He kisses my neck, taking his time. I relax even more and start to forget about how taboo it is to have more than one partner.
His hands run down the length of my back and onto my ass. He slips one between my thighs and I part my legs, willing. I bring my own hands down his chest, fingers slipping inside the top of his pants.
His perfect body is marked by one imperfection, and I gently run my finger over the birthmark. He moves his hands to my front and pops the button on my jeans. Then he slides a finger through a belt loop on either side of my waist and tugs my tight jeans down. My panties go down with them. I bend a leg up, freeing my foot, then do the same with the other.
Gilbert’s dick is getting hard, and I take it in my hand. There’s something so fucking hot about feeling a guy’s cock harden and knowing I’m the one causing him to get turned on.
He pulls my shirt over my head and groans at the sight of my breasts. I have on my best pushup bra, and even I have to admit my tits look fan-fucking-tastic. Gilbert takes me by the waist and buries his head in my breasts. I steady myself with my hands on his shoulders, enjoying the sensation of his hard cock rubbing on my stomach. He kisses me all over, reaching up and sliding the straps of my bra over my shoulders.
Not wanting to spend a single second without his lips on me, I unhook my bra myself and shimmy the straps all the way down. Gilbert stares at me, a hungry man looking at a feast, then picks me up, pressing me between his body and the wall. My legs wrap around him, and desire burns deep inside me. I’m so turned on, so wet and ready for his big cock to push inside me. My pussy quivers in anticipation and I don’t want to wait any longer.
I push him away and drop to my knees, yanking the ties on his pants. Once undone, they fall to the floor around his feet. Wrapping my hands around his thighs, I rake my fingers up, slowly lifting my gaze to his cock. Big, thick, and so fucking hard. Pre-cum drips from the tip, glistening under the bright lights above us. I lick my lips, cup his balls with one hand, and move in, starting slow.
I put my lips just around the tip, sucking gently. Gilbert puts one hand on the wall behind me and the other on my head, tangling his fingers in my hair. Keeping one hand on the base of his cock, I get to work, swirling my tongue around the tip before taking him in my mouth. I suck hard and pull my head back, then repeat the same motion over and over, sucking him off until his legs begin to tremble.
“Ace,” he pants, hips moving in rhythm with my head. He’s close to coming but doesn’t want this to end yet.
And neither do I.
With a final hard suck, I take my lips off his cock. He grabs me under the arms and hoists me up against the wall again as if I weigh nothing at all. His cock rubs against my clit, and I moan, rocking my hips so it’ll hit me in the same spot again.
“You like that?” he pants, thrusting his hips against me. I close my eyes, head going back against the wall. Still holding me, he takes a step back and goes into the shower. Hot water rains down on us, and for a moment, Gilbert turns his head up, stunned.
God, I’ve taken hot showers for granted.
I shut the glass door, watching water roll off his wings. I tip my head up, needing the hot water on my face. Gently, Gilbert moves my hair from my face, rinsing the blood from my face, and watching it go down the drain. His hands run the length of my body and he urges me to sit on the bench. As soon as my ass is down, he’s on his knees, spreading my thighs.
Hot water cascades down on me as Gilbert brings his lips to my pussy. His mouth covers me, tongue lashing out at my clit. Hard and fast. Over and over. Moaning, I bring my leg up, hands going to his wet hair. I look down, watching him eat me out, and feel my inner walls begin to contract. I’m so hot and he’s winding me up so tight, I’m going to come hard.
The pleasure builds up until I’m about ready to burst. And then Gilbert stops, breaking the contact. I exhale, heart hammering, and blink water out of my eyes.
“Touch yourself, Ace,” he orders. “Make yourself come so I can watch.”
My heart flutters. I’ve never touched myself in front of anyone before. I’m teetering on the edge of orgasm. I need to come before I implode.
“Don’t be shy.”
I nod, push a strand of wet hair out of my face, and drag my fingers down my chest and over my pussy. The second I touch my clit, red-hot tingles go through me. I close my eyes, let my head fall back, and begin to rub myself. Gilbert’s hands are still on my thighs as he watches. I shift my weight so I get hit with hot water, enhancing my own pleasure.
I start to move my fingers in a circular motion. Slow at first, then faster and faster. Using my other hand to further spread myself, I’m on the brink of coming once again. And as soon as I’m there, Gilbert takes my wrists, moves my hands to the side, and dives down, tongue flicking my clit again and again.
My pussy spasms against his hot mouth, warmth spilling from inside of me as I come harder than I ever have before. He slows his movements but keeps his mouth on me, gently licking and sucking at my sensitive clit until it’s too much. Writhing with pleasure, I try to push him away, but he’s relentless.
His mouth goes to my thigh, biting my tender flesh, and he pushes a finger deep inside my pussy, going right for my G-spot. He taps it, stops, and taps again. Oh. My. God. My ears ring and my toes tingle. I lean back against the shower wall so hard my butt starts to slide forward. He holds me steady, fingering me for another moment, before turning his face back in to eat me out again.
I come for the second time, and my whole body reacts to the orgasm. Gilbert holds me, keeping me in the warm water until I stop shaking. Panting, I let out a heavy breath and feebly reach for him.
Still on his knees, he comes closer and moves my wet hair out of my face. And then the water starts to get cold.
“Shit,” I pant. “We’re running out of hot water.”
Gilbert stands, shuts off the water, and reaches for the towels he’d gotten out from under the sink. He quickly dries himself off, then wraps one around me and carries me into the bedroom, sitting on the bed with me in his lap. He takes another towel and pats at my wet hair, catching the water that’s dripping off the ends.
His cock is still hard and pressing against my bare ass. Still riding on ecstasy, I nuzzle against him, needing another minute to recover.
“You’re shivering,” he whispers, and stands with me still in his arms. The towel falls to the ground, and he holds me with one arm and turns down the blankets on the bed with the other. We get in bed together and he spoons his body around mine before bringing the blankets over us both.
His erection presses against my ass. I wiggle closer to him and his hands find their way to my breasts.
“Are you tired?”
“You wore me out,” I say with a smile on my lips. I turn in his arms, facing him. He’s on his side, with one wing tucked under his body and the other slightly above. I reach out and run my fingers along the rough edges. “But I’m not too tired to take care of you.”
“Sleep if you’re tired, Ace.”
I hook my leg over him and his cock rubs against my pussy and I start to get wet all over again. “You don’t want to fuck me?”
“I do. You know I do, Ace.” He cups my face and kisses me hard. “I want nothing more than to bury my cock inside your tight cunt and fuck you so hard you feel me inside you even after we’re done. What I want to do to you won’t be quick. When I fuck you, I’m going to take all night.”
“Holy shit,” I whisper, breath catching.
“So rest, Ace. You need your strength.”
I wake with a start, having heard the floorboards creak. Gilbert is still next to me, naked, with his arms wrapped around my waist. His breathing is slow and steady, making me think he’s asleep. Someone grabs the doorknob and twists. My heart is in my throat and visions of the vampire flash before me.
“Thomas?” I whisper, seeing a winged man move into the room. Shadows are over his face and I can’t discern who it is.