I hear the shower running when I open the bedroom door…he isn’t ready, but that’s fine, I’m early by about twenty minutes. Then again, he wouldn’t have been ready even if I had been right on time. He stands in the mirror and fixes his hair for thirty minutes even though it always looks like perfection.
It was freezing outside and I’m still trying to warm up, the steam floating through the crack in the bathroom door looks warm and inviting so I head towards it. Ready to hop on the counter and talk to him while he finishes. But as I move closer to the door I hear him…
Soft moans float through the air, and my heart immediately begins to race with desire for him. The sounds Justin makes are so beautifully erotic, I’ve never heard anything like it, and I doubt I ever will. I often position myself so that his lips are close to my ear when we’re in bed. His moans and sighs and whispered words are more than enough to send me over the edge. And I think he could probably make me cum without even touching me if I were in the right mood.
I want to push open the door and go to him, but I can’t bring myself to enter the room just yet. I know I will startle him and he’ll stop…I want to listen to him a little while longer.
Which is exactly what I do, my hand resting on the doorframe, my head cloudy with lust as the moans slipping past his lips make my knees weak.
When I can take it no more I silently push open the door, and as I step into the room. I can see his silhouette thru the blurry shower doors.
I slide one open and step into the shower, the water soaking my dress and causing it to cling to me instantly.
He opens his eyes, and for a moment he looks shocked, and behind the shock is I think a bit of embarrassment, which is not like him at all. But its gone so quickly, I can’t be sure it was ever even there to begin with.
He pulls me into a watery kiss, his swollen cock still gripped in his hand between us. “You’re early Storm.” He whispers.
“Don’t stop.” I beg him, dropping to my knees.
He looks down at me, and licks away errant water droplets that have landed on his lips. The shower streams down his body, hundreds and hundreds of tiny drops rolling down his skin, leading to his cock that still rests in his hand.
I purr with delight as he begins to pump his fist up and down the length of his shaft once again. My gaze lifts to his face…his eyebrows are slightly furrowed with pleasure as he bites down on his bottom lip.
He has reached out to run his hands thru my now dripping wet hair, bringing my mouth to him. He allows me to lap at the tip of his dick.
“I want to watch you cum Justin…” I moan between licks, and although I am soaked thru and thru from the shower, I can feel my pussy throbbing and flowing freely through the wet lace of my panties. I want him to fuck me so badly, but I want to watch him make himself cum even worse.
“Yeah?” he whispers…”Is that what you want?”
I nod up at him from my place at his feet and he begins to jerk a little faster, causing the muscles in his arms and stomach to flex and tense.
He moans a little louder as I resume spiraling the tip of my tongue around the head of his cock…the sounds of his pleasure makes my entire body ache with need.
His grip on my hair tightens and he pulls me a little closer, allowing me to suck his tip into my mouth completely. His fist bumps against my mouth gently with every pump and I am suddenly desperate for him to cum…I have watched him cum more times than I can count, but to see him bring himself to that point will be completely new.
I pull my mouth away from him, I want to see him clearly. His lips are now slightly parted, soft groans escape him rapidly as his drags his tongue slowly along his lips.
He opens his soft brown eyes and tilts his head down towards me, fixing me with an intense stare, a sexy smile grazing his lips, and I realize tiny moans are falling from my own lips as well.
“Cum for me Justin…” I beg, licking his cock gently, “right in my mouth.”
He groans loudly and calls my name…it comes out choked with desire and I know I won’t have to wait much longer.
I close my mouth…although I don’t know why, I want to taste him more than anything.
“Open your mouth Storm.” He moans through heavy breaths, and I know right away I had closed my mouth simply to hear him say those words to me.
I part my lips and jut my tongue out just a bit, my eyes locked on his as I do, and his tiny smile, the one he saves for me, returns.
“Tell me what you want…” he demands gently.
“I want to watch you cum Justin.” I repeat in a soft, pleading voice I don’t recognize as my own.
He continues to move his fisted hand up and down his cock that is now visibly throbbing in his hand, as I watch with rapt attention until another moan, louder and stronger than all the others before, erupts from him and the first forceful spurt of cum lands on my outstretched tongue.
“Oh god…” he whispers as he watches me accept his entire load, sweet and creamy like warm milk, into my mouth like a greedy cat.
A drop runs down my chin, I use my finger to catch it and then slowly lick it off, this illicit another moan of pleasure from Justin.
He brings me to my feet and pulls the wet dress that clings to me up over my hips. He slides my panties down and I bring my right leg out of them before wrapping it around his waist, they remain wrapped around my left ankle, forgotten.
The cold tile of the shower shocks my skin. He seems to know this and pulls me away from it for a moment and then eases me back against it slowly, giving me time to acclimate to its temperature.
“Better?” he whispers, burying his face in the crook of my neck.
I don’t bother to answer, and he doesn’t seem to care because he slips into me and begins to cover the sensitive skin of my throat with soft kisses, biting down gently as I pull him closer.
He moves inside of me with strong but careful strokes…rolling his hips against my clit perfectly.
“Justin…” I breathe with pleasure and relief and love all at once.
He pushes my dripping hair away from my ear and whispers in a teasing tone, “It’s your turn to cum for me Storm.”
His words are laced with lust and pleasure, and the familiar longing for more rises up inside of me.
He begins to sigh and moan, his mouth pressed close against my earlobe, and I think he knows what he’s doing.
“Oh god Storm…” he whispers in a voice dripping with sex. Yes…he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
His words trail off, replaced by a tumble of groans and labored breathing, as he fucks me harder.
He knows I like to start off slowly, gently, and then when I’ve had enough of that, I want to be fucked. He knows this…he knows me through and through.
“Yes!” I cry out as his pace quickens and becomes more forceful.
He grabs me by the hair, just hard enough to make me draw a short, surprised breath, and hold me in place firmly.
I relax into his kiss. A kiss that is loving and tender despite the grip he has on the tangle of my hair.
I slide my hands down his slick, wet body to rest them on his hips and draw him deeper inside of me, but he grabs my wrists and pins my arms above my head. Never losing the perfect rhythm he is fucking me in.
My raised arms have brought my breasts closer to him, and he draws my nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting softly, working me into a desperate frenzy.
“Come on Storm…” he purrs, his words falling against my hardened nipple that is clenched between his teeth. “Who wants to be my baby?”
That was it…he knows what that little line does to me. And just like all the other times, it works, and I begin to cum hard and fast. One orgasm on top of the other until they all run together and I lose count.