Page 84 of Accidental Blind Date

Dax cups my breasts in his hands and flicks my nipples with his thumbs. He knows my body, my weaknesses and how to really drive me crazy, I’ll give him that.

“Dax…” I whine but he cuts off.

“Nope. I’m taking my time.”

“Do we have a lot of time?” I ask. “When do the girls get home?”

“Fuck,” he snaps and I giggle. He tucks his fingers inside my panties and peels them off, tossing them outside of the shower. But before he can jump to the point, I wrap my hand around his cock tightly and he groans.

“What are you–”

“Shhh…”

Dax watches me as I lower to my knees. His hand presses to the wall as I stroke him several times from base to head, making his knees shake, before covering him with my mouth. The water pours around me, and he smooths my hair back so he can see my face as I look up at him through my eyelashes.

“Your mouth feels fucking amazing, baby girl,” he says, and I tease the tip of him with the tip of my tongue. Just to get another husky groan out of him.

“Fuck me,” he lets out. “But also…fuck me. Literally, not figuratively.”

“This doesn’t feel good?” I ask in a purr.

Dax chuckles at that. “Oh, trust me, it feels good. Too good. But when I come, I want it to be because I can hear you scream.”

With that, he picks me up and I wrap my legs around him. At first, I think we are going to do this movie style, him holding me, using only his Greek god muscles to bounce me on top of his dick, neither of us tiring or slipping and falling to a painful shower death. It doesn’t seem wise. Dax is older than me, but he isn’t Life Alert old.

But to my relief, he backs up, making use of the built in bench. He sits down with me on his lap. His cock is pressed hard against me and with a little maneuvering, I gasp and he is inside me. The angle has me full; I can feel every inch of him against every inch of me.

“Jesus…” I pant.

“Is it too much?” he asks.

I shake my head with a smile. “No. It’s…a lot. But not too much.”

Dax starts slow, gently rocking his hips up against mine. He probably doesn’t believe me and to be honest, it’s a lot. The angle has me stretched around him, sweet, hot, and burning but oh so satisfying.

We flow in a rhythm, simply enjoying it at first and then picking up the pace.

“Goddamn, baby. You feel so good,” he grunts as my tits bounce in front of his face, my cheeks flushed from the steam swirling around us and my wet hair slapping my back with each drive. He thrusts harder and I tighten more around him, over and over until–

“Fuck,” I cry out.

“Yes?”

“Dax!”

“Are you going to come for me, baby girl?”

“Yes…”

“Come for me, Libby.”

I’ve never believed that’s how it works. Women can’t just come on demand. That is unless men know how to fuck like Dax does. In that case, they snap their fingers, and we fucking come like Niagara Falls.

Dax groans into my shoulder, biting into it, not enough to break the skin but definitely enough to leave a mark. As the release takes me, I collapse against him, holding onto him so I don’t slide off his lap.

“That was incredible,” he sighs, tilting his head back, both because he wants to look at me and because he probably needs air. I know I do.

“One question,” I pant, and he tips his chin up as a go ahead. “How is the water not cold yet? It’s like a fucking sauna in here.”