#dare2tri

Michael would press two fingers to my lips and I would suck them into my mouth, knees weak and breath catching in my throat. Just the simple act of him asking has me curling my hips against him, desperate to feel him inside. "Ohh...you're aching for it, aren't you?" he'd purr, watching me tease my pussy lips up and down his hard shaft. His mouth would fall open at the delicious friction, blue-green eyes darkening as his own urgency begins to overtake him and he reaches for the condom packet resting on the sink

"Please..." I would beg, letting his fingers slide from my mouth and leaning up to bite his earlobe as I whisper to him: "Please...fuck me..." Michael would roll the condom on, hissing at just the faintest contact, cock pulsing in his grip as he lines himself up. His right hand would be large and warm on my thigh, spreading my legs even wider as he starts to sink in. "Oh...Christ..." he would groan, gasping as my muscles clench around him.  "You feel...ah!...so wonderful..." I'd hold him close, intoxicated at the scent of his skin and soap mingling. The heat and water on our bodies slicks us together, both of us barely breathing as he fills me with every inch of his thick cock. 

He wouldn't move, at first. Beads of sweat form on his brow as he fights to stay in control, piercing eyes looking deeply into mine. Waiting.

I know what you want...

I'd raise my hips and let his dick slide out of me, watching his face as I hover above it, rubbing the deep red tip over my clit.

You tease... I can hear Michael thinking, drawing my arms up his neck, fingers twisting into his luscious curls. I'd pull his head back, leaning down to suck kisses over his neck. He'd groan so deeply that I can feel the vibrations ripple through my body.

You're being so good... my hand scratching over his back tells him, and Michael shudders, hips bucking up against me in a silent plea.

I would decide to show him mercy, moving so the head of his cock slides back in, before slamming down to let him fill me completely. He'd cry out, head falling against my neck as his hips start to work, fucking me in earnest. I'd roll my hips down to meet his thrusts, gasping at how good he feels, how his cock reaches every sensitive part of me and makes me grow wetter around him.

Michael would squeeze a hand between the shower wall and my ass, pulling me even closer to him, breath hot in my ear as his motions grow more frantic.

"Do you...ohh...do you like the way I fuck you?" he’d breathe, voice ragged and accent thick with arousal. "Harder..." I would plead, my own moans escalating into screams as he acquiesces, shifting his hips so his thrusts go deeper. My legs would shake with each movement, the pleasure twisting in my belly as he sets every nerve ending in my body alight. I'd lean down to kiss him, gasping as his tongue greedily delves into my mouth, his hunger palpable. He'd reach a hand down to pinch my clit, making me shriek against his lips.

"Oh, please...oh, please....oh, fuck...Michael..." I wouldn’t be able to stop moaning, words melting into incoherent pleas as my toes start to curl. He'd reach down to grope my breasts, fingers pinching each nipple to hard, pink peaks.

"I'd love to come on those tits," he'd growl, not bothering to hide the mischievous grin turning up the corner of his mouth.

"Play your cards right..." I'd reply, watching the surprise and delight spreading over his face.

"Oh, you gorgeous thing," Michael would pant, his pace growing erratic as his own orgasm starts to spark in the pit of his belly.

"I'm so fucking close," I'd whine, digging my heel into the thick globe of his ass to urge him on.

"Yes..." he'd grunt, hips slamming against me with two rough final thrusts, pushing a punctured gasp from my lungs. Immediately he'd pull out, sinking to his knees on the wet floor and shoving my thigh up against the wall as he presses his mouth between my legs.

He'd waste no time eating me out, two fingers sliding inside where I suddenly feel so empty from the loss of his cock. I'd thrash around his tongue, watching him watch me through lust-darkened eyes, until I'm coming, my wetness flooding his mouth as I scream his name. Michael would be relentless, lips and tongue working my clit until I'm spent and boneless.

He'd stand up, beard dripping and sticky with my juices, and peel the condom off, tossing it aside before wrapping a hand around his erection.

"What you said...before..." His voice would be sonorous and low, dipped in sex. "...Can I?"

I'd smile at him briefly, legs still shaking from the force of my climax.

"Please."

I'd kiss him, both of us groaning as I taste myself on his tongue and he'd come, cock pulsing, the hand on it stilling as he paints streaks of the pearled liquid land on my breasts and stomach.

"Fuuuuuck," he'd moan, watching his spill drip over me, his breath harsh and uneven as the last waves of his orgasm subside.

Michael’s arms would slide around me, and he’d pull me flush against his chest and into a heated kiss. His cum would press against both our skin and he'd moan, reveling in the utter filthiness of it. He'd move us back under the water spray, washing away the stickiness between us.

"Mmh..." he'd finally murmur, contentment and bliss overtaking him as I run my hands all over his back and ass.