10. Round 11 cont

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ROUND 11 CONT

Paige

B rittany would call me a dirty hoe, and everything I’ve talked about with Marj goes straight out the window when Willo tells me he wants to fuck me. Of course, he’s too polite to simply ask this. It’s almost refreshing that he is being a gentleman about it.

I wasn’t sure if tonight was a date as such, but Willo gave off date vibes. Then, when he spent most of the evening talking about Cara, I still wasn’t sure he was ready to move on from her.

He’s hot. There’s no doubt about it. But there’s a gentleness behind Willo that I find even more attractive. Maybe it’s Aussie men, well, except for Lyle, but he seems in tune with me and my feelings and desires.

“Are you wanting to drive back to Bayview Cove?” I ask him, wondering if he wants to make the hour and a half drive or if he has other ideas.

“The kids are in Lovemore Gap until Wednesday. We could get a room up here?” he suggests, his voice tentative .

I stand, and Willo follows. He doesn’t even look at the bill before scanning his card over the reader to pay for our meal. There’s a hotel at the end of the laneway. There are a few people milling around, but I don’t think they notice us. Willo is wearing a baseball cap and almost tugging me behind him as we make our way to the reception.

“Can I help you?” the perfectly made-up clerk asks.

“We’re looking for a room.” Willo places his arm around my shoulder.

“Just one night?” She types away at the computer.

“Yes,” I reply.

“No, two,” Willo says before planting a kiss on my head. “I’ll need parking too. I mean, I’ll get my car in the morning. I nabbed a park down the lane.”

Parking was a fluke. It’s as if things are working out in the way the universe wants them to.

“Lovely.” The clerk’s smile is as fake as the eyelashes she bats at Willo.

Again, Willo hands over his card, and it is returned with two keys to the room.

Willo almost drags me to the elevator, and I chuckle as he fumbles, swiping the card and pressing floor twenty-two for us.

“I’m rusty.” Willo almost pants as the elevator rises. “And I may be no good, but I’ve been wanting to kiss you for weeks, let alone fuck your brains out. My hand hasn’t seen so much action in forever.”

He may not be much of a dirty talker, but I can sense he’s sincere. I squeeze his hand and lean up and kiss him on the cheek. “That can be arranged.”

I can feel the nervous energy radiating off him. His toe taps as we wait for the floor. As soon as the doors open, Willo drags me through, turning left, then right as he realises our room is not the way he first headed. I have to take the key from him when, in his eagerness, he can’t get the door to open.

“Breathe, Willo,” I remind him as we enter the room.

“I know.” He shakes his head and blows out a current of air from between his lips. “It’s just you’re so beautiful. I don’t know if you realise it, but this is, like, more than just sex for me, it’s just… I don’t know…”

“Hey.” I shush him with a peck to his lips. “It is what it is.”

That’s one of Marj’s favourite lines. Everything is what it is, even if what it is is shit. This is definitely not shit, though.

“Your lips are soft,” Willo whispers as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.

Leaning in again, he presses our lips together before sucking my bottom lip between his teeth. Instinctively, I moan. Our mouths open, and our tongues explore each other. Willo’s hand slides down my back until it reaches the swell of my buttocks. He gives a gentle squeeze, and I wrap my arms tighter around his back.

I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed like this before with such passion and desire. It’s as if we’ve been trapped in a champagne bottle, but someone has released the cage and popped the cork. There’s no containing us.

Our frantic kissing continues, which I’m glad for. I know as soon as Willo sees my rolls and the stretch marks on my hips and belly, he’ll be reminded of how fat I really am, and his desire will wane.

His hand slips under my sweater, and the feel of his calloused hands against my skin sends shivers from my head to my toes. With one hand, Willo unclasps my bra, no mean feat with the three hooks required to support my massive bosom. I’m glad he doesn’t move to shed me of my clothes, but slides his hand to the front and cups one breast. His touch is reverent as he takes a nipple between his fingers, rolling gently and moaning into my mouth. I feel I should be the one making sounds, but Willo seems to be just as turned on by touching me as I am.

Our lips break, but Willo keeps his kisses trailing along my jawline and down my neck. I close my eyes as he inches my sweater and top upwards. I can’t bear to see the disgust in his eyes when he sees my body without the cover of fabric.

Before, I haven’t cared what guys thought. I knew they wanted me for one reason only. Willo seems different, though, and I want his respect. I know what a big deal this is for him, and I’d hate to see him stop because my body repels him.

We’re still standing in the middle of the room, the curtains open, but I hope we are high enough that people aren’t looking in.

I swallow as my tops come over my head, ready for the humiliation I can sense coming. But it doesn’t.

