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She clenched around my fingers, and I gently fucked her until the waves stopped coming. Everything inside me, including my dick, wanted to be inside her, sliding through her wetness that slicked my fingers. But I didn't want to race through my time with Birdie.

Her eyes were wide, her cheeks flushed as she looked at me in awe. "That was... incredible," she said, her voice breathy.

Knowing I made her feel that way gave me a heady rush. Wanting to watch her shudder, see the lust fill her eyes, I brought my two fingers to my mouth and sucked off her moisture.

She tasted so fucking good, and she gave me just the reaction I was looking for. Her lids dropped, heavy with heat, and her teeth caught her bottom lip, red and swollen.

My dick strained harder against my pants, and she knew it. Those soft hands of hers kneaded at the hard spot in my jeans, and I groaned. She reached for my zipper as I reached for her tits. I wanted to taste them and feel her nipples stiffen against my tongue.

Just as I sucked on her tit, she freed my dick and brought her hand to my shaft, pumping once and butting up against the sensitive tip.

Bringing my lips to her ear, I said, "I have a confession to make."

"Yeah?" she asked, pumping harder.

I moaned, my breath coming faster. "The first night you stayed, I had to take a cold shower you turned me on so damn much."

"Is that so?" Her beautiful lips quirked into a smile as she slid her hand farther down my length and cupped my balls. God, it felt good.

I kissed her mouth, hot, heavy, and she kissed me back, her hands working me so well I could feel my dick hardening even more.

"The shower didn't work," I admitted, and this time she moaned.

"Tell me about it," she said, her breasts hitching, pressing to my chest.

I reached her other tit, freeing it and working my thumb over her nipple. "My dick was so hard just thinking about you. I did it in the shower, thinking about eating you out from behind."

She moaned again, and I pinched her nipple, tugging and working it between my thumb and forefinger.

"I thought about thrusting my cock through those tits of yours and watching them bounce against my balls."

"Oh fuck," she said, and that dirty word coming from her sweet mouth turned me on more. She slid her dress down her hips, kicking it off, and slid off the counter. "Do it."

Between her hand off my cock and her tits on full display, my dick hurt. I needed her. Needed to release the well building in me. She knelt in front of me, maneuvering her tits so they surrounded my cock, and god, it felt good.

I thrusted, sliding against her soft skin, and I moaned.

"That's so hot," she whispered.

I agreed.

I thrusted against her again and again until I couldn't fucking hold it in anymore.

"I'm going to come," I moaned. But she didn't let go. Didn't let me have space.

Instead, she looked me straight in the eyes and said, "Come on my tits."

I'd never wanted anything more. I pumped against her chest, and when I couldn't hold it in anymore, cum spurted from my dick, wanting her tight hole but landing on her chest. Seeing my cum glistening on her tits was the biggest fucking turn-on of my life, and if I hadn't just come, I'd have her now—against the counter, on the couch, in my bed until she was screaming my name again.

Instead, I took her hand and said, "Let me show you the shower."