51. Michael

MICHAEL

H er wet heat practically pulls me in.

I clamp my teeth onto the bottom of Alice’s ear, causing her to tremble.

“Holy…” Alice lets go of my wrist and slaps her hands against the shower wall in front of her.

My chuckle is strained because as much as I love seeing her fall apart, I’m right there with her.

I release her nipple and hook my arm around her waist, steadying her as I slide my middle finger deeper into her slit.

Her slickness coats my hand even as the water streams around us.

I pump my finger inside her. “I want to spin you around and kiss you.” I add a second finger. “But I also want to fuck you just like this. With my hips slamming against your ass.”

She groans and wiggles against my fingers.

I press my open mouth to her shoulder and breathe her in.

“Or maybe.” I slide my fingers out, adding a third, teasing her entrance but not pushing in. “Maybe I should let you control how deep I go.”

Keeping the tips of my fingers stretching her core, I use my other arm to pull her with me as I back up.

There’s a stool in the corner that was probably put there for decoration as much as function, but it looks sturdy enough for my needs.

Alice’s hands fall away from the wall, and as she shuffles backward, her inner muscles tense, trying to drag me in.

The backs of my knees bump into the stool, and I lower myself until I’m sitting on the edge, knees spread.

“One more step back,” I tell Alice as I move my hands so I’m gripping her hips.

She glances over her shoulder at me. “Shouldn’t I turn around?”

“No, Baby Cakes.” I shake my head and let go of her with one hand to grip the base of my cock. “You’re gonna stay facing that way so you can sit on my dick.”

I hear her breath hitch over the sound of the shower.

My dick throbs as I give it one firm stroke.

“I’ve never…”

“Goddamn right, you’ve never.” I flex my fingers into the soft flesh of her hip. “Now, be a good little girl and sit on my lap. Tell me what you want most for Christmas.”

“M-Michael.”

I pull her down. “Oh, you’ll get me, Alice. Every day of the year.”

As she lowers her hips, she reaches down to grab my thighs.

I keep my grip on my dick, lining it up where it needs to go.

“That’s it, Baby. Just sit down.” I urge.

“I don’t think I can,” she whimpers.

“You can do anything.” I encourage her.

I need this.

I need her to be the one to sink onto me.

I need to know, like really know, that she wants this as badly as I do.

Alice lowers another inch, and the tip of my cock bumps into her slit.

She’s so slippery, so wet and warm, I let out a moan.

“Oh, oh god.” Alice grips my thighs harder.

“That’s it.” I let go of my dick, my tip lodged in her pussy, and raise my hand back to her hip. “Just take what you want. You’re in control.”

Her inner muscles flex around me, and I hiss.

“Michael.” She turns her head to look back at me. “I want it all.”

I open my mouth to reply, but then Alice drops her hips down until she’s settled against my lap, sinking my whole length inside her.