I stare at her sleeping form. She was too exhausted, too spent, to fight me after I put her to bed. But I still pulled her underneath me to sleep so I would feel if she tried to sneak away. To my surprise, she didn't move or speak, other than a request to use the bathroom.
My right hand ghosts over the delicate skin of her side. I slip it underneath the blanket and feel for the heat of her pussy. She begins to stir at my touch, no doubt sore from last night. She isn't wet yet, but she will be soon. I roll her onto her back as she moans in protest in her sleep. I close my mouth around one of her nipples, and she arches into me. Her hands find my hair, and she grips tight, holding me against her. She probably thinks this is all a dream. I don't second guess her willingness. I will take what I can get.
I bite down on her nipple, and her eyes fly open. She glances down at the source of discomfort, and her hands quickly begin pushing at my head in an effort to put distance between us. I chuckle as I release her nipple from between my teeth.
There's my girl...
"Get up." She holds the blanket to her chest, not making any attempt to obey. I grab her arm and yank her naked body to mine, feeling her smooth skin collide against me. Her body fits so perfectly in my hands.
I pull her to the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind us. I turn on the shower and adjust the temperature, letting the steam fill the room. She looks straight ahead, avoiding my gaze. Her arms are crossed in front of her. I really should pry them away from her. Remind her that she should not be from hiding from me. But I'll give her this brief reprieve. She still has yet to say a single word to me since last night. She's not much of a talker, my new obsession.
"In." She steps into the shower on shaky legs, arms still in front of her breasts. The water hits her face, and she tilts her head to receive it. I step in behind her. She doesn't even acknowledge my presence, but I don't care. She will.
I take the soap and lather it between my hands. Beginning at her shoulders, I gently cleanse her delicate skin. As much as it pains me, I only lightly wash her breasts, feeling the bite marks under my fingertips. They must be sensitive. I pay careful attention to the juncture of her thighs and her ass, cleansing her of the evidence of last night's activities. She'll be a new, blank canvas for me. And I cannot wait to paint her again and again.
I turn her around to face me. Her eyes are on the shower floor. I grip her chin tightly and lift it in an effort to see those green orbs once again. I still, waiting for her to look at me. The fact that she's denying me her gaze angers me more than it should. My grip tightens, and I see her flinch at the pressure.
Fine.
She isn't ready to look at me. There are other things I want from her. I remember the heat of her mouth on me last night, and my cock surges to attention.
I push her shoulders down. Instead of lowering to her knees, she backs away. I'd expect nothing less from my feisty angel. I grab her wet hair and bring her back to me. I can't resist lowering my mouth to hers, but she turns away, again denying me any form of closeness. The anger resurfaces, and I yank her hair downward. She cries out as she falls to her knees, and her hands come out to brace against my thighs.
My cock points menacingly at her face. When she doesn't move to touch it, I growl in warning. "Take it in your mouth." I don't want to force it in. I want the vulnerable, exquisite torture she gave me last night when she thought making me come would end this encounter. I see her chest heave with a sigh, and I know I have her.
She leans forward tentatively, as if scared. Instead of opening her mouth like I anticipate, she places a chaste kiss to the tip. The unexpected tenderness of the act makes my knees weak. I brace one hand on the wall behind her. Without retreating, she snakes her tongue out of her mouth to caress the head of my cock. Her hands slowly inch up my legs, one finding its home at the base of my shaft, twisting gently, the other gripping my balls. Her movements are languid. Unhurried. Is she stalling? Attempting to delay my domination of her body? I don't know, and I don't care.
I gaze down at the most erotic sight below me. My obsession is on her knees, worshipping my cock as if she enjoys the act. The hot water rains upon us, the wetness gliding down her head and back. Droplets gather on her eyelashes. She finally looks up, her eyes meeting mine. And I feel it like a punch to the gut. She withdraws my cock from her mouth with a pop. I'm about to grab her head and plunge back inside when I feel a cool sensation on the tip. She's blowing gently against my wet skin, her eyes never leaving mine. The temperature contrast causes goosebumps to emerge across my body. I cannot stop myself from groaning.
Her open mouth slides down the sensitive underside of my shaft. The water droplets gently hit my now-exposed cock as her tongue leaves a trail of heat in its wake. I hiss when I feel her take my balls into her mouth, one at a time. As she makes her way back to the tip of my cock, I grip her hair with one hand, while the other trails to her chest. I feel her still underneath me, as if my touch has broken whatever spell she was under. But I refuse to let her shut me out. I flatten my palm against her breast, her nipple trapped between my index and middle finger. The dual sensation of squeezing her breast and pinching her nipple causes her to flinch backward, but my hand on her hair holds her in place.
She whimpers around my cock, and I feel the vibration through my entire body. Her eyes close tightly as I use her hair to bring her further down my shaft. I want her nose to touch my stomach. I withdraw enough to let her take a breath before slowly thrusting forward again. A sound of protest erupts from her throat, and I feel her teeth graze me. But she doesn't bite. Is she trying to ask me to stop? Unfortunately for her, the hint of pain causes my cock to swell. She looks into my eyes, silently pleading.
