Page 125 of Heimlock

"I might die if you don't."

When her wet, soapy hand wraps around its length, I hiss through my teeth. When my knees almost buckle, I slam a hand to the tiled wall. “Sweet goddesses fucking, Kyrielle.”

“What?” she repeats, this time with a knowing grin. “I’m helping.” Her eyes flick to the shampoo. “Go on. Wash your hair.”

She expects me to wash my hair while she works my cock like this? “You’re delusional if you think—”

Her hand stops. “Either wash your hair or I’ll stand here with unused soap in my hands.”

The moment my hand reaches for the bottle, hers begins moving again. Squeezing my eyes shut, I squirt shampoo into my hand. “You’re going to be the death of me, Kyrielle.”

“But what a wonderful death,” she says sweetly, fisting circles around the swollen head. The bottle of shampoo slips from my hand, and I fumble to catch it, cursing under my breath.

Hands shaking, I try to focus on spreading the shampoo through my hair, but her other hand is now cupping my balls. My hips thrust forward, desperate for more friction. I’m not even sure if all of my hair is cleaned as I rush to wash out the suds.

“Conditioner next,” she orders, tightening her grip. Stars fill my vision; I let out a guttural moan.

With a pleading expression, I say, “Kyrielle, I—”

To emphasize her sincerity, both of her hands halt. “Now.”

Pleasure is an inferno, scalding the base of my spine as an orgasm builds. When I grab the conditioner, her hands move. Giving her a look promising vengeance, I growl, “You’re going to pay for this.”

“Promises, promises,” she murmurs, now using both hands to torture me. One works the head, with the other twisting at the base. It’s utterly fucking maddening. There’s no way my hair is actually getting clean right now.

When it’s all rinsed out, I take a few steps forward, forcing her to stumble back against the tiled wall. Pressing my hands above her head, I peer down at this troublesome and glorious Fire Sprite. Those blasted hands continue torturing me. Water drips from the tip of my nose onto her open mouth.

“Firefly, I’m going to fuck your hands, but I want you to use your imagination the whole time. Understood?”

Eyes wide, she nods. When I thrust forward, she inhales sharply. My pace starts slow, testing the waters as I stare deep into her eyes.

“Tighter,” I demand, almost growling. When she obeys, I let out the softest whimper as the intense pleasure electrifies my nerves. Imagining her heat wrapped around my cock, I thrust hard and deep. Our breaths match in rapid tandem as I increase my speed.

When her top hand shifts upward, forcing the head of my cock to shove into her tight palm, I groan, dropping my head. This is penultimate bliss; there’s so much more in our future.

“Fuck, Firefly. And to think your pussy will be even better.”

“Do you remember what my tight pussy feels like?” She gasps as my hips rut into her grip at the memory.

“I’ve spent months remembering it,” I mutter. My hips move of their own accord now, recalling each thrust I gave her all those nights ago. “And one day soon, I’m going to fuck you so hard, so thoroughly, it’s all you’ll ever think about.”

Bringing a hand to her wet hair, I fist it roughly as I slam into her hands. She’s not moving them now, allowing me to do all of the work. “Do you remember the way you felt when I slid into you that first time?”

Kyrielle whimpers, speechless.

“Me too,” I growl. The orgasm is building to a crescendo. My breaths come in too rapidly to speak now. Never breaking my focus on her face, I fuck her hands at a punishing pace. Showing her exactly what to expect soon.

The pleasure rips through me, tightening my muscles. Releasing into her hands, I let out a low moan of satisfaction. Everything throbs with aftershocks of gratification.

We stare at one another with jagged breaths. Her grip loosens; my hips jerk at another wave of pleasure.

“Did you use your imagination, Firefly?” I murmur, releasing her hair.

“To maximum capacity,” she confirms.

Trailing my knuckles down her body, I bring two fingers between her thighs. Dipping my fingers into her wet heat, I savor the little breathy moan escaping past her lips.

Circling her clit with my thumb, I work her until she’s panting. Kyrielle is so close to cumming, it takes less than thirty seconds before she’s clawing at my arms and mewling my name.