She broke off the kiss and began trailing her lips down his neck, his collarbone and chest, enjoying the warmth of the water trickling past her mouth. His chest muscles tensed as she kissed them, and as she moved her lips slowly down his abdomen she felt his whole body go rigid with anticipation. She sank to her knees in the tub and brushed kisses along his navel, his hipbones, and he put his hands on her shoulders to steady himself. Water coursed over both of them, and she delighted in it, closing her eyes against the spray.
"Baby," he said softly, barely audible above the water.
She opened her eyes and looked up at him. He was about to say something but she smiled and glanced away, focusing instead on the head of his cock, hard and urgent in front of her. He was thick and beautiful, and still as hard, maybe even harder, than he had been when she'd teased him with her hands.
"I want to taste you," she said playfully. "All of you."
She leaned forward and gently licked the swollen tip of his cock. He inhaled sharply, his whole body tensing, and she smiled up at him, letting him know this was for her pleasure as much as for his. She swirled her tongue around the head, taking it into her mouth and suckling gently, teasing it. The skin was soft and smooth, stretched deliciously tight from the hardness of his erection.
She let her tongue play over it, dipping into the opening, making him moan. She drifted her tongue along the ridge, and down to the sensitive skin just beneath the head, licking and tasting, nipping and kissing.
She looked up at him, and his dark eyes were wild with desire. She smiled, and ran her tongue up and down the length of him, ending at the head and flicking at it delicately, teasingly. He moaned softly, his breathing starting to grow rapid. She rose up slightly to take the whole length of him into her mouth and sucked him, long and hard.
He let out a gasp and braced himself against the wall with one hand, his other hand gripping her shoulder.
"Baby...my God..."
She slid her mouth over his shaft, deeper, deeper, and slid back up the length of him. Her hands came around and gripped his ass, pulling him towards her. He staggered forward slightly as she took him into her mouth again, luxuriously taking in his entire length, sucking, licking, tasting as she went. The sensation of him in her mouth was almost as overwhelming as his first entrance into her body had been, so unfamiliar but so right at the same time.
She caressed his balls with one hand as she played her tongue over his cock. He groaned, his breathing jagged now, his cock harder than ever. His hand moved from her shoulder to sink into her wet hair, and he gripped her head with barely restrained urgency. Gently he guided her head closer to him as she sucked. She lowered herself onto him and slowly sucked her way back up, her mouth gripping him, her cheeks hollowing, as her tongue slid over him with each pass.
His hips began to move as he started to match her rhythm, thrusting into her, meeting her mouth. He gripped her head more firmly and held her head still, driving into her gently.
She let her hand fall and she sat back on her haunches, enjoying the feeling of him sliding in and out of her mouth, controlling his own pleasure, taking what he wanted, and what she was so willing to give. Yet she could tell he was holding back, wanting to thrust harder and faster but restraining himself and settling for a smoother, slower pace.
For her. He was holding back for her sake. This passionate, soulful, virile man was holding back his own pleasure because he wanted to be gentle with her.
The very thought of it excited her, and she increased her own rhythm, encouraging him, moaning with pleasure as he drove into her. She sucked harder, faster, turning her gaze up to him with an urgent plea in her eyes. Faster. Deeper. Now, my love.
And he understood.
He groaned, and stepped forward. His hand clenched in her hair and he began to move, faster and harder, plunging deeper, holding her head as he thrust into her mouth with urgent, rhythmic strokes. He slid in and out of her mouth as if through warm honey, and she felt and heard his pleasure mounting with every ratcheted breath and every desperate moan that escaped his lips.
His eyes watched her with rapt adoration and abject lust, and she could tell that the sight of her taking him fully into her mouth, of her sucking him with pure, greedy abandon and complete acceptance, was pushing him closer to the edge as much as the intense pleasure of her tongue on his cock was. Or more.
He tensed as his rhythm grew faster, his breathing harder, until she felt him tighten and strain so much that she felt certain he was going to spill himself into her mouth. But at the last moment he cried out and pulled back, his cock slipping out of her mouth quickly. He stood still, breathless, his eyes closed as if willing his orgasm to retreat. Water sluiced down his neck and chest, and finally he let out a slow, jagged moan of a breath and opened his eyes. He looked down at her wildly, and reached for her, helping her to her feet.
"My God," he said breathlessly, staring at her as he tried to catch his breath. "I can't...I can't believe how goddamn good that felt. You brought me so close, so fast, I almost couldn't stop it."
"Why did you?" she asked, running her finger along his jaw. "I wanted to feel you come for me."
He groaned against her, his hands roaming over her body. "I told you, I'm not nearly done with you yet."
He kissed her hungrily, his cock surging against her violently as their bodies met. She could feel him moving against her, his cock rubbing against her, and she knew how badly he wanted to be inside her again.
