The ink stood out, looking scary and sexy at the same time. This was a man used to getting what he wanted.
I liked touching him, tracing across his body. He stepped beneath the water, and I had no choice but to grab the soap and coat his skin again. When it came time to do his dick, he was rock-hard.
A part of me wanted to run away because I didn’t know how to deal with a man like this.
I didn’t run.
Wrapping my fingers around the length, I worked from the base up to the tip, then back down again.
He watched me as I did this. When he was thoroughly clean, I really wanted to explore his dick further, but I held myself back. I didn’t give in to the demand. I simply worked his cock and enjoyed watching him squirm.
When I was done washing him, I expected it to be over, but he grabbed me, pressing me up against the wall. His hand went around my throat, tilting my head back with his thumb underneath my chin.
He took possession of my mouth.
I melted.
“Touch me,” he said, biting down on my lips.
I didn’t pretend. I went back to his cock and stroked him.
He groaned. “Yeah, that feels so fucking good.”
Earl took possession of my mouth again, and I gave in. Kissing him back as he consumed me with the pleasure of his kiss. I couldn’t get enough. I was hungry for more. He let out a moan, and I felt his cock getting harder. He started to rock within my grip.
His hand turned into a fist as he slammed it beside my head. I felt him come. The pulse of his spunk as it landed on my stomach. He pressed his face against my neck, breathing me in.
I did this.
I made him come.
I wasn’t repulsed.
No, this was power. Earl wanted me. He came for me. I belonged to him in every single way, but that didn’t mean I didn’t hold any power. I held a great deal.
All I had to do was work it.
Earl washed his cum off my stomach, turned the shower off, and left the stall.
He didn’t speak.
I watched him grab a towel and wrap it around his body. Then he turned to me. I went to climb out, but he lifted me up. I expected him to stop as soon as I was clear, but he carried me through to the bedroom. I had no choice but to wrap my arms around his neck to hold on. He didn’t take me far. Just the bed, and as I went down, he came with me. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to have sex right now, but as his cock pressed against my core, I wasn’t entirely opposed to it.
Earl kissed me.
Even though his cock was now flaccid from already reaching an orgasm, he was big. I didn’t exactly have many men to compare it to, but I knew he wasn’t small. When he took me, it was going to hurt.
“Stop tensing,” he said.
“Yes.”
“Then come for me, Curves. Come for me.”
He sucked on my clit, his tongue gliding back and forth, and I couldn’t stop it. The orgasm took me completely by surprise, and I released. It was amazing. For a few short seconds, I nearly saw stars, and at that moment, I realized why so many people had an obsession with sex. It was heady. It was amazing.
The comedown was just as good. Earl’s arms wrapped around me, and I felt safe. He kissed the top of my head. “Now, get some sleep.”
I didn’t think it would be possible to fall asleep, but in his arms, in one of the softest beds in the world, I closed my eyes, content to just be at peace.