She’s always been confident in her skin, and it shows now. Her hands are not wrapped around herself, shielding her body even after the vulnerability she just showed. I admire that.
After turning on the shower to the perfect temperature, I let her get in first, before stripping down myself and following behind. The lights are still off, and the room is only illuminated by the Christmas decorations shining through the open door. Still, though, she doesn’t look at anything besides my face. It’s almost as if she’s trying to rationalize or come to terms with what’s happening.
Or about to happen.
When I open my mouth to tell her to get out of her head, she speaks. “What else have you done besides leave me chocolate?”
This catches me off guard, and I actually laugh. It’s such a rare sound to hear, it even surprises me to hear it. But that’s the thing I’ve always appreciated about Presley, she brings out a side of me I’ve repressed for so long. And now, I’m beginning to see that sometimes allowing someone else to dictate your mood isn’t so trivial.
“When your eyes flash to Charlotte's office one too many times, I know it means you're eager to work with her on something. I always take long lunches on those days so you're free to be with her.”
Her cheeks flush with that beautiful pink blush I’m coming to like. “What else?”
“I think I’ll keep some things to myself, Miss Cartier. It means more to me that way.”
She doesn’t argue or even seem disappointed at my denial, but instead chews on the inside of her cheek and nods.
Shifting away from the water falling overhead, I grab the body wash and squirt it onto a loofah. She watches me lather it up, not saying a word. When I begin to wash her, she moves her limbs accordingly, lifting her arms, and spreading her legs.
When I reach her slit, she tenses, her eyes fluttering shut as she sucks in a sharp breath.
Though I’ve been careful for the majority of the night, I can’t control my cock’s response to her anymore. It twitches and brushes against her thigh, coercing her to finally look down.
Her eyes flare when she sees it, and I smirk, continuing to wash her shoulders. “Do you see something you like, pet?”
She opens her mouth, her gaze still trained down as her small pink tongue peeks out, swiping over her swollen bottom lip. “Yes.”
But before I can make a remark, she drops in one graceful motion, her knees hitting the tile and her hands finding the outside of my thighs.
I take in a breath, careful to keep my face impassive as she inspects my cock growing larger from her intense stare.
“I don’t think this will even fit in my mouth, let alone anywhere else.”
Though her words are low and probably meant to be only for herself, I answer her anyway. “You’ll make it fit.”
Her bright eyes flash up, connecting with mine. I see the challenge and doubt swirling in her orbs, but I run my thumb across her wet jaw in encouragement, my own clenching shut at seeing her in such a submissive position.
Her small hands wrap around my cock, and her eyes never leave mine as she parts her mouth, slipping out her tongue to drag it up my length.
I hiss through my teeth, the slow pace of her tongue chipping away at my composure. She must sense it, closing her mouth and running her pouty lips down my cock before using her tongue again.
Though she just started, I’m already done with her cuteness, so I weave my hands through her hair, yanking her softly to tilt her head. “Be a good girl and open up.”
She does as told almost immediately, dropping her jaw and taking my head in her warm mouth. A deep groan rips from my throat as she caresses the tip with the flat of her tongue.
“You’re such a little tease.” I pull her head closer, grinning when her fingers dig into my thighs. But other than the sharp bite of her nails, she shows no discomfort. That just won’t do.
I yank her harder this time, getting her to loosen the tight ring she has on my cock as she gags. Shaking my head, I tsk, mock disappointment coating my words. “Uh, huh, darling. I know you can take all of me.”
Her nose flares in combination with her pupils, but the nerves seem to vanish, replaced by determination to please me. She holds me firmer, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucks me deeper into her mouth.
It’s getting harder for me to keep my face steady. “That’s it. Just like that, pet.”
I guide her with my hand tangled in her hair, a mix of her wet mouth, the shower hitting my back, and the warmth beginning to bloom in my spine forcing me farther past her lips.
Finally, I shut my eyes against the euphoric feeling, but it only lasts a moment before one of her hands disappears.
My gaze flashes down and not much to my surprise, Presley has her hand between her legs, rubbing in vigorous circles over her clit.
I force my hips forward, throwing her off balance and making her grab onto me again for stability. “Look at my greedy little slut. Did you ask me if you could come again ?”
Her eyes widen, panic staining her pretty cheeks pink.
“You’re going to make me come, and only then will I reward you again. Do you understand?”
She manages to nod before resuming, only now her hand joins her mouth, twisting around as she works me up and down.
With all the pent-up tension from earlier, it doesn’t take much longer before electricity shoots up my spine. I barely get the words out in time. “Decide where you want my cum. Now .”
Presley acts as if I’ve said nothing at all, her head moving faster now. I give in and fuck her mouth in tandem, one hand braced against the tile, the other guiding her head just as I did in my fantasies. Her sweet gags act as music, and the last chord I need to catapult me over the edge.
Fireworks explode behind my eyes as I spill everything down her inviting throat, and my beautiful girl doesn’t spill a fucking drop.
I hold my hand out, helping her to her feet, but the moment she rises, I grab onto her hips, lifting and hooking her around my waist before pushing out the shower door.
She giggles, burying her face inside my neck. “Did I do good, sir?”
Instead of answering her, I toss her small body on the bed, not giving a single fuck she’s drenching the sheets.
Under the glow of the Christmas lights shining through my bedroom window, she looks like a piece of art you’d see in a gallery. Her pale curves decorated in tan freckles, highlighting the dips of her body. Her breasts are perfect tear drops, her dusty pink nipples drawn tight. The assortment of colors falls over her skin, and I realize then I could stare at her like this for hours and never grow bored.
I could find a dozen constellations in those delicate markings, and then turn around and find a dozen more.
“You are perfect.”
Presley catches her lip between her teeth, failing miserably at keeping the ridiculously wide smile from lighting up her face.
“Are you ready for me to reward you for such a good job, darling?”
Somehow her grin grows, and she nods. “Yes, sir.”