Sinfully Yours, Sir (Doms of Decadence 4)

“Tilly, what are you doing?” he asked as she pulled open the door.

She squeaked and jumped back as he turned around. His face was stern as he folded his arms over his chest.

“I’m never going to be able to sneak up on you, am I?”

“Do you need to use the toilet?”

“Use the toilet in front of you?” she asked, aghast.

He just grinned. “I can’t believe you’re blushing.”

She put her hands on her cheeks. “I can’t believe you’d expect me to just walk in here and go to the toilet while you’re showering.”

Dylan shook his head. “When we’ve been married for a while you won’t think twice about it.”

Tilly loved the way he talked all the time about them marrying and having kids. It made her more confident in his feelings. That he was truly committed to her.

“I was going to shower with you,” she said. “It would save time and I could help you with this.” She stepped boldly forward and clasped her hand around his thick cock.

He shuddered and she knew she’d won. He needed this.

“I said no,” he told her.

“But you can’t go to dinner with this,” she told him. “What will my father and brothers think?”

He growled.

“Turn around,” she told him, letting him go. “Let me wash your back.”

“You

’re in trouble for this,” he warned.

She wasn’t worried. Dylan turned and she grabbed his shower gel, squirting some onto her hand. He leaned his hands against the wall of the shower as she reached around, grasping his cock firmly, running her hands up and down the shaft.

He’d taught her exactly how he liked this and she knew it wouldn’t take long for him to come. But there was something else she’d like to try before he did. Letting go of him with one hand, she drew it back around his body and placed one fingertip against the ring of his ass.

He stiffened and she stilled. Maybe this wasn’t his idea of fun.

“Do you want me to stop?” she asked.

“No,” he told her.

She pressed her fingertip firmly against his puckered hole, pushing just the tip inside him. Water and soap didn’t make for very good lube so she wouldn’t be going much further.

“I put some lube in the top drawer of the bathroom cabinet,” he told her, his breath coming in short pants. “Go grab it.”

She quickly moved to obey him. Tilly squirted some on her fingers before re-joining him. With her right hand, she pumped his shaft. Using the lube to ease her way, she slowly pushed a finger into his asshole, searching for the right place. This wasn’t something she’d actually done before, just read about.

“There, right there,” he told her with a low groan. “Christ, you’re killing me.”

The water poured over them as she stroked his cock and rubbed against his prostate. He shuddered, shaking his head. Loud pants filled the shower cubicle then he let out a low moan as he erupted, white spurts splashing against the apricot shower wall.

Tilly pulled her finger free and took a small step back. He turned and gazed at her hungrily.

“Damn, that was the hottest handjob I’ve ever had,” he said.

She smiled with satisfaction as she reached for the gel again and washed her hands.