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After I finish rinsing her off and getting all of the soap off her, I decide to turn the water off, but she turns to face me and takes the loofah from where I set it down while offering me a grateful smile. She does the same thing I did to her, washes me in sincere movements and makes sure I feel the same kind of care I just showed her.
I watch her eyes move all over my body as her breath hitches. Her fingers trace the lines of my abs before moving on to the lines of my tattoos. I can see her questioning, wondering what each of them means. But I think she knows my answer—they don’t need to have meaning for me to like them—so she doesn’t ask.
Once we get out of the shower, I allow her a minute to dry off her hair before I pick her up by the waist and do my best job to walk her over to the bed. She presses delicate kisses to the tops of my shoulders and her legs are wrapped around me tight. I have to say, it’s one of my favorite ways to have her in my arms.
“Fuck, you make me so hard, Dakota,” I growl at her as she looks up at me with that hint of a devilish complex she likes to showcase every now and then.
Her breath hitches as she watches me lower her to the end of bed, so close in proximity that her eyes can’t gaze over much else other than my chest, still dripping with water from the shower.
I force her chin to look up at me and I can tell there’s passion that steers her fantasies swirling in her eyes as she stands there with her jaw slack. The rise and fall of her chest accentuating the goosebumps that trail across her skin.
“What’s on your mind?” I decide to ask her, seeing some kind of war taking place in the center of her alluring eyes.
“You’re just really taking your sweet ass time. I’m starting to think you like being a tease,” she quips and I have half a mind to turn her around and bend her over roughly and slap my hand against the flesh of her ass.
“Who says I’m taking my sweet ass time?” I decide to question her instead, loving the rise I’m getting out of her. And maybe she likes the rise she’s getting out of me too.
“Do you not have any inclination of time, old man? Any longer and I’m afraid you’ll be too old for me.” I swear, she knows what she’s doing. She knows what turns me on and what frustrates me the most. And she knows that they happen to go hand in hand at this point.
I take her by the throat, my hand wrapping perfectly around her silky skin. My rough fingers create friction as she swallows in my grip and my dick twitches at the movement.
“You sure like to argue, baby girl. But I know how to shut you up real quick.” She swallows again as I lean in and let my lips graze over her ear.
“I’m ready to make good on that promise, baby girl.” I pull her into a kiss and force our tongues to tangle for a tease of a second before pulling away and staring at her with a glimmer of something sinful.
“Get on your knees, Dakota. I want to see you gag on my cock like the good girl that you are. And don’t you dare fucking argue with me.” And she doesn’t; she does exactly as she’s told and I swear to God, my whole fucking body racks with so much greed when she gets on her knees and positions her mouth over the tip of my aching cock.
I look down at the view below me, feeling so many things I didn’t know I could feel.
She takes me by the base and parts her lips prettily, pulling me into her mouth.
She’s eager, the way she’s squirming on her knees, and I can see her clenching her thighs together, trying to hold in her own heat and pleasure so as to not seem too needy while she sucks my length effortlessly.
I can’t help but wrap her hair around my fingers, tugging on her head with so much pressure it makes her moan, which vibrates around my cock in a wave of ecstasy I’ve never felt before.
I can feel her saliva coating the underside of my erection as her tongue slides beautifully over it, tugging me with each suck she gives me.
“You’re so fucking thick, Nolan,” she praises me between sucks and licks, her voice is muffled as her mouth is full of me.
And then she quite literally gags on my dick when she allows me to thrust to the back of her throat.
“Oh fuck, baby girl. Fuck, that feels so good,” I praise her right back, and I see a tear shed from the corner of one her eyes but her face lights up in a pink blush and I continue to fuck her perfect little mouth noticing how it was made for me.
She quickens her tempo, the succulent sound of her saliva mixing with my arousal gives me an untapped feeling of overwhelming sexual gratification that only she can give me.
“Dakota, you’re going to make me come. Slow the fuck down.” But that only pushes her to suck me faster, giving me everything she’s got with the warmth of her soft lips wrapped around my dick and her slick tongue pumping me into her mouth deeper and deeper until she feels me throbbing in her mouth, the tell that I am about to come.
She looks at me with a somewhat perplexed expression on her face, and I know she’s trying to mentally ask me the infamous question.
“Whatever you wanna do, baby girl, it’s yours. Fuck, do you see what you do to me?” I throw my head back as the fervor of my orgasm consumes me, feeling my muscles contract and my cum jets into her mouth.
“Mmm,” she hums as she takes my ejaculation. I can’t help but fucking shiver when I feel her throat close up, swallowing me down.
I pull her up from her knees and lift her up into my arms, throwing us against the wall. A loud thud sounds as her back makes contact and I feverishly force my mouth onto hers, and she accepts my kiss willingly.
We close any space between us, pulling and tugging and gripping and scratching our way through the lust that radiates off us, our tongues colliding with each other in a passionate way.
Everything feels so fucking intense, and I now know what Dakota felt when she let those three words slip up: the heat of the moment.
