28. Charli #3
I dip down and palm his balls in my hand. Rolling them around in the suds as I keep pumping my other hand up and down his length.
“Shit. Don’t stop now.”
With his back to the shower, I get down on my knees, the bubbles sliding down his torso and legs. Grabbing him at his base, I take the tip of his cock into my mouth. I flick the underside of his head with my tongue and suck on him.
“Oh my God,” his deep voice rumbles.
I stroke him and look up into his eyes. “This cock is amazing,” I say before I slide my lips down his length.
My other hand cups his balls, the hot water streaming down his body as I pull him deeper into my mouth.
I suck and lick him while rubbing his sack and holding his shaft in place with my other hand.
“I want to make you come,” I add quickly before taking him between my lips again. He starts to pump into my mouth at a faster pace. His hand is on the shower wall bracing himself, the other cradles the side of my head.
His balls tighten as I lick his cock and take him to the back of my throat. “I'm close,” he pleads, his voice hoarse.
I hum along his length as he pumps back forth, fucking my mouth.
I want to taste his cum down my throat. Putting my hands on either side of his hips, he rocks in and out, my lips sealing around him.
He groans and stiffens, the hot spurts hitting my tongue.
Swirling my tongue around him once more, he mumbles something before I stand and take a drink of water from the shower.
He leans against the shower wall and watches me, then pulls me into a kiss. “That was the fucking best. I’ve been wondering what it would be like to have your lips on me.”
Holding him close, our bodies slip against each other. “It turned me on that you liked that. Happy birthday.”
“Jesus, how could I not?” he moans.
I rinse my hair out and soap my body.
He joins in to wash me between my legs. His fingers toy with me. “Are you sore here?”
“A little, but it still feels good,” I mumble before kissing him. “We’re getting all wrinkly. Let’s get out.”
We towel off; his body is all hard planes of muscle. He wraps himself in a towel and runs a hand through his wet hair and I can’t stop myself from admiring him in the dim light. He is one gorgeous man.
“Want to order something?” he asks.
I blink out of my daze and drag my hand down his chest, little flecks of water covering his skin. “I don’t want us to have to pick it up. I think I have a pizza in the freezer. We can heat that up. But, it’s not very special for your birthday,” I say as I lean closer.
“Let’s just make something here. I'll get that going while you dry off.”
He gives me a quick kiss before heading into the other room. Sounds of him humming and rummaging around in my kitchen drift back to me. I hug the towel to myself feeling so satisfied. We’re so much more than friends now.
I grab a big t-shirt to put on. Walking out to the kitchen, I find him by the counter in his underwear, the pizza in the oven. He’s chopping some veggies for a salad. I stand behind him and loop my arms around his waist. “Mm, the pizza smells good.”
“Well, we worked up an appetite.”
I lay my head across his back as he puts the finishing touches on the salad. “I want to make you some cupcakes too.”
“You know I love my sweets, but you don’t have to.”
“I want to. Everyone deserves a treat on their birthday.”
He sets the knife down and turns in my embrace. “We can always have a belated celebration then.”
The timer beeps and we pull apart.
We eat our pizza facing each other on the little stools in my kitchen, stopping to kiss every few bites. He feeds me cucumber slices and I let him take a big bite of my pizza. We wash it down with two cold beers. I collect the dishes and pile them in the sink.
He puts the rest of the food in the refrigerator and wipes off the island.
“You don’t have to do all that.”
He furrows his brow. “I have to clean everything up at night, or it bothers me.” He tosses the paper towel into the trash. “Shit.”
“What is it?” I ask as I switch off the overhead light.
“I only have my wet clothes from the beach with me.”
He sits on a stool in the kitchen and I stand between his legs. “Can you stay tonight?” I ask tentatively as I drape my arms on his shoulders.
He kisses my neck gently. “I want to, but I didn’t secure the boat.” He rubs my back and cups my chin.
“Please,” I plead.
“I will soon though. It’s getting late and I know you have to be up early tomorrow. Get some sleep and I’ll come to the shop in the morning.”
“What about your cupcakes?”
“We can have them another night.”
I stick out my bottom lip and pout. “Promise?”
“I promise.”
After he leaves I lie in my bed alone tugging the blanket closer to me. The sheets smell like us now, beachy with a little salt. Closing my eyes I inhale, the memories of earlier in the night flooding me. He was gentle with me yet still demanding. Such a perfect combination.
Tonight made me realize what I hadn’t seen when we met. It’s as if a veil was lifted and he let me in. But, it’s more than that, it’s how he looks at me when we’re together. He sees right inside me.