Her grin grew wicked. Thumbs in the silky string wrapping around her hips, she eased the panties down her shapely legs and off her body. He’d hoped she’d toss them in his direction so he could inhale her arousal, but no such luck.
Although what she did might have been even better.
“These sure are wet,” she said in a husky tone that betrayed her desire.
Copper just smirked. “Step under the spray.”
“In a minute.” She fisted the damp panties then lifted them and ran them across her breasts. With a moan, she paused and paid special attention to her nipples, scraping the fabric over the sensitive peaks.
Copper’s entire body jerked with the sharp rush of arousal. He squeezed the base of his dick to keep from shooting his load across the bathroom. His head spun as more blood surged south. “Shell,” he growled.
Her head fell back on another moan as she continued to torture her nipples with the soaked material, imprinting the scent of her arousal on her skin. “Feels good.” Her free hand came up and tweaked the other nipple, pinching and rolling it between her fingers. “Though nothing feels as good as your mouth.”
He was going to lose his shit in about three seconds. “Get in the fucking shower,” he said.
Shell giggled. “So stern,” she said then tossed the red silk at his feet. Two backward steps later, she was in the shower and under the spray. Water saturated her hair, weighing down her curls and lengthening them until they no longer existed. Rivulets of water ran down her body, creating trails Copper wanted to capture with his tongue.
“Spread your legs.”
This time, she obeyed immediately, stepping her feet wider than her shoulders.
“Sit.”
A narrow bench extended along the back wall of the shower. Large enough for her to perch her ass on, but it wouldn’t be the most comfortable.
Once again, she complied and kept her legs spread wide. So trusting, so giving, so his.
Now he had a full-frontal view of her glistening pussy to go with her slippery tits. Perfection…almost.
“Touch yourself.”
He’d thought she might hesitate but was quickly finding out when it came to sex, Shell was not at all what he expected. She was open, curious, creamed when he talked dirty to her, and most important of all seemed to revel in following his direction. She looked to him, allowed him to lead, took his instruction.
Case in point, without hesitation, she slid her palm over the small swell of her stomach and straight down to her mound. Bypassing her clit, she parted her folds with her thumb and middle finger then inserted her forefinger straight into the slick channel. He was dying to see the expression of bliss on her face, but couldn’t tear his gaze away from where her pussy devoured her finger.
Working the digit in and out, she picked up the pace then added a gentle hip thrust, riding her own fingers.
He wished the water wasn’t running so he could hear the squelching of her wetness as she fucked herself. But she’d freeze if he cut the hot shower now that she was drenched.
Copper stroked his engorged cock, giving an extra squeeze each time Shell whimpered. His dick was so full and tight the skin felt stretched to capacity. “Another finger.”
A groan left her lips. Her head fell back against the wall as she inserted a second finger then continued going at herself.
“Pinch your nipple.” Deep mauve and puckered, those puckered buds needed attention.
“Copper,” she said, gasping for air. “I’m not going to last long. I’m gonna come. You got me too worked up at the clubhouse.”
“Good,” he said stroking faster. His stomach muscles clenched when she plucked at her left nipple. “Fuck, I want those babies in my mouth. You want that? You like when I suck your tits?”
“I love it,” she said, arching her hips off the bench. She was fingering herself with fury now. Hand ramming into her pussy again and again.
“Make yourself come.”
“I want…ahh…I want…”
“What, baby? What do you want? You want my cock in that hungry pussy?”
She shook her head, rolling it against the tile wall. The entire time, her gaze had been fixed on his hand tugging his cock.
“You don’t want this?” he asked, slowing his strokes. He didn’t believe that for a second.
“I want you in my mouth,” she said, as she raised her gaze to meet his.
He froze for a second, mind blanking. Holy shit, he’d officially died and gone to heaven. “You want me to fuck that pretty mouth?”
“Yes, Copper.” She moaned again.
“Okay, baby. Get yourself off for me. Let me see that beautiful face get lost in pleasure, and I’ll feed you my cock as a reward.”
“Yes,” she said. She added her thumb to the mix, rubbing over her clit with short fast strokes. Clearly, Shell had this down to a science. Twisting her nipple with more force than he’d expected, she fingered herself and thumbed her clit all at the same time.