Once her sensitive bit of flesh lengthened beneath his ministrations, Vince parted her pretty, smooth lips and eased one finger up inside her.
She gripped him like she never wanted him to leave, which was okay by him, but…
His cock was talking again, asking when it was going to get back in on the action.
Greedy bastard.
Feeling Lace begin to tense with an impending orgasm, Vince added a second finger. Finding the special spot up inside her that would help her detonate, he gently massaged that pleasure zone while nipping down on her clit, and…
Lace exploded.
“Vince!” she screamed, and Vince’s cock swelled, taking notice.
You had nothing to do with that, Vince scolded his prick, but it wasn’t listening as it did a happy dance.
Once the waves of Lace’s pleasure subsided, and her body went limp, Vince stood, picking her up with his arms around her hips, to bring her out of the shower.
Towels or no towels? he questioned himself.
Lace took the decision out of his hands.
She slid from his grasp, hopped up onto the vanity top, and spread her legs wide to reveal all the sweet and dewy pinkness he’d previously licked.
Vince shivered, then grabbed and fumbled with the first condom wrapper.
Lace steadied him with a touch on his wrist, and he finally managed—with her eyes glued to his cock—to roll on the latex.
“Fast and hard, or slow and nuanced?” he asked huskily, almost not recognizing his own voice.
Lace didn’t hesitate. “Hard. We can do slow, later.”
Oh, he wassoon board with that.
But Vincealsowasn’t a clueless bastard. It had clearly been a while since Lace had done this, so he rubbed the head of his cock up and down her wet seam a few times, priming her, before tapping it on her clit; making her gasp.
“Tease,” she rasped.
“You have no idea,” he responded roughly. “But I’m afraid my foreplay-bank is just about spent. I have to be inside you.”
Instead of acknowledging that and waiting for him, Lace grabbed his cock, notched him in the exact right spot, and thrust her hips forward.
“Lace,” Vince hissed, suddenly engulfed in her heat. She was so ready for him.
Without any further dilly-dallying, he thrust all the way in, eliciting a moan from both of them.
Vince knew her next word would be “move”, so he didn’t pause. He began making deep forays in and out of the heaven between her legs.
Their mouths meshed, their tongues danced, and all the while his cock stroked like a piston inside the woman he unequivocally loved.
And she played with his goddamned ears, which shortened his fuse by at least half.
It was all…epic.
And yup, he wasn’t going to last.
But what was he thinking?
Vince gritted his teeth. Lace needed first-sies.