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Dean took his time dragging my panties down my legs, stopping to nuzzle the inside of my thighs or kiss my pussy lips. Light touches—enough to keep me sizzling, but not where I needed him. Not where he’d make me come.
I squirmed, and he tutted again.
“Wider,” he said and nudged my knee.
I widened my stance, and he grunted. He sounded pleased.
He was pushy.
I loved every second of it.
“Very nice,” he said. “Step out of your panties.”
I complied.
“Good girl.” His approval made my head spin. Why was I so intent on pleasing him? And why was I thinking about this now?
“Come back, sandy girl. Wherever your head is at, leave it.”
I pushed away my uncertainty and let out a tight breath, hands rigid at my sides.
“This is a very pretty pussy,” he murmured a second before he stroked around my clit with one fingertip. Everything inside me clenched at the almost-contact, and he chuckled. “All right up there? Still green?”
“Green. Yes.”
He circled again, another teasing touch, and this time I moaned.
“Ah, I forgot. You were going to shower.” Dean straightened and moved back, and I wanted to either cry with frustration or grab his hand and drag it right back between my legs.
“You’re teasing,” I said.
“I’m playing with my new toy.” There was his devilish smirk. God, but it suited him. “If you don’t get in the shower, I’ll turn the water cold.”
Oh no. I wasn’t sure if he would, but I didn’t want to take any chances. I scuttled into the cubicle and turned on the water, waiting until it was warm before I stood under the stream.
“Face me.”
His lazy command made me smile, and I turned around, grabbing the shower gel as I moved.
“Your tits need a lot of suds. I want to watch you cupping them and playing with the nipples,” he said.
I could do that. On the other side of the glass, I saw Dean stroke himself through his jeans. His hard-on pushed against the denim. He was as turned on as me.
I felt brazen, squeezing my breasts while he watched, and pinching the nipples, hard, the way I liked it.
“Finger your clit. Like you’d do if I weren’t here.”
Oh. That was a step too far. Play with myself with an audience?
I hesitated, and he frowned. “Steph. Do I have to tell you twice?” The warning note was clear in his voice. “Finger yourself. Otherwise, the game stops.”
I didn’t want to stop. I slid one hand down from my chest, skirted across my stomach, and paused between my legs.
“That’s it,” he crooned. “Now touch yourself. You look so beautiful, all wet like that. So fucking sexy.”
I circled the little pearl with my fingertips, my heart pounding and my breath coming in pants. This was more debauched than anything I’d ever done before. I took a calming breath and sped up, rubbing hard, driving toward climax. A moan escaped me, and I dropped my head.
“Head up,” he said. “Keep your eyes on me.”
I lifted my chin and leaned back against the wall, better to balance while I pushed nearer to orgasm. I was close.
Next minute, Dean shed his clothes and squeezed into the cubicle with me. He batted my hand away, and when I bleated a protest, covered my mouth with his and kissed the fuck out of me.
“You’re close, baby,” he said against my ear, and I nodded. “And that’s where you’re going to stay for the moment.”
What?
“I need your lips on my cock again. And then I’m going to fuck you until you scream.”
The gentle push on top of my head was easy to translate. I dropped to my knees and faced his dick. Another first—giving a blow job in the shower. The water splashing on my back and shoulders was distracting, but then Dean unhooked the showerhead and pointed it at the floor. Water splashed around our feet, warm and soapy.
“Remember, slap my leg or the floor if you want to stop. You can use your hands on me this time,” he said. “If you’d prefer.”
I did. It gave me a hint more control, although I’d no doubt he’d soon seize that back. I closed one hand around the root and guided him into my mouth. The way his breath hitched gave me confidence, and I took him deeper, as far as I could go, before pulling back.
He put one hand on the back of my head, digging his fingers into my hair, but not making me change speed or depth. I soon had a rhythm going, and I knew he was enjoying it. I bobbed up and down, flicking the underside with my tongue.
He groaned. “Fuck yes. That’s good.” He blew out a breath, his fingers scraping against my scalp. “Stop.”
He didn’t come. Did I do it wrong?
“Up here, baby.” He tugged me to my feet and pressed a hard kiss against my lips. “I want to come inside you. But I also want to do this first.” He directed the shower head at my clit, hot water jetting against the sensitive bud.
I squealed. Fuck. It felt amazing. My knees trembled, and I knew I was about to come. I clutched at Dean’s arms, not sure I could stand unaided.
“That’s it. Come for me, Steph.”
My orgasm burst out of me, rendering me helpless and insensible, only able to stand with Dean’s help. I felt more like sitting on the floor and giggling like a hyena.
“Ohmygod.” The words rolled into one. “Oh. My. God.”
He chuckled, and then kissed me some more, before putting the shower head back in its holder and then turning off the water.
“Did I go deaf?” Little tremors continued to reverberate through me, pulsing in my ears.
“Nope. And that was only the warm up. I’m not even close to finished with you, sandy girl.”