“Fuck, Paige. You’re gorgeous,” Willo mumbles as his lips make a beeline for my breasts.

Here is an elite athlete exploring me naked and liking what he sees? I don’t understand it.

“You’re soft and pillowy. I can’t wait to get lost in your body.”

There is still desire in Willo’s eyes, and my heart beats faster, wondering if this is really happening. I move to Willo’s jumper and pull it over his head, quickly unbuttoning the shirt he’s wearing and tugging it over his shoulders. I run my hands through the smattering of chest hair and am amazed at the firmness of the muscles. The hardness of his body contradicts the softness of his movements towards me.

I reach for his jeans and pop the buttons of his fly. I can feel his hard cock yearning for release from its confines. Dropping to my knees, I slide the jeans down his legs and gasp when his cock peeks over the top of his tight black boxer briefs. I take a moment to realise he’s uncut, the first time I’ve encountered such a specimen.

Glancing up as I slide the briefs down his legs, I see his eyes are closed, his mouth open as if he can’t find any words to make. I wrap my hand around the hard length and lick the bead of precum that has gathered on the head. His foreskin retreats with the first pump of my hand, and I take the head into my mouth.

“Oh… oh, Paige.” It’s more of a groan, but the delight in his tone eggs me on.

There’s no way I can fit the entire length in my mouth, but he doesn’t push. He rests one hand on my shoulder, and I look up to see the other playing with his nipples, alternating between twisting one, then the other, between his fingers .

I don’t have enough fingers and toes to count the number of times guys have told me to get on my knees and suck. This is different. I’m here because I want to be, and I’m enjoying every minute and inch of Willo’s impressive cock.

“Baby, baby…” Willo squeezes my shoulder and pushes me back. “I’m sorry. Too good.” He’s panting, and I can see him struggling to not let go and come already.

Taking my hands, he helps me stand before our lips once again crash together. My breasts press against his chest, my arms around his neck as I play with the tufts of hair at his nape.

His hands move to my jeans, and I feel the button pop and hear the zipper lower. Both hands slide down my bottom, grasping each cheek and kneading them as if they are buns of dough. He lowers my jeans and panties, and I kick them off. Again, I wait for his disapproval over my body.

Still kissing, we edge towards the bed. I feel the back of my legs touch the cold fabric of the cotton coverings. Willo breaks the kiss, pulling down the covers and ushering me into the bed. Crawling up over me, he kisses my breasts again before trailing kisses down my stomach towards my core. My body is on fire, synapses flaring at the attention Willo lavishes on me. I can feel slickness pooling between my legs, telling me I’m ready for him, reminding me how much I want him inside me.

I’ve had guys finger me before, but no one has ever used their tongue on me. I gasp as his tongue licks my slit before dipping between the folds and exploring. Willo finds my clit, and I moan as hetwirls his tongue around my sensitive nub, first one way, then another, before he takes it gently between his teeth and provides the smallest amount of pressure. My body reacts, my back arching from the bed and my thighs grip his head, urging him to stay put.

I’ve never felt so aroused, my nipples at hard peaks and my sex feeling so full as it swells, yearning to be filled by this man. His rhythm continues, and my hands find his head, playing with his hair as he devours me as if he hasn’t eaten in months. The heat builds, and I know I’m about to explode. I try to give him a warning, but it’s no use, as my head lolls back, and a series of unintelligible sounds escape from my throat. My pussy convulses as I come, and I should hope there is no doubt in Willo’s mind that this is the real thing, not a faked climax, as I have often resorted to.

“Holy fuck.” I find my voice again as Willo slides up my body, again trailing kisses over my self-conscious parts that he seems to not even notice.

“You taste amazing. Like, I don’t know what. I’m not a poet, if you haven’t noticed.” Willo seems almost bashful, even though he has given me the orgasm of my life.

“I still want you to fuck me,” I mumble, as my hands once again explore his chest.

Willo reaches for his jeans and pulls a condom out of the pocket. He has trouble opening it, but manages in the end and sheathes himself in the latex.

“Do you want me on all fours?” I ask, knowing this is what most guys go for. I get it’s because they don’t have to see my face or my stomach rolls.

“If you’re happy, you can stay where you are.” Willo smiles, his eyes full of desire. “I want access to your face, and I want to see those magnificent tits wobble as we fuck.”

I don’t think I’ve ever felt so wanted by a man. It’s a feeling I want over and over again, preferably with this man. I never realised my body was capable of experiencing this pleasure. Willo gazes into my eyes as his cock runs along my slit.

“He knows where he wants to be, Paige. Is this okay?” Willo whispers.

