Chapter Forty-Seven
If it hadn't been for the slight flush of her cheeks, I wouldn't have even realised what she was asking. But the moment she asked, I couldn't get us out of there quick enough.
As I pull her into my room, I kick the door shut behind us, making sure to lock it.
I've been desperate to have her again since last night.
I grab both sides of her face and kiss the tip of her nose.
"Are you sure you want to do this? You're not too sore, are you?
" I ask her. I want to make sure she's okay with doing this again.
Her small hands gently squeeze my sides. "I'm a little sore, but I am sure. I want to do this again. Please," she says, her voice quiet, her nerves evident.
I crash my lips to hers and slowly walk her back towards the bathroom.
I reluctantly break away from the kiss, stopping her in the centre of the room and stepping around her.
I move the shower screen and turn on the shower, turning the heat down a little so it's a little cooler that I had it this morning.
I turn to face her, my heart racing as I take all five-foot-four of her in.
She crosses her hands in front of her as my eyes take in her beautiful face.
She bites the inside of her cheek, her darker than normal brown eyes watching me as I stalk toward her.
"Arms up, baby," I say, grabbing the hem of her hoody, lifting it over her head and throwing it on the floor.
I suck in a breath at the white lace bra she has covering her breasts, and leaning down, I take one in my mouth and suck the nipple through the lace.
Her hands reach up and she tangles her fingers in my hair, gripping it tighter the harder I suck. "Oh," she moans, and I smile. I quickly undo the clasp on her bra, removing my mouth and sliding it off and down her arms, letting it fall to the floor.
I drop to my knees in front of her, my hands curl into the waist of her leggings, making sure I grab her underwear at the same time. Her hands land on my shoulders as I slide her leggings down her legs and gently lift her feet out of them, pulling off her converse at the same time.
I lean forward and place a kiss on the edge of her pussy. Her body visibly shivers, even though she tries to hold it together. I stand, pulling her toward the shower, lifting her over the ledge, then push her backwards under the spray.
I drag off my T-shirt, throwing it on top of her hoody, and then loosen my jeans and slide them down my legs.
She bites her bottom lip and her cheeks flush when she realises that I'm not wearing any underwear.
Quickly toeing off my boots, I kick my jeans off my feet and kick them to one side.
I step inside the shower, my body inches from hers as I spin us, so I'm under the spray.
I push her a little further back and then drop to my knees again.
"Max." I look up at her from my position on the base of the bath. "Please, I would like to... erm…” She swallows back her nerves and then licks her lips. "I want to taste you." I blink up at her several times, surprised by her candour.
"You don't have to, Dragonfly. It's okay," I tell her.
She drops to her knees in front of me, her lips meeting mine, and she gives me a soft kiss and pulls back. "But I want to. Please," she tells me with conviction.
I nod. "Okay, baby. I'll be gentle and I'll guide you through it.
" I stand, my hands brushing her hair away from her face and pulling it into a ponytail.
I keep hold of it in one of my fists, tipping her head back a little look at me.
"Place both hands on my thighs, please." She does without hesitation.
"You're right-handed?" I know this but I want her to confirm it. She gives me a confused nod.
"Okay, with your left hand, I need you to tap my thigh twice," I tell her.
"Er, what?" she asks.
"Just do it, baby, please."
"Okay," she says, lifting her hand and tapping my right leg twice.
"Again," I tell her. She does so this time without questioning me.
"I'll be as gentle as possible, but sometimes this can be too much. You won't be able to tell me it's too much, so I need you to tap with your left hand. Do you understand?" I ask her.
She nods, but her brows furrow.
"What is it?" I ask.
"Why my left hand?"
"Because I'll know if you do tap with your left then I need to stop. I don't want to take any risks, baby," I say.
"Okay," she breathes out, her eyes flicking to the tip of my dick as a small amount of pre-cum begins to drip from it. She licks her lips and reaches for the shaft. I take a small step back and she looks up at me.
"Left hand stays on my leg, baby, please," I say.
"But I want to do it properly," she tells me.
"There isn't really a proper way, baby. It's different for everyone. And I know that you want to experience this, but I want to make sure that you are comfortable and safe. We've never done this before, so I don’t know your cues. Please let’s just do it this way for now," I gently plead with her.
I'd love to experience this with her, but I want her to be okay with it.
I want… no, I need to know how she'll handle it and her reactions.
"Oh, okay," she responds, seemingly a little disappointed.
I drop back down to my knees, bringing me eye level with her. "We'll get there, baby, I promise, but I want to take it slow for now. I don't want to do anything that hurts you or scares you—"
"But I want to do what makes you happy. I want to give you pleasure the way you did me," she cuts me off.
I let out a chuckle. "Baby, the fact that you want to even try this makes me happy.
The fact that you are in the shower with me makes me happy.
Don't get me wrong, I love a blowjob just as much as the next guy, but you don't have to give me one to make me happy.
Do I love that you want to try? Yes. Would I love it if you used both hands and deep throated me?
Yes. Am I going to make you do that? Fucking hell no. You understand, don't you?" I ask her.
"Oh." Her cheeks are getting redder by the second, partly from the heat of the shower, but also from the conversation. "Okay." She leans forward and gives me a peck, then pulls back and smiles. "If you could stand up now, please."
I grin but stand at the same time. Taking a step closer to her, I tip my chin toward her left hand, and she places it on my right leg as instructed.
Her right hand she wraps around my now semi-soft shaft and begins to rub it up and down, from the top to the bottom.
My dick hardens within seconds, and I clench my fists down at my sides, desperate to grab her head but wanting her to be in control.
"Max, you can touch me," she says, but I shake my head at her. "I'd like you to," she responds, but I shake my head at her again. I really want to grab her hair, but I don't want to hurt her.
She tuts, then leans forward and runs her tongue over my slit, lapping up the pre-cum dropping from the end.
"Oh fuck," I bite out, tipping my head back, trying to give myself strength because I have no idea how long I'm going to hold out here.
"Please," she breathes out, leaning forward and swiping her tongue over the tip once again, and it's all it takes to break my resolve.