Page 72 of Making the Save

I leaned in deeper, ran the flat of my tongue across her clit again. Again. She started humming in her throat. I liked that. Like what we were doing felt like music to her. Her hips lifted against me, telling me she wanted more.

I had plenty.

Holding her tight, I sucked her clit into my mouth and she cried out. I looked up and she was gorgeous, head thrown back. Pink nipples hard and perfect, her eyes closed. Her dark hair beaded with water, like diamonds.

I could see the flush of her arousal turn her entire chest pink.

“You feeling it, Syd?” I asked, coming up for air. I slid my hand up her smooth muscled thigh. My thumb found her clit, my finger the tender entrance to her body. I wasn’t made for gentle things. I was too big. Too rough. Too bossy. But with her I felt different. A new kind of man.

I licked her until she was trembling. I learned what she liked, soft suction and the tip of my tongue working her clit. My finger deep inside of her. I wanted to give her another finger but I was worried about the damage she might have done to herself. I wanted no more pain for this girl. Only pleasure.

“Wyatt,” she breathed as she rocked on my hand.

She was holding onto my head with both hands. I’d been wrong before, this was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. Hotter than any porn I’d ever dreamed of.

“Your tits are so fucking hot,” I murmured and watched the words ripple through her. She liked a little dirty talk. “I can’t wait until I can suck on them. Would you like that?” I pinched her nipple between my thumb and finger.

She squirmed against my hand and I did it again, even harder. The water was rushing over my back, down my ass. My finger was buried inside her, working that place behind her clit, and I leaned forward and got my mouth on her again. She was dripping down my hand.

“This is…” she breathed. “I mean… Wyatt. Wyatt!”

She was working with me now, grinding against my hand and my face, using me like she had at the hot spring, and I loved it so much. I could spend my whole life being in service to this woman’s orgasms.

“You want to come?” I asked her and she nodded. “Do it, honey. I want to watch. I want to see this pussy come for me.”

In her throat the humming turned to something dark. A growling cry and she held onto my head, turning me a little until she found a pressure she liked.

For a virgin, she was a greedy little thing.

“Fuck,” she moaned and then again and I felt the tremors in her pussy. The salty sweetness of her flooded my mouth as she came so hard, I thought she might come away with fistfuls of my hair.

The humming turned to a scream that bounced off the tiles and filled the small bathroom.

I grinned against her, slowing down, helping her come down, but mostly lingering because I didn’t want to leave this moment.

The tremors stopped and she was breathing again. The humming was gone and I wondered if she even knew she was doing it. It felt like a secret. For me.

“Wyatt… I’m…”

“You are,” I said, and braced myself against the wall to get to my feet. “Perfect and delicious.”

The water hit the top of my head and ran down my chest and her sleepy, satisfied eyes tracked the drops down my chest, over my stomach to my rock hard cock.

“You’re…”

“I am.”

“Can I?” She licked her lips and I knew what she wanted. To wrap those lips around my cock. To suck me. “I’ve never done it. But I want to.”

I couldn’t even make it past theideaof her going down on her knees for me. I gripped my cock and felt the first sparks of my own orgasm.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “You ever seen a man come, Syd?”

“No,” she gasped.

“Watch me,” I told her, my voice torn from my gut. I was barely hanging on and I wanted her to see what she’d done to me. How she’d turned me on. More than I’d been in my whole goddamn life. I felt her hand flutter over mine, her fingers, brushing over the head of my cock. Those butterfly wing touches that were perfect and torture all at the same time.

This was going to be over so fast. Two hard strokes while looking at her tits. While listening to her try and catch her breath. She started humming again and that was it for me. I braced my hand against the tile wall beside her head and the orgasm rolled over my entire body. My toes felt it. I squeezed my dick harder and cum sprayed out over our fingers, onto her belly, dribbling onto the tiles between our feet.