I merely nod, before wrapping my legs around his arse and attempting to drag him closer to me. I feel the need for our joining, as if we belong together like this. My breath hitches as he slides the crown inside, my slick folds taking him easily. His mouth falls open, and his eyes roll back in his head. I feel a sense of pride, realising he is also feeling this. He’s gentle as he inches deeper inside, each inch drawing a moan from him as my walls accept his magnificent cock. My legs are weak against his strength, but I try to hold him as deep inside me as I can, wanting him to be as close to me as possible.

Willo rocks from side to side before inching out a bit and thrusting back in. My hands trail down his chest, and, once again, our lips meet. His body rubs my clit, and I can feel an orgasm building. Usually, I have to think of sexy scenes I’ve read about or seen when I’m with someone, but with Willo, my focus is on him.

Our lips pull apart, and Willo’s breaths increase. I can sense he’s close, too. It’s only been a couple of minutes, but we’re both lost in each other.

“I’m, I’m…” I start as I feel my pussy convulse, and a white light flares from behind my eyes.

Willo grunts, his former rhythmic thrusts beating into an irregular pattern as I feel him jerk inside me. I feel my walls tighten as he grunts, twitching inside me, sweat glistening on his chest. He buries his face in my neck, planting tender kisses as he tries to take control of his breathing once again.

We’re both still for a while, breathless and not wanting to move. My arms are wrapped around his neck, not wanting to let go. After a few minutes, he pulls out, rolls me onto my side, and starts peppering my face with kisses. He slips the condom off and ties it before dropping it next to the bed, his legs intertwined with mine as if he still wants some form of contact.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t last. That was, well, kind of embarrassing.” Willo looks at me with his nose scrunched and only one eye open.

“I thought it was amazing.” I trail a finger down his cheek, and he smiles once again.

“You’re amazing, my sweet pea.”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I tell him, again leaning in to kiss him.

I’ve broken every rule I set myself when I moved to Bayview Cove by falling into bed with someone, but it feels different to my other liaisons. There’s something about Willo that makes this seem different. I’m not sure if it’s the tenderness he showed towards me or the fact that I know he’s not a man whore. Those thoughts can wait until tomorrow, though, as I can feel his length growing against my stomach, wanting to go again, and I’m all for it.

The tracker Willo wears during a game shows he ran thirteen kilometres during the game yesterday. He then showered me with orgasms for most of the night. Early on, he admitted that he only had two condoms, and that was because Silver had given them to him. He was so bashful when he told me, but it reinforced that this hadn’t been a planned thing, but simply something that evolved. I’d wondered if he’d planned to seduce me all along, but I think he really did want to have dinner with me, and things naturally progressed faster than either of us were expecting. We may have only had sex twice overnight, but we explored each other’s bodies with our hands and tongues, and neither of us got much sleep.

It’s seven in the morning, and Willo is snuggled behind me, the big spoon to my not so little one. Not once did he comment on my stretch marks or jiggly bits. He worshipped my breasts as if they contained the key to everlasting life. He kissed my hips and stomach as if they were worth of reverence. No one had ever filled me with such confidence before. I feel like I’m in a dream and everything I’ve read about is actually happening to me.

We didn’t close the curtains properly, and a beam of light assaults the room, landing across our chests. Although I’m desperate for the bathroom, I can’t bring myself to break away from Willo’s embrace. His large hands rest next to my head, so I simply lean down and kiss his fingers.

“Mmm… good morning, beautiful,” he mumbles in a gravelly voice.

“Sorry if I woke you.” I roll onto my back and am surprised to see the look of adoration on his face. This is meant to be casual, no strings until the end of the year, but first-?thing-?in-?the-?morning Willo doesn’t seem to have received that message. I hope he remembers soon enough or else I fear I’ll be sucked into whatever vortex he has landed in.

“I was having a lovely dream.” Willo is still snuggled into me, his leg draped over one of mine.

“Did you really book to stay here two nights, or did I hear wrong?” I ask, my brows furrowed. I can’t imagine why he’d want to stay here another night.

“I did book for tonight, too. I forgot you have to work tomorrow. Sorry.” Willo bites his bottom lip, realising what he’s done.

I like the bubble we’re in. It feels different to any others I might have thought I’d been caught in before. It feels perfect, like this is meant to be. I feel cherished, desired, and well and truly worshipped. Willo cared more about my pleasure than his own most of the time. It’s hard to believe this is real.

“I’ve got some time owing to me and things have been quiet at the office. Maybe I could ask Jenny for the morning off and then we do the podcast as usual in the afternoon?” It’s my turn to mirror Willo with my lip between my teeth.

