I’ve been too scared to tell her how I feel.
“Kim,” I say quietly and it’s so quiet and my voice is so deep that she stops and looks at me.
“I love you, Kim,” I tell her.
She’s about to roll her eyes when I take a few steps close to her.
“You don’t have to say anything yet.” I say. “But let me prove it to you.”
She looks at me puzzled.
“Give me three months, and let me show you how much I love you.”
My cock is already hard as fuck, firmly nestled between her ass cheeks, and she starts rocking her body, grinding against me. Hooking my fingers on her waist I make her turn to me, my mouth hungrily looking for hers. My lips slowly hike from her neck to her chin, and only then do I press my mouth against hers. Fucking hell, I was never into romantic kissing, but with her I'm game for pretty much everything.
I’m going to show you.
I’m going to show her the man that I can be.
“You promise?” she asks me and I can tell she’s thinking of trusting me.
I fucking love her.
Don't you dare to fucking judge me; I'm not turning into a sentimental fuckwad. Far from that. It's just that there's something about her...
I nod and she starts to smile.
I come even closer.
Our lips brush as the warm water runs down both our bodies, maddening desire starting to take control of me. Our kiss grows wild, our tongues battling against each other in a frenzied embrace. I nibble at her full lips, gently pulling on them – fuck, I've never tasted lips that were so fucking perfect. You'd think that God himself designed them so that they could drive men all around the world completely fucking crazy with lust.
I let one hand slide down her body and around her waist, my fingers brushing against her wet pussy – and I can assure you she's not wet because of the running water. Pressing one finger right above her clit, I start to rub it there; her lips are parted and her eyes closed, her body pulsing with so much desire I can almost feel it on the atmosphere.
“Cody,” she moans, the sound of her voice making my cock throb hard. Is there anything sweeter than having my fucking name on her lips? Well, perhaps my cock.
“I'm right here,” I say, gently rubbing my finger over her clit in short closed circles. I let my free hand go down her back, my open palm going over the curve of her ass, and I grab her there, pulling and squeezing her cheeks hard.
“You're always thinking of this,” she says, her lips curling into a lazy smile. At last, a smile.
“Thinking of what?”
“Sex, Cody”, she tells me, pressing herself into me. “Can't you live without it?”
What kind of fucking question is that? The answer is a fucking obvious one: of course I can't go without sex. What the fuck does she think I am? Some kind of fucking celibate monk? More than a day without having a tight pussy wrapped around my cock, I start to go Vietnam crazy.
“Kim, you know the answer to that,” I respond, squeezing her cheeks even harder while I nibble at her neck.
“I bet that you can't be with me and not come,” she says, her fingers going down my stomach and tracing a soft and teasing line towards the base of my cock; instead of grabbing it, she simply brushes the tip of her index finger over the whole length of my starving cock. One by one, her fingers curl around my thickness and she starts to flick her wrist, stroking me softly.
“I can do whatever the fuck I want, babe.”
“Oh, is that so?” With her free hand, she cups my balls, massaging them while her grasp on me tightens. By the way she's smiling, I already know she's thinking of something I'm not sure I'm going to like. “I dare you to resist me...”
Alright, I was right about it: I'm not into this fucking conversation. Swear to God, if she tells me I can't fuck her, a
vein in my head is going to burst.
“No way. I’ve resisted you long enough... You know that, babe.”