“Smart ass.” I roll and hover over her, kissing her until she throws her arms around my neck. My dick is stiffer than granite, but I want to clean off last night’s sticky mess before we get filthy again. I lift her off the bed with her legs wrapped around my waist. She grinds her pussy on my cock as I carry her to the bathroom.
“Behave.” I swat her ass and then set her bottom on the vanity. Switching on the sprayers, I test the water, which is quick to be the right temp. Some luxuries are worth the extra money. I left the wrap in the bathroom last night, so I wrap her arm again and then help her into the warm water. Sliding off my boxers, I step inside.
“So, Doctor, how old are you?” She stares appreciatively at my body from head to toe, licking her lips.
“Twenty-six. I’m going to be twenty-seven in two days.” She doesn’t cringe at my age, so that’s a bonus. I feel ancient compared to her, but fuck if it’s going to change our situation. I’m just old enough to know what I genuinely want. Now to convince her to stay.
“Really? That’s wonderful. What are you planning to do for your birthday?”
“I don’t know. Maybe unwrap you as a present.” I wag my brows at her. I could say that I’d spend the day eating her pussy while convincing her to marry me.
“You are so hot, smart, and sweet. I’m not sure I can handle all this perfection.”
“You better get used to it.” I encircle her waist and bring her in for a kiss, moving us into the water. Grabbing the soap, I lather my hands and start trailing them down her body, caressing her breasts and her ass.
The water pours over both of us and sends me into a frenzy.
Quickly I slam her against the wall as water continues to glide down our bodies. “Edward, take me now.” Her hips roll forward trying to get at my cock, but I can’t stand to hurt her. Sliding my hand down, I test her pussy. Her lips are puffy and swollen, but she’s soaked. Strumming her clit, I tease her until I can slip my fingers inside.
“Fuck, Edward. Oh my…” She tosses her head back, arching her breasts. Bending down, I lick one of her stiff peaks, sucking it into my mouth while my right hand slides over her other, rubbing and plucking on her nipple.
“Ride my fingers, Ella.” I want to be inside of her, but she’s still too tender for my cock. I drop to my knees, spreading her legs wide, needing her taste on my tongue. Lifting her thigh over my shoulder, I part her lips and suck on her little nub while my fingers coax her cream onto my tongue. Her walls clench around my fingers and her body shakes. “I’m coming, my prince.” I eat her out until she calms down. Climbing to my feet, I kiss her and then start washing myself.
“What about you?” she asks, reaching for my cock.
“It’s okay, Princess. I want your pussy to heal before I fuck you again.”
“That doesn’t mean I can’t please you as well.” Ella lowers herself to her knees. I would stop her, but the vision of her taking my cock in her tiny mouth made sleeping hard last night.
Her small hand wraps around my shaft, but her fingers don’t quite touch. I hiss as her lips graze the tip in a kiss before she engulfs the head. My vision blurs as she sucks me down deeper, moaning and stroking at the same time. One hand flies to the wall for support while the other digs into the base of her skull so I can take control. Fucking her face, I feel my balls tighten up as I’m about to come. “Princess, I’m going to come.” I move to pull her off my cock, but she growls and sucks harder.
She moans as she swallows every fucking drop into her mouth. Ella stands with a grin on her face after thoroughly cleaning off my cock. “I could suck your cock every day,” she says and then steps out of the shower with a sway to her hips.
“Keep that shit up and you will, Princess. I’ll have you on your knees begging for my dick.” I’m so fucking hard again. I could break down walls with this fucker. Finishing my shower, I get out and hurriedly get dressed.
“Anything else you want to do for your birthday?”
“Well, I’m sure my mom is going to throw a party for me.” I hated that she did it, but my dad reminds me that it’s only once a year.
“She still throws parties for you? That’s wonderful.” The look she gives me is a skeptical one. I know exactly what she’s thinking, but she couldn’t be farther from the truth.