'That's why I want the first time to be right. Because you're so damn sweet. Now hold still.'
Pressing a quick kiss on my forehead, he shifted his grip so he could curl his thumbs down the crease of my thighs. He slid them forward until they met at the top of my labia. Gently, he caught my clitoris, hood and all, between the pads. My breath hitched at the direct stimulation. Gaining confidence, he pressed harder, then rotated the love-slicked folds against the tender shaft. 'If I rub you like this, can you come just from that?'
"Three guesses,’ I said, already gulping for air. I tried not to churn my hips, but it was hard to restrain myself. The ache went all the way to my womb and the jutting rod that split my sex was exactly what I needed to cure it. 'Oh, please, Joe, can I move a little?'
'Let me do it,’ he said. Muttering a prayer for fortitude, he rocked me in quick little surges. The red came back to his face as soon as he began.
'Geez,’ he gasped. 'I think my balls are trying to crawl inside my body.'
He couldn't tug them back this time. His hands were busy with me. I lowered one arm to reach around his body.
'Careful.' His feet slapped the wet porcelain as he spread his legs and braced himself.
Too naughty to resist, I curled my fingers into his crack and followed it down. He jumped when I tickled his perineum. 'Kate,’ he warned.
I bit his shoulder. 'Almost there.' His scrotum swung against my hand. 'How hard should I pull?'
'Hard,’ he said through gritted teem, but I was afraid of injuring him.
My experimental tug made him groan miserably and hitch me closer. I tried again.
This time, he groaned even louder. 'Are you trying to make me come faster?'
Abashed, I let go.
'Just finish yourself, honey,' he said. 'Just take what you need. I'll try to hold on.'
Taking him at his word, I ground my pubis to his root, tightening myself around him to gather in the sensations. I added an inch to his abbreviated thrusts, then two. I knew this was straining his limits, but, lord, it felt good to massage that killing itch. His thumbs circled faster, trying to keep me with him. Sounds broke in his throat, choked and harsh. I looked down at his cock on my next withdrawal. The taut skin glistened with my juices, russet red. I knew he couldn't last much longer.
'Soon.' The wave rose inside me. 'Just a little - oh, God.'
My head snapped back as it broke. Joe cried out, rocketing through my spasms with a flurry of long hard thrusts. He marked the end of each stroke with my name. Each repetition shot another spear of pleasure through my loins - Kate, Kate, Kate - withdrawing to the brink and hammering back like he meant to drive his cock to my heart.
Then he came. His penis convulsed inside me as though milked by an invisible hand, strong, dramatic contractions - five, six, seven - each shaking his body from scalp to toe. Finally, after the tenth hard spasm, he sighed, a sigh of the most intense relief I'd ever heard.
'Kate,’ he murmured again, sagging against me until the tiles supported both our weight. He held me like that for a minute, then let me down and undamped his fingers from my cheeks. He'd gripped me so tightly my nerves tingled from lack of circulation. 'Wow.' He shook the stiffness from his hands. 'That was good.'
'Good enough to count as a flash?'
He wagged his finger at me. 'I'm all flashed out, Miss Kate. So you can worry about your own darn self.'
But how could I worry about betraying my passions when he treated me, and them, with such tender loving care? He carried me to my bed wrapped in a big yellow towel.
'You'll spoil me,' I purred as he rubbed me dry.
He feathered the glossy triangle between my legs. 'Believe me, it's a luxury. Sean never lets -'
He stopped speaking, either because he didn't want to bring Sean's name into 'our' time, or because he didn't want to betray a confidence. Rather than pry, I rolled to my side and stroked his thigh as far as the edge of the towel he'd tucked around his hips. He shifted his knees apart. Accepting the wordless invitation, I slid my palm up the near-hairless skin of his inner thigh. My knuckles joggled his weighty shaft, causing his breath to hiss through his teeth. He unwrapped the towel.
'Suck me until I'm hard again,' he said. "That is, if you wouldn't mind.'
I smiled. 'Of course I wouldn't mind. I love going down on you.'
To prove it, I bowed over his lap, lifted the head on the cupped flat of my tongue and tipped it into my mouth. Heavy as he was, I had to trap him in my lips to hold him steady. Then I licked him, large circles and small, pausing now and then to flick the tiny blind eye or the sensitive array of folds on the underside of the head.
My efforts were not in vain. In less than a minute he'd reached full tumescence. He put one hand on his shaft and urged himself an inch farer into my mouth.