My pussy was already swollen before he even touched it and my clit was tender from my own touch just minutes before, so when he touched me, I felt my legs shake involuntarily.
It was like I’d touched a light socket with wet hands. My arms and legs jolted once, then twice, then a third t
ime. I wasn’t coming yet, I was just riding the wave of electricity shooting through my body as his fingers rubbed at my sensitive clit.
I moved my hand under his dick and grabbed his balls. I rolled them around in my hand and let my finger drift to the trail between his asshole and his balls. That fine layer of skin there that most men don’t touch.
The forbidden zone, too close to their asshole for comfort.
I tickled that spot with my finger, a trick I’d seen once in a porno, and Mr. Cooper lifted up on the balls of his feet. I was in control and I liked it.
With the hot water pouring down over my face, I dropped to my knees. My eyes had adjusted to the dark, just barely, but enough for me to see the outline of his cock in front of me. I held it in my hand at the base, gripping it firmly in my fist.
It was big, almost too wide for my fingers to touch. It wasn’t the width that surprised me. It was long. Really long and I couldn’t help imagining myself being skewered on the end of the thing. That sounded really nice actually. I wanted to be skewered.
When I took him in my mouth, he gasped.
“Ahh,” he said. “Yeah.”
I loved his noises. They were cute and sexy at the same time. So far he hadn’t belted out any cheesy porno lines but had stuck with shooting out short outbursts of pleasure.
I lowered my lips down over him and took him as far into my mouth as I could. Bad idea. He was too big. I gagged. I had to pull off for a second.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing,” I said.
I did it again, this time being more careful. I sucked on the head of his dick, letting my teeth gently scrape the base of the mushroom I had my lips suctioned firmly around.
He liked that. He gasped again.
So I bit down a little harder.
He slammed both fists against the shower wall.
“Fuck,” he said.
“You like that?” I asked.
“It kind of hurts,” he said. “But damn it feels good. Do it again.”
So I did. And he smacked the wall again.
“I’m gonna come if you keep that up,” he said.
“Sounds like a dare.”
So I did it again, then I went back to my up and down movement, taking him as far into my mouth as my tonsils would allow.
The next time I gripped his head in my teeth, he cried out.
“I’m gonna come!”
I quickly took him in my mouth again and started pumping his cock with my fist. I felt his ass tighten in my hand and then he let loose in my mouth. His come shot into my mouth.
I let some of it seep out, enough to give us even more lubricant, as I continued to ride his cock with my mouth and my hand. I’d swallowed before, but wasn’t a fan. So I spit everything out into the shower.
When Mr. Cooper was finished, he pulled me up to him. He buried his face in my neck.