Lost – Part ll

She took his head into her mouth and twirled her lips and tongue around it, small shudders ran through his body as the ache between her legs began to increase.

"I don't like being teased, Ophelia." He growled and combed his fingers through her hair before taking a fistful and forcing himself to the back of her throat. He filled her throat, stretching it as she gripped both of her hands on his muscular thighs. The warm water from the shower continued to cascade over their bare bodies. As he began to build up his pace, he gently pushed his hips towards and away from her face, his cock sliding between her lips. "Goddess Ophelia!" he moaned as she sucked him farther.

The need to be filled again got stronger, and as if sensing it, he whispered softly, "I want you to touch yourself every time you're on your knees for me." As one of her hands touched her wet folds, a chill ran down her spine. The contact of her own fingers pushed her to the edge, "Don't cum unless I tell you to." He gave the