24. Shower Sex Virgin No More
SHOWER SEX VIRGIN NO MORE
OLIVIA
“Lake,” I whisper brokenly.
“The time for talking is over, Livy,” he growls, as he drops down to his knees.
“I… Oh, God,” I moan, as I feel his fingers slide deep inside me.
My hips thrust out to meet his demand. I reach down to tangle my fingers into his hair.
I grab at him roughly, already so excited that I’m barely hanging on.
Still, my first thought is to pull away but when he starts sliding his tongue against my delicate folds, I rock my hips into him, wanting more.
“You taste so fucking good, baby. Sweet as fucking candy,” he growls against my clit, before sucking on it, then lapping with his tongue.
One of his hands is biting into my ass, holding me in place for him to devour.
When I feel his finger breach to caress the small entrance to my ass, I whimper. “Lake, I need…”
“What do you need, Livy? Tell me and I’ll give it to you,” he promises.
He tilts my body , deeper into him, just as his tongue pushes inside of me.
His entire face presses against my eager pussy.
His nose, his lips, his teeth … and oh, God, even his beard.
I feel it all as he holds me in place, forcing me to grind against him, ride his face without thought.
He eats at my pussy like a starving man. My hips are jerking wildly as I continue to grind and work myself against his face. I can feel my orgasm building. I know it’s coming. I want to hold back—make it last longer. I know there’s no way I can. I’m too hungry for him.
“Lake, I’m going to come,” I pant, as he continue to devour me. It’s all too much his mouth attacking me, his beard teasing my sensitive flesh, his finger probing my ass …
I throw one of my legs over Lake’s shoulder, desperate to get closer to him. I’m completely at his mercy, I can’t form a thought of my own. I just need more of whatever he’s willing to give me.
“Feel me, Livy. Feel the man with his head buried between your fucking legs. Feel the man his finger is fucking your ass. Feel the man who is going to own your body from this moment on,” he growls out, the sound vibrating against my clit before he sucks it into his mouth.
“Lake!” I scream as it becomes too much and I come, covering his face in even more of my desire. I rock my hips frantically, wanting to hold on as long as I can—make it last.
Lake continues to lap at my pussy, slower, gentler, as he brings me down. “So fucking good,” he praises against my aching pussy, his hot breath trying to resurrect my hunger.
I lean back against the shower wall, eyes closed, my body still rocking against him, wanting more even though I just came hard.
Finally, I force my eyes to open. He kisses my leg before moving it from his shoulder.
Then, he stands in front of me. His cock is hard, rigid veins protruding which have me wanting to lick each one individually.
Before I get a chance, he takes the shaft in his hand and lines it up at my entrance.
“Lake,” I breathe, as I feel the crown press inside the slightest bit. He’s big and wide. I haven’t had sex in a long time. This could be painful, but I don’t care. I want all of him.
He smiles at me. “We’re just getting started, Livy. We’re just getting started,” he vows, then he thrusts inside, not stopping until he’s buried to the hilt.
He stops after that, giving me time to get used to him.
“You’re so big,” I whimper.
“I fit you perfectly,” he says, and I can’t argue. He does feel like perfection.
“You need to move,” I mutter, wanting him to give me that pleasure once more. My demand makes him grin. I look up at him and my heart somersaults. He’s beautiful and wild.
“As you wish,” he purrs, claiming my mouth as he begins working his dick in and out of me at a slow, steady pace, which build up my need—but does nothing to assuage it.
As he kisses me, I taste myself on his lips.
It’s a dark, musky taste that makes me feel beautiful and wicked all at the same time.
His rough hand slides against the side of my throat, making me want to purr.
When he pulls back just enough space so he can stare into my eyes, I catch my breath at the look of need and hunger clearly shown on his face.
There’s also something else there, something that makes me feel wanted, needed, maybe even loved.
I try to push that thought way, but it’s too late. I know it has taken root.
I bring my hand up and drag my fingers through his beard, studying him. “Make me yours,” I beg.
I don’t know if he realizes how big those words are for me, but I do. I want to belong to this man. I want to wake up in his arms and go to bed the same way. This is all happening way to easily and way too fast, but I can’t stop it.
As he begins pumping into me, I feel my orgasm begin to build again. I follow his lead and as he cries out my name, “Livy!” I bite down on his shoulder, and join him falling over the cliff, coming so hard that all I can do is hold onto him and enjoy the ride.