“You want to show me what you like, Eva? I thought that I’d already proven to you that I know exactly what your body wants from me, wouldn’t you agree?” He stills his hand and fingers until I nod, my face resting against his broad shoulder.
“Good girl.” Before I can respond, he plunges his fingers into me, working them and stroking my inner walls. I feel my body tightening around him and I turn, biting into his shoulder as my nails cut halfmoons into his arms. He’s all muscle and sinew, and he doesn’t pull away from me as he tears my orgasm from me.
“Holy shit!” I scream, throwing my head back and sucking in as much air as I can. The hot water from the shower pours down my face, garbling my words, but I have to let it out.
My muscles contract and then spasm, making it almost impossible for me to stand, and I hold tighter to him, needing his strength to keep on my feet. He slips his fingers from me, pulling them from my tight muscles, and pins me to the wall as I cum.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous when you’re cumming,” he tells me, kissing my cheek and working his way down my neck. “But I think I like it best when you’re cumming on my cock, you know? There’s just something about fucking you, Eva, that I don’t think I’m ever going to grow tired of.”
Wait, what? There’s something that he’s just said that I need to dig deeper into and figure out what he means, but I don’t know that I can do that right now. I make a mental note to come back to what he’s said and try to figure it out later, but he suddenly drops to his knees and pushes my thighs open, and whatever thought I was worried about is gone as he runs kisses up my inner thighs and then licks me, his tongue hot and needy against my slit.
Holy. Hell.
Thank goodness I’m standing with my back against the wall because I’m leaning on it like it’s the only thing keeping me on my feet, and honestly? It is. Roque has his tongue and his fingers working magic inside of me, stroking and rubbing me, fucking me with his fingers and his tongue, and any thoughts that I was having before are gone.
“Roque,” I cry out, reaching down and forking my fingers through his hair. I don’t want him to stop what he’s doing, but at the same time, the thought of his throbbing cock in me is enough to make me cum.
He pauses and leans back, his fingers still in me, still fucking me. I can feel my walls tightening again, and a bit of panic rises in me. He said that he wanted me to cum on his cock. “I’m close, Roque,” I tell him.
“Don’t you dare cum, Eva.” His voice is serious and his face is dark and I gasp a little, looking down at him. “I mean it. You don’t cum until I tell you to, do you understand?”
I whimper and nod, even though I’m not sure that I can do what he’s asking. How the hell am I going to stop? Especially when he…
His tongue is back on me and he sucks my clit, nibbling it, and sending bright bursts of pain through my body.
“Roque!” My cry is a warning.
“Not yet, Eva. I don’t want you to cum yet. You’re going to be cumming all over my cock in a few minutes, do you understand? If you cum now, then you’re going to be in trouble.” He drops his head back down and sucks my clit, rolling it with his tongue.
In trouble? I have no idea what he means, but I grit my teeth and try to focus. He’s telling me not to cum. I’m going to do my best, even though I feel like it may just kill me.
Finally, when I don’t think that I can handle anymore, he stands, grabs me by the hips, and turns me around. I’m pressed up against the shower wall, my tits on the cold tile, my nipples hard as rocks. He massages my ass and thighs and I spread my legs.
There’s only one thing that can take care of the desire I feel right now. Only one thing that can help me get the release I crave, and I’m not above begging him to get it.
“Please,” I whisper, thinking that he won’t hear me.
But he does. “You are being such a good girl, Eva,” he responds, tracing a finger down my cheek before slipping it into my mouth. Instinctively, I suck it, sliding my tongue over and around it. I’m so focused on his finger and the way the water streams down my back that I don’t realize that he’s centered himself until he thrusts into me.
I cry out, closing my eyes as he pulls his finger from my mouth and reaches around me to roll my nipple between his fingers. I’m so close to the edge that each thrust into me pushes me that much farther. I don’t know how long I can hold on. I don’t know if he still wants me to.
“Good Eva,” he murmurs into my ear. “You’ve been so good. Don’t cum yet, though. You need to show me that you can follow directions.”
Don’t cum yet? How the hell am I supposed to stop it when every thrust he makes into me sends a shockwave throughout my entire body? I feel like I can barely breathe, like all of my nerves are screaming for him to let me let go.
My breathing is shallow and I can hear my heart pounding in my ears as he strokes into me. I’m about to fall apart, and I’m going to do it whether or not he’s given me permission.
“Fuck,
