Entrapment (Morelli Family 7.5)

God, that’s fucking hot. I look down and see her mouth against my pelvis. She braces one hand on my hip and one on my ass for balance. It’s not her intention to send pleasure straight to my soul, but she makes a noise and the vibrations of her tight throat do just that. It’s really fucking enjoyable teaching her things.

“Stay relaxed,” I advise her, slowly pulling my hips back and then easing into her throat again. Fuck, that feels fantastic. “Good girl,” I tell her, repeating the same motion with just a little more force. Each thrust of my hips brings a steady hit of pleasure. I’m torn between the desire to pick up the pace and fuck her mouth until I can spill my cum down that perfect throat of hers, and the competing desire to pull out and haul her to the shower so I can fuck her the way I wanted to.

Ultimately, as much as I enjoy her mouth, I stop and pull out. She swallows, taking a few deep breaths and looking up at me.

I offer her my hand and she grabs it, standing and regarding me with cautious curiosity. I keep hold of her hand and haul her into the bathroom. It’s strange to be holding someone’s hand—I’m far from a hand-holder.

“Was that okay?” she asks, not quite confident in her skill level.

I give her hand a reassuring squeeze. “Yes. We’ll practice. You’ll get even better at it.”

“So generous of you, volunteering your time to educate me like that,” she teases me.

“I’m a real saint,” I agree.

I release her hand to shuck my pants, then I step into the shower to turn on the water. Mia’s already naked, but when I turn around she has her arms crossed over her breasts, ridiculously overcome by a bout of shyness. Her gaze jumps away when I turn back, but not before I catch her looking me over. Smiling faintly as I approach her, I place a light hand at the small of her back and tug her close. “You’re allowed to look.”

Her cheeks are already pink, but I’m sure she’s blushing even harder since I called her on it. “I wasn’t,” she says, unconvincingly. “I mean… not on purpose, I just….”

At least she stops her ridiculous attempt to hide her breasts from me. Her touch is tentative, but curious. She runs a hand from my right shoulder, down my bicep. She bites her bottom lip and her gaze drags across my chest. I’ve never had a single shy bone in my body, so her perusal doesn’t bother me, but her cheeks remain pink like she’s a bit embarrassed. If I’m gonna keep her, I’ll break her of that virginal shyness. I like certain perks of her inexperience, but I’m not wild about this one. She shouldn’t be ashamed of her sexuality. Vince probably didn’t help with that the other day, but I can easily undo that damage.

“I’ve never showered with anyone before,” she tells me, like there’s even a chance I might not have known that.

I nod my head anyway. “I kinda figured.”

“It seems super intimate,” she adds.

“Well, I’ve had my cock inside you quite a few times. I don’t think it’s more intimate than that.”

Mia squirms. “No, I guess not.”

I intend on having it inside her many more times, too. There’s no point telling her that—I like to make her squirm a little. As long as it doesn’t upset her like it did a couple days ago, I’ll keep her enrollment status at Heaven University to myself.

Thinking of Mia’s joke causes a fond smile to tug at my lips and I can’t help leaning down to give her a kiss. “Get your little ass in my shower.”

“Yes, sir,” she says lightly enough, stepping out of my embrace to walk ahead of me. I take the opportunity to admire the back view, the slight bounce of her perfect ass. Jesus Christ, her body.

I follow after her, stepping inside the shower and pulling the glass door shut behind us. She brings her hands together and reaches up toward the spray, collecting the water in the well of her hands like it’s holy water. I take advantage of the position to move up behind her and slide my arms around her waist, tugging her back against me. I nuzzle my face into her neck, one hand locked around her waist, the other roving up to caress her breast.

For just a split second, I wish I’d met her some other way. I wish the first time I ever touched her was like this. It should have been.

Whatever the reason though, she seems willing to let me off the hook. Her hand rises and she reaches back, running her fingers through my hair as I kiss her neck.

A flash of a memory assaults me, Beth’s sharp blue eyes, her sly smile, her long dark hair covering her breasts as she stands in this same shower.