Page 38 of Love By Design

Marshall took my whole cock into his mouth and his throat like he’d never even heard the words gag reflex before, let alone have one. I cried out, bucking up from the bench even though he’d told me not to move. Tightening the hold I had on my hands, I willed myself back down, my desperation turning into not much more than breathy moans and whimpers as Marshall tried to suck my sanity out of my dick. I was tired and sore and pleased andwanting,and in the thick air of the shower, it was easy to get lost in the heat of Marshall’s mouth, the all-consuming feel of him.

My next orgasm knotted itself together, a ferocious and violent thing at the base of my spine, and seconds before my body fell into the release Marshall’s throat promised me, he rocked back onto his heels, breathing heavily and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. I banged my head backward, grateful for the padding of my own knuckles and the equallyangry erection I could make out between Marshall’s flexed thighs.

“Drink some more water,” he said, which was the actual last thing I’d expected to come out of his mouth.

My hands went for the bottle, opened the cap, raised it to my lips, all on their own. My brain was tangled up with the need to protest, lost in the shock of an orgasm denied. I set the bottle back down on the bench and returned my hands to their place at the back of my head.

“It’s barely after ten,” he told me next, standing and bringing his cock to eye level.

Sucking him earlier, when I’d choked around the length of him while he spanked me, had been one of the hottest blow jobs I’d ever given, and I was eager for a repeat, but Marshall didn’t give me that instruction. “We’ve got another hour at least before I need to bring you all the way back down.”

“I don’t have to go home at midnight,” I protested. “I just need to check in.”

“What are you proposing?”

I hated how often I found myself at a loss for words with this man, how many times he forced me out of my comfort zone to give voice to my needs and my wants. It was an embarrassing thing to speak up, sometimes.

“Nothing,” I said.

Marshall frowned, reaching for a scrub puff and a white bottle of something I assumed must be soap. “Don’t lie.”

I bit the inside of my cheek. “I don’t know. I wasn’t.”

“What do you want?” Marshall lathered the soap and cleaned his chest, his stomach, and lower still. The steam made it hard to see, harder to breathe, or maybe that was just…

“I wanted to stay, but it’s not my pl?—”

“Then stay.”

“Not my place,” I finished.

He added more soap to the puff and pulled me to my feet.Instead of washing me, he brought our chests flush and rubbed against me a little bit like a cat. His erection dug into my stomach, and only after he’d transferred almost all of the suds from his body to mine did he turn me around and use the puff on my back. When he reached my ass and my legs, he switched to his hands, using his fingers to press and prod at the tender muscles.

His mouth grazed across my ear, and he whispered, “Whenever you’re with me, sweetheart, it is very much your place to ask for whatever you want.”

“I want to stay,” I said. “And I want to come.”

He smiled and brought his soapy hands between my legs, leisurely and loosely stroking my dick.

“You can stay,” he said, “and you can come, but not yet.”

“Marshall.”

“I like you a little desperate.” He walked us one step over and the water rinsed both of our bodies clean. “I like the way you look on the edge.”

“Are you going to spank me again?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Yes, but…” I trailed off, swallowing past my doubt. “But like the way you said before.”

He dragged his hands lower, hefting me off balance by the insides of my thighs until one foot was propped on the bench. If we hadn’t agreed to use condoms he could bend me over and thrust right inside.

“You want me to take you over my lap and let you slide your cock between my thighs until you come?”

“Yes,” I rasped, sounding so terribly breathy.

“You have no idea how much I want that.” With one arm still around me, Marshall turned off the water, leaving us in the steam. “But not tonight.”