23. Vanessa #3
The hand that once held my breast comes down across my ass. I gasp, arching forward on my toes and grinding against his fingers inside me.
“Fuck me!” I cry out, shamelessly riding his hand and chasing my orgasm.
Cupid chuckles. “You’d like if I did, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” I pant, rocking my hips in tandem with his finger fucking.
As if he can sense I’m right on the cusp of bliss, Cupid pulls his fingers free and spins me around to face him.
The sudden movement makes me dizzy, but I don’t need to worry.
Cupid has me in his arms, pressing my back against the wall of the shower.
The cold tiles against my bare skin have me gasping, arching my back and pushing my breasts out.
Cupid growls deep in the back of his throat, slipping down my body to his knees and kissing every inch of skin he can reach.
His hot mouth latches onto one of my breasts, damn near swallowing the whole thing.
His dark eyes stare up at me as his tongue swirls and flicks around my nipple, sucking and teasing it into a hard point and making my skin pebble with goosebumps. It’s heaven and hell all at once.
“Elio,” I whimper, using his real name to stress how badly I’m in need. “Please. I want to come.”
He releases my boob with a wet pop, nipping at my pebbled nipple before hooking my right knee over his shoulder, followed by the left one, and opening me wide to him.
Wrapping his hands around the tops of my thighs and using brute arm strength, he hoists me up the shower wall until his face is level with my sex.
My skin makes a squelching sound along the wet tiles and I squeak with surprise from being suddenly hoisted in the air, but my worry quickly melts away into a breathy moan when his mouth devours my pussy.
My hands grip into his hair and my thighs clench around his head, holding him in place while I rub frantically against his devilish tongue.
As he worshiped my breast, he does the same to my cunt.
Using the broadside of his tongue, he swipes up to my clit, latching onto the tiny nub and suckling on it to stir my clit from its hood.
The fast flick of his tongue in combination with the sucking pull of his mouth has my legs shaking around his head.
The slurping sounds are not a result of the water raining down on us, but the wetness between my legs increasing with each pass of his tongue gliding over my sex.
With one hard pull of his mouth, I shatter around his face, crying out my release, my voice echoing around the bathroom. My body convulses against the wall and in his arms, his tongue carrying me through the aftershock of my orgasm.
Cupid gives me no reprieve before he unlatches my legs from around his head and has my feet back on the shower floor.
He stands abruptly, holding me upright in his arms before he captures my lips with his in a messy, frenzied kiss.
My arousal coats his tongue, intertwining with mine.
His kiss is demanding, hungry for my submission and giving him what he wants most—my attention.
I moan into his mouth, making him growl with appreciation low in his throat.
Searching for his own release, Cupid rubs his cock against my slick stomach.
Wanting to help him feel good, I grip his dick in my hand, my fingers barely wrapping around his girth.
The imposing size of this man is enough to make any woman weak at the knees.
My fingers slide over his Jacob’s ladder, stirring a guttural groan from Cupid.
He juts his hips forward, panting and chest heaving.
“Show me how you like it,” I whisper against his lips, wrapping my hand around his sack and gently tugging downward.
“Fuck, Butterfly.” His eyes roll close on a deep moan. “You’re undoing me.”
His big hand clamps around mine, contracting my grip on his hard length. “I like it tight like your cunt.”
Holy swoon! The words coming out of his mouth are enough to undo me. If I hadn’t already had an orgasm, I would right now.
Together we pump his stiff cock with him controlling the speed and the tension. Watching this powerful man coming undone to my touch has my inner slut giddy and my pussy contracting once more.
With a few strokes, he releases his hot load across my stomach and over our hands. His hips jerk out of my grip as he comes and his cock jumps between us.
Exhausted, Cupid rests his head against the shower wall, holding me tight to his body and panting to catch his breath. I wrap myself around his body, purring contentedly against his chest.
We’re startled apart when we hear a booming voice in the next room. “Cupid! We’re here with dinner. Food’s going to get cold if you don’t get your asses out here soon.”
My man sighs. “That would be Oaks.”
A rush a heat blooms on my face. “Do you think they heard us?”
He snickers, kissing my temple. “Probably. You’re loud when you come.”
Mortified, my hands cover my cheeks. “Oh, my God! Am I?!”
With a boisterous laugh, Cupid smacks my ass and exits the shower. “Take your time, Butterfly. I’ll keep our guests busy until you’re ready to join us.”