“No, sweetheart, you do.”
Lifting my head so I can look at him, I ask, “Why’s that?”
He cups my cheek and says, “For a couple of reasons. One, it’s a great idea to do that after sex. It prevents bladder infections. I could give you my professional explanation, but I don’t think you need that right now. And two, when you get to the bathroom, you’ll see why.”
And then it hits me. Blood. Fuck! How embarrassing. He sees my reaction and says, “Don’t you dare be embarrassed by this. It was beautiful and amazing and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Now go before I take you myself.”
Scrambling out of the bed, I scurry into the bathroom and when I look at my thighs, I screech. In less than a few seconds, the door busts open and he’s in there with me.
“Can I just tell you something? A little blood goes a long way. What looks like a whole lot on you there, is only a little bit. Calm down and why don’t we get in the shower?”
I shake my head and say, “Okay. But let me use the bathroom first and then put my hair up.”
He walks out and I use the facilities. Then I call him back in and he enters while I’m twisting my hair up in an elastic.
He turns on the shower and when the temperature is right, we get in. He squirts some shower gel in his hands and rubs them together. “May I?”
“Yes.” How can I say no?
Before I know what’s happening, he spins me around and pulls me back against him. “You’re so gorgeous, Cate.” Then, soapy hands dip between my thighs and gently wash me. He slides them all over and back between us, all around to make sure all the blood is washed away. Then he turns me back around and lets the shower rinse the suds away. He lathers up again and washes the rest of my body.
When he’s finished, I say, “My turn.” I mimic everything he did. It’s kind of funny because when his back is to me, he’s so much taller than I am, I feel like a little kid. But my hands reach around and take hold of his erect cock. His arms stretch out to brace himself on the wall. I work the lather all around him, and he moans. This may turn into something way more than a shower. As I turn him back around, the look on his face has me moaning, too.
“Drew.”
“Cate.”
“I want you.”
“No. You’ll hurt too much tomorrow.”
“I should be the judge of that. Not you.”
“Not in here. No condoms.”
I look up at him, and then down at his erection. My mind is made up. I drop to my knees and put my mouth on him. He’s large, but not ridiculously huge like you read about in those romance novels. His cock doesn’t jut out and reach his chest, meaning it’s not eighteen inches long. No, thank god. I would run screaming from this shower if it did. But it is large and thick. Just perfectly pretty. A nice tawny shade with a lovely mushroom cap on top. And he feels like velvet.
Blow jobs are not my specialty. In fact, I’ve only ever given a couple. So I decide to stop and tell him if I’m doing something wrong, he needs to tell me. Or if there’s something he wants me to do, to tell me that, too.
“Just put your pretty mouth on me, Cate, and lick and suck. And leave the teeth out of it. Well maybe a little bit of teeth.”
With his erection back in my mouth, I do what I think I would like if I were a man. Apparently, I’m right. Because he thrusts his pelvis forward to meet my rhythm and starts talking.
“Oh god, Cate. So damn good.”
My tongue decides to take a trip down cock road. So it roams from base to tip, up down, up down. Faster, faster and then I put the whole thing in my mouth, sucking until I take it all and he sucks air in through his teeth. Then he makes this groaning sound and I decide to play with his balls. I squeeze, like I’m pumping, but softly, gently. And he starts calling out my name again.
“Cate, Cate, Cate, Catelyn. Catelyn.” The last time he says it really long and drawn out. Then he tries to back away from me. “I’m gonna come.”
Isn’t that the point? Why is he backing away?
“Catelynnnnnnn!” And he comes. “Ah, ah, ah,” he repeats. Guys really do love their head.
When he finishes, he touches my cheek in the most loving gesture. Next thing, he picks me up and kisses me. “This shower was supposed to be all about you. And look at what you did. You sucked me off until … well until I lost myself. You weren’t supposed to let me come in your mouth.”
“Why not? Isn’t that the point? To come?”
“Oh, Cate.” Then he laughs. We rinse again, then get out of the almost cold shower.
After we dry off, we get back in bed. Drew turns to me and asks, “Were you pleased tonight?”
“Is that a trick question?”
“No. I don’t want you leaving here not feeling like you had the best sex of your life.”
Now I laugh. “Drew, I had the only real sex of my life and it was great. And if you’d let me, I’d be humping you right now.”
He smooths a hand down my hair. “You’re a mess.”