Sweet Dandelion

I bite my lip as he moves away, still in front of me but with his back against the tiled wall. He leans his head against it, eyes closed. He strokes himself faster, harder. A small whimper leaves me and I cup my small breasts, twisting my nipples. Despite my soreness, I feel my pussy getting wet. I don’t think my body could handle his cock right now, but it doesn’t mean I can’t orgasm.

My hand slides down over my stomach, droplets of water pelting me. My fingers find the sensitive nerves and I’ve barely begun to rub my clit when he growls out a forceful, “No.”

I blink at him. “No?” I still rub myself, biting my lip to hold in a moan.

“No.” I let my hand fall away, looking at him in surprise.

“Why?”

“Because I’m going to touch you, baby. But you wanted to watch me touch myself, so watch.”

I can barely swallow, my heart beating so fast it’s a roar in my ears.

Lachlan watches me as I watch him. Viewing him fuck himself is a vision to behold. He’s so tall, muscular, a thing of beauty—and witnessing pleasure overtake him makes the sight before me all the better.

He rubs his thumb around the tip and I lick my lips, wanting to taste him, but knowing I can’t move. I stand against the glass, keeping even my hands against it so I’m not tempted to touch myself.

“You fucking love watching this, don’t you?”

“Mhmm,” I whimper.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans, “I’m almost there, baby.”

My pussy clenches, watching his hand tighten around his cock.

“Fuck, I’m going to come.”

I watch in awe as cum spurts out of him, landing on the tile floor and getting on his hand. His eyes close of their own accord, head dropped back in ecstasy. The tendons in his neck strain and the sounds he makes as he orgasms send shots of electricity through my body, because it’s so fucking hot.

It takes him a moment to come down from his orgasm, and when he does, he looks at me with a spark of danger in his eyes.

I squeal when suddenly he’s right in front of me.

“Turn around, baby.”

“Wha—”

“Turn. Around.” He punctuates the words with a spin of his fingers.

I blink at him for a second before I do as he says.

“Hands on the glass.”

I obey his command, keeping my head to the side.

“God, you’re fucking gorgeous.” I see his reflection in the glass, looking me over. I still can’t believe this is happening. It feels like a dream I’m going to wake up from and be disappointed when I realize it’s not real.

But it is.

I guess with an attraction like ours it was inevitable that we give in. You can only fight gravity for so long, and the two of us have been falling together from the start.

He places his hands low on my hips, nearly on my butt, and brings them upward, around my front, stopping to cup my breasts. The whole front of his body presses to my back, and the feel of our skin, so soft and slick, is foreign but welcome. He dips his head into the curve of my neck and I let it fall back against his massive shoulder.

“I love you,” he whispers into the skin, giving a slight bite to where my neck meets my shoulder. His left hand tightens around my breast as his other descends.

I whimper as his fingers get lower, brushing teasingly against my bare pussy. “Touch me.”

“Not yet.”