A towel awaits me on the heated towel rack, and I wrap it around my body, secure it under my arm, and then walk over to him, placing my hand on his obvious, bulging erection.
His eyes fall to mine, and before he can say anything, I drop down to my knees and undo his pants. He hisses when I take his cock out of his briefs, and when I wrap my mouth around the tip, his chest expands, and his head falls back.
“Fuck, Lilly. We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“I do believe work hasn’t started yet, therefore, if I want to suck your cock, I will.”
He grips my jaw and says, “But I dictate when and where.”
“Are you going to deny me your cock?” I blink up at him and see the indecision waver in his eyes.
Just when I think he’s going to tell me to stand, he wraps his hand around my wet hair and says, “Suck me. But when I say stop, you listen.”
“Yes, my King,” I say. And as usually happens when I call him that, he takes a deep breath.
Pleased, I take him into my mouth again, and my hands fall to the base of his length, where I tug, drawing pleasure up his shaft.
I watch as he sags against the counter, guiding me with his hold, relaxing when he’s usually very rigid, very uptight. But he must know I need this connection as much as he does. To start the day, I need to know that I’m his. I need to feel his touch. I need to feel him inside of me.
I roll my tongue over his head, sucking hard and then drawing him into the back of my throat.
“Fuck, Lilly, you’re so good.” He moves my head over his dick, dragging himself in deeper and deeper until he hits the back of my throat. He pulls me away and gives me a moment to breathe. His thumb passes over my cheek. Then he brings me back to the tip and I suck him even harder, pulling a groan from his throat.
So sexy.
Such a turn-on.
I can bring this man to his knees with just my mouth. I feel so empowered.
While my mouth and one hand pump over his length, I cup his balls with my other hand and carefully palm them, rolling them around in a deliberate rhythm.
His muscular thighs quiver.
His hand grows tighter in my hair.
And when I release him, only to flick the underside of his cock with my tongue—something I know he loves—he groans, which echoes in the bathroom.
“Enough,” he says, tugging on my hair.
Even though I don’t want to stop, even though I desperately want to finish him off with my mouth, I listen.
“Stand up,” he commands. “Touch yourself. Are you wet?”
I am, I don’t need to touch myself to know, but I do it anyway and slip my fingers between my legs before pulling them away. Keller wraps his long fingers around my wrist and brings my hand to his mouth. He sucks my fingers between his lips and then makes a satisfied noise.
“Put one leg up on the counter.”
I prop one leg on the counter, bringing my pussy to his aching erection. He grips his length at the base and then rubs the tip along my clit.
“God, yes, Keller.”
He then slips inside of me, and with his hand on my ass, keeping me from falling back, he digs his fingers into my skin and pulls me closer, hitting a spot I didn’t even know existed.
“Oh, God.” My head falls back as Keller’s other hand caresses my breasts, his fingers toying with my nipple piercings.
“Heaven,” Keller whispers. “Being inside of you, it’s goddamn heaven.” He pulses his hips, and I know with one wave of friction between us, I will not last long.
“You’re so deep,” I say, my breath escaping me with every thrust. I can barely hold any air. It’s being snatched by the immense pleasure pulsing through me. “I . . . I won’t last,” I say. “I’m sorry.”
“Same,” he grunts, pounding harder now, using his hand on my ass to keep me steady as he slams into me. “Fuck, this will never get old. Ever. So good.”
His voice.
His touch.
His relentless efforts to make us both orgasm, it frees something within me, unlocks a vessel. Before I know what’s happening, a low, guttural moan falls past my lips as my body seizes around him.
“Yes, Keller, fuck . . . yes.” I grind on him, my orgasm ripping through me in one fell swoop, knocking me so hard in the chest that I lose my balance and nearly slip. But my man is there to catch me. He holds me up by the ass with both hands while he pounds into me, right before the sexiest noise comes out of him.
“Shit,” he whispers. “Oh . . . fuck, Lilly.” His hips still, and I feel his cock pulse inside of me as he comes, both of us using each other until every last ounce of pleasure has been claimed.