Levi's, but Will's ass swayed me to the other side. Still, right now he was in loose track pants and bare feet. I slid my hands inside the waistband and peeled his pants and boxers off of him, feeling his ass, and kneeling as I went down. His cock, splendid and full, popped out of his pants and stood at attention. I reached over to stroke him and I heard him hold his breath. Then.
"Take off your shirt," he whispered, letting out his air with his words. He reached over into the shower and turned it on to heat up the water.
"I'll do one better," I murmured and I peeled off my hoodie and top, slowly, looking at him straight into his dark brown eyes. Then I licked my lips, enjoying the tease, as I took off my shoes and my pants, and stood there in my underwear.
I decided that I just had to play with him some more. I loved messing with him, he was so reactive, even though he said so little. I loved his irregular breathing, the darkening of his eyes, the quiver of his cheek and jaw. Looking at him, I slowly unhooked my bra, then slipped it down my arms. Next, I shimmied out of my underwear. Then I kneeled again, before all six and a half feet of him, looking up at this mountain of a man.
And I smiled.
He widened his eyes and let out a breath like a quiet, "Whoooooooooo."
So I leaned over and I went for it.
As I've mentioned, Mr. Will was a very big boy, in height, strength, and junk. I didn't know if I could get all of him in my mouth, but I was going to have fun trying. So, I decided to go slowly and carefully, almost dividing it into sectors. First, the balls sector. I gently cupped them with my hands, rolling them, caressing them. Then I decided that he needed a big lick up his cock sector, so I started at the root and licked him all the way to the head.
He liked this.
I could tell because he started swearing and he really knew how to swear.
Then I sort of reached up and decided to take as much of him as I could in my mouth—which ended up being a surprisingly long amount. I swirled my tongue around and pulled out with a sucking pop, and then went back again. And again. Swirl, suck, pop, lick. Repeat.
Then I decided to lavish attention on the glans sector, and thereunder.
And then I made the rounds again back to the other sectors, trying to keep up a steady rhythm and gentle pressure.
I knew I was pleasing him because of the noises that came out of him—a moan, a groan, a quiet " Yes ."
But then he leaned his hips back, pulled out of my mouth and said, "Shower," and opened the curtain and helped me in. As the water surrounded us, he let me into the spray, warming me up, although I was already pretty warm, and comforting me. Then he pulled me to him by my lower back, pressed against me, and said against my neck, "You do that again and I'd consider voting for a Democrat."
"I see my plan is working," I said, joking.
He didn't look like he was joking. He sucked on my neck and asked, "You tested?"
"Yeah."
"You clean?" he continued.
"Yeah. You?"
"Yep. You on the pill?"
"Yeah."
"Then you good with bare?"
"Fuck yeah."
And with that, he picked me up by my ass and hoisted me against the flat part of the shower wall, above the faucets, under the spray, and slid into me. I quickly wrapped my legs and arms around him and held on.
I was already wet from the kiss at the beginning of all of this.
"Finger yourself, darlin'," he ordered, and I did, as he started to move.
It felt like all of my senses were engaged—touching the water, Will's righteous body, and the cool tile behind me; hearing the sound of our breathing, the slaps of our bodies and the splash of the water; tasting his marvelous mouth; seeing his hard body and dark eyes; smelling his skin and the musky scent of sex.
Even though I was wrapped around him, he held me up easily. I’d never thought this was a comfortable position, but with him, it felt easy. I liked this. A lot.
With the assistance of my own fingers and his cock stimulating me on the