip, tasting the saltiness there, smearing the oozing droplets over my lips.

With the warm shower water running down my back, between my ass cheeks, over my opening, I wrap my hand around the base of his shaft and begin.

Chapter 15

Wolf

The taste of Julia’s sweet, sweet pussy is still thick and musky in my mouth when she drops to her knees in front of me and kisses my cockhead. I groan and wrap my hand around the back of her head. My blood is pumping, heart racing, nerves snapping. I feel every individual water droplet landing on and running over my skin. I feel the raw, stinging wounds on my knuckles, the scabs softening and leaking watery blood.

I feel Julia’s breath on me, her small hand wrapping around me. She can barely get her whole hand around me. She’s so much smaller than me and I’m terrified of breaking her if I lose control. I’m just going to have to trust my instincts on that, because there’s no way I am going to be having conscious thoughts in the middle of this. Already my mind has slipped to the side, leaving space for her to fill my senses.

She begins by licking me all over, her hot pink tongue exploring me. She trails her tongue over the thick, bulging veins, tracing one up, the other down, following the branches and tributaries. She’s like an explorer of a new land, mapping me out, memorizing me. She grows in confidence, her licks becoming longer, firmer. She works her way up to my tip and circles it with her tongue, running over, around, and under the flared mushroom shape.

My stomach clenches tighter and tighter, heat building in me. I can’t resist the urge to rock my hips, grinding myself against her soft lips.

She looks up at me with soft eyes while parting her lips and pulling me in.

Fuck, I can’t help myself. It’s too much. I grab her head with both hands and shove myself at the back of her throat. She gags as I fill her with myself. She looks too hot like that with her mouth stretched open, impaled on me. I thrust inside of her mouth, hard and fast, and there’s no way that I could stop or slow down for anything. If the fucking roof started to collapse, I would go right on thrusting, rocking my ass back and driving my cock forward to her throat and beyond.

She digs her nails into my thighs while choking and sucking, sucking and gagging. Saliva, thicker than the water, runs from the sides of her mouth. Droplets, maybe water, maybe tears, bead up on her lashes and trickle over her cheeks.

Leaning my head back, I clench handfuls of her wet hair. A spasm from deep inside drives me to the edge. I thrust again and stay buried in the warm, hot confines of her mouth and grind. Gasping, groaning, I start to slip over the edge.

Her lips clamp down around me and she sucks so hard it feels like she’s sucking the soul out of my body. I cum damn hard, spurting, filling her mouth. I feel it mixing with her saliva, slick, thick, coating me. Somehow, I cum even harder.

I collapse back against the shower wall, breathing raggedly. Julia slides her way up my body, rubbing her soft, full breasts over my hard muscles. She kisses me. She’s swallowed some of my cum, but there’s still some in her mouth, a hot, clean taste of brine that mixes with her sweetness.

I wrap my hands around her face and rub my tongue on hers. “Fuck,” I groan. “Julia… Baby…”

She rests her small, yet capable hands on my chest and looks up at me. “Did we get clean enough?” she whispers.

I don’t know what’s gotten into her but damn, I’m not going to question it.

I turn off the water and step out of the tub. The cold air makes goosebumps ripple over my skin. My cock doesn’t care about the cold, or about the fact I already blew a load. It sticks out in front of me like a dowsing rod.

Julia didn’t bring any towels, because she obviously didn’t expect for anything more than our hands to get wet. I walk naked and dripping to the closet in the hall to grab a couple towels and go back into the bathroom.

Julia has her arms wrapped around herself when I return. She’s shivering. I wrap a towel over her head and shoulders. Her hair is a dark brown when wet, sticking to her forehead and cheeks. She blinks up at me while I run the thin, soft towel over the back of her neck and shoulders. I take my time so I can just look at her and really take her in.

Her breasts are wonderful, perfect handfuls with bright pink nipples. I dab them gently with the towel, tops and undersides. She sighs as the fabric caresses over her nipples, making them harden.

I dry her back and sides. She has some road rash as a result of being down on her back on the street when that Jake Randy guy was attacking her. Anger rises up my throat. I swallow it down and move on to her stomach kissing my way down.

Her pussy is a sweet flower, still swollen, with her clit jutting from between her folds. Her thighs are toned and solid, leading down to cute knees, slender ankles, and tiny, perfect feet with trimmed toenails.

She leans over me, her breasts rubbing against my shoulder, and drapes the other towel over me. Then it’s my turn to be taken care of. It feels strange to have her be rubbing me down, to be put in a position where I need someone else to do such a simple task for me. Except, it’s not really about need. It’s about want, and what she wants is to do this.

So I let her take care of me until I’ve had enough. I throw the towels over the shower rod, then grab Julia by the wrist.

“Not done with me yet, huh?” She raises her eyebrows and laughs.

“Never. Fuckin’ never.”

No matter what happens, or how many years go by, I will never be done with her. She’s too much in my head. She’s a part of me. I don’t know what part, but she is. A vital part.