So … Carter's shower has a handheld massager. And him. And I forgot everything about Nicole and Vic when faced with those two things.
He stripped me in the bedroom, taking his time, his fingers skimming off my dress, then my bra. I covered myself with my hands and he smirked, clicking his tongue and shaking his head. Then he dropped to his knees, pulling my thong down, over my hips and down to the floor, my hands holding on to his shoulders as he pulled off one heel, then the other. "Get in the shower." He turned me toward his bathroom and grabbed my ass, then growled and smacked it. It was just hard enough to make me jump. Just hard enough to make me wet. I glanced over my shoulder as I headed to the bathroom, his eyes on me as he loosened his tie, his belt already undone, dress shoes being kicked off.
I came to a stop at the entrance to his bathroom. My last visit here, I found the bathroom half asleep in the middle of the night with an urgent need to pee. Now, I picked up on everything I had missed. The shower, for one. It was big enough for two, a bench on one side, a rain head overhead and a wide, thin window that looked out on the city. Pretty swank for a super.
He was suddenly behind me, twisting the nozzles of the shower, his mouth nipping at my neck as the water came on in a rush. "Wait," he said, stopping me from stepping in, his hand testing it, as his other hand took delicious liberties between my legs. I was practically panting by the time he nudged me forward and we stepped under the spray.
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I hate to compare Vic and Carter but it is there, with every experience. And this experience, us in that shower, was more "love-making" than anything Vic has ever given me. Carter worshiped me in that shower. He took his time, his fingers gentle, running over every bit of me, his mouth constantly on mine or on my skin. He sat me down on the bench and kneeled before me, his hot mouth settling in between my legs, his total attention on me, and I swear I've never seen anything hotter than his head between my legs.
That swear got corrected when, my orgasm close, he stood up and hard is not enough of a description for his dick. Good lord. It stuck straight out and was absolutely beautiful. I reached for it and missed. "Wait," he breathed, his hand yanking the handheld attachment off the wall and rolling the control left, adjusting the spray until it gently pulsed and then he knelt, holding it in between my legs, his hands on the angle and the setting until I gasped. "Right there?" he asked, his eyes on mine, concentration on his face.
"Yes," I nodded, the word hiccupping out of me. Then he stood back up and put his hands on the back of my head, his cock at a perfect level for what was next.
"Please," he said and really — it was a waste of a word. I grabbed onto him and put him, for the first time, in my mouth.
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