It’s almost enough to make me come.
I let go of my cock and flatten my hands against the tiles. Leaning forward, I try breathing slowly in an effort to calm myself. I don’t want to come. Not yet.
The agony of wanting Kira, of not having her, is fucking delicious. Logically, I know I shouldn’t get off on this pain, but I do. I want more. I’m already delirious for her, but I want to be pushed so far past the edge that the sickness in me becomes permanent.
Maybe it already has.
Her ass felt so good beneath the sensitive skin of my tip.
My hips rock at the memory, thrusting my cock into empty air.
“Fuck.” Reaching down with one hand, I cup my tight balls, tugging on them. Running my fingers in light circles around the soft, ridged skin, I close my eyes and imagine it’s Kira’s wet tongue.
My dick throbs, and I feel more precome leak out.
She’s close to giving in to me. I sense it every day a little more. If I were to get out of this shower right now and chase her to her room, she’d let me take what I want.
She’d let me lay her on her bed and slowly spread her legs open.
I lick my lips, imagining myself licking up and down her inner thigh.
Would she be ticklish there? I’d spend extra time at the juncture of her thigh, teasing her with the tip of my tongue before sucking one juicy, bare lip into my mouth. My lower lip would rub across her clit and it would pulsate for me, tempting my tongue.
Fuccck, it feels like it’s been forever since I last had that cute cunt in my mouth.
I could have it right now. Her desire had been palpable. She rushed out of this shower because she couldn’t trust herself with me.
But if I go after her, take it now, it’ll be a decision made solely by her body.
I need the girl to choose me with all of her.
I want her body.
Her emotions.
I want every fucking part of her mind and soul.
My hand tightens around my balls in frustration; the slight pain only serves to make me hornier.
I want her tugging on my balls like this. With her hand. Her teeth.
Clenching my jaw, I fight the urge to jerk myself a little longer. I’m going to make myself fucking scream when I come. So loud that my girl will hear me in her room.
Eyes closed, I let the fantasy in my head play out. Kira pushes me back before I can suck on her clit, making me lean back on my legs. Rising up on her knees, she runs her hands all over my body. Every muscle ripples at her touch.
I let my head fall back, moaning loud as fuck. Water slides down the front of my body, over my hypersensitive cock.
I imagine Kira’s hands taking the same path as the water, sliding over my abs, down, down. A hiss leaves me when one of her hands wraps around my dick. Somehow, I manage to withhold from grabbing it in real life.
Her other hand wraps around my aching balls.
I allow myself to squeeze down on them, exactly like I imagine she would.
She leans down, her little tongue licking my shoulders, a path across my collarbone, and each of my pecs. Her hand slides up and down my length the whole time, teasing me. Each light stroke makes me pound harder.
Shit, I can’t take it anymore. I wrap my hand around my dick. Come almost bursts out of me. I lock down every muscle, struggling to hold it back.
My breaths are loud in my ears. I wonder if they can be heard over the rushing water.
I open my eyes and look down, amazed by how swollen my dick is. One stroke. Just one more and I know I’ll explode.
Damn it. What I wouldn’t give to be able to take her. All of her. I let go of my balls and slam my fist into the tiles in front of me. “God, Kira. You make me so hard. Need to pump into your *. Make you take every drop.” In her mouth. Deep in her cunt.
All over that sweet body.
My come would cover her chest, sliding down her perfect tits, one pearly drop clinging to her pink, hard nipple.
“Oh God. Fuck!” I squeeze down around my cock until all I feel is a fucked up mix of pleasure and pain. “Kitty, you make me feel so good . . . can’t fucking take it . . .” My dick swells even more inside my tight, immobile fist. I grind down on my teeth, watching the first drop of come leak out and cling to my red tip—
My head jerks back, my mouth opening on a roar.
Come shoots out of me, hard enough to cause me even more pain, and I fucking love it, growling out Kira’s name with each wave. I don’t move, coming without a single stroke.
One last shudder goes through me, and I go utterly weak. I fall forward to lean against the tiles. My heart stutters after every beat and I can’t breathe.
I hear a door opening and slamming shut out in the hall, then footsteps running down the stairs.
Without a doubt, that was my Kitty, and she’s running downstairs before she ends up coming after me.
A smile curls my lips.
Note to self: jerk off in the shower while Kira’s home as often as possible.