“If you’re sure.” His eyes crease at the sides as his lips curl into the sexiest smile. “I was going to grab the car and maybe stop at the store down the street and grab a box of condoms, not to presume or anything…”

“So, it wasn’t as bad as you thought it might be?” I ask him, thinking back to the conversation we’d had some time ago where he’d admitted he was nervous about sleeping with someone other than Cara. I want to know Willo is fine. It’s an enormous step sleeping with the second person in your life when you always thought there’d just be one, right?

I can’t look at Willo, so my gaze is towards the window where the sun creeps closer to our faces.

“Paige.” Willo strokes my cheek and turns my face to his. “It was amazing, and I don’t actually know why I was even worried. You were amazing. We were amazing together. Well, I thought, anyway.” His words make me feel like I’m melting, that we’re entwined by more than just our bodies .

It’s hard to fathom that Willo is taking this so well. I know I’m the second woman he’s ever been with, and he voiced concerns that he wouldn’t be any good. Perhaps it’s because it was so good that he isn’t freaking out. Whatever it is, I’ll take it.

“Do you have a post-match recovery routine or anything?” I ask, wanting to switch from a potentially emotional conversation.

“More carbs.” He laughs. “Plus, I’ll head to the gym and go for a run on the treadmill and swim a few laps. If the water isn’t cool enough in the pool, I’ll have a cold bath or shower.”

“Do you have training tomorrow morning?” It’s easier talking football than about what we did.

“Nah. We usually have Mondays off. I drop the kids at school and then go for a dip in the ocean. I tell myself it’s good for me.” Willo smiles as he strokes the side of my breast. I can’t believe my body doesn’t repulse him.

“But, we usually meet for lunch at the bistro and then record.” I’m confused about why he records our podcast on his day off.

“Yep.” He kisses my nose. “And it’s the highlight of my week, if I’m being honest.”

I’m confused. This is meant to be casual. Friends with benefits, but it’s not feeling that way. I’m wondering if I’ve made a terrible mistake and my emotions are already in play. I can’t afford to fall for someone like Willo, but I also can’t bring myself to step away, either.

Willo groans as he stretches in the bed, his arms hitting the bedhead and his feet pointing over the end of the king-sized bed. “I’m going to go, because the sooner I do, the sooner I return. You stay and sleep. When I get back, we can order some breakfast. Okay?”

“Sure.” I try to smile, but I’m distracted by his amazing body. Sure, he had morning wood which has receded, but he made no attempt to try to climb on top of me, and he didn’t demand a blow job like a lot of guys I’ve been with. “Um, Willo,” I ask as he does up the belt on his jeans and throws a sweater over his head. “If the store has condoms, they might have a toothbrush. I think I’ve got some cash.” I reach for my purse that is sitting next to the bed.

“Don’t worry. I’ll grab some stuff for you.” He comes and leans down and kisses me tenderly on the mouth, not even caring about my morning breath. “Have a great rest, okay?”

I nod.

As soon as the door is closed, I reach for my phone. I’m glad for the wireless charging pad next to the bed. It’s Friday evening in New York, and I’m hoping Brittany isn’t on a hot date.

I don’t even bother texting, but go straight for a video call. Britany answers, and I see she’s sitting on her couch in her pyjamas. I hope she’s alone.

“I’m a dirty old ho.” I stop myself from bursting into tears, but I can feel them welling in my eyes as I realise I’ve started to fall in love with someone I can’t be with.

“Hey, hey. P-Girl, what’s happened? Are you in a hotel?” Brittany takes a sip from her glass of wine, and I wish I could join her in drinking and forget about what I’ve done.

“I slept with him.” I close my eyes, not wanting to see her reaction, but when I hear nothing, I open one and look at her as she waits for me to continue. “With Willo.”

“And how was it?” Brittany leans forward, her eyes wide.

“It was amazing, and he was so tender and loving, but we’re colleagues, and it was meant to be friends with benefits, but what if I catch feelings? I mean, he says he wants to go again, and he’s gone to buy more condoms.” I’m speaking so rapidly, the hand not holding my phone waving in the air.

“Breathe, hon,” Brittany says softly down the line. “It sounds like it was a great experience for once for you.”

I think back to the orgasms and the way he was able to eek them out with his fingers, tongue, and magnificent cock. “I’ve never come so much. It was like he got off on seeing me fall apart. And then he held me all night, and we’re staying here again tonight and the kids are away until Wednesday, and he has kids, and he lives on a farm, and he’s Australian.”

Brittany is laughing. “Oh, Paige. You like him, don’t you?”

“Of course I like him, but he’s a colleague, and I’m not meant to be sleeping with anyone, plus, he’s everything I don’t want. Did you hear me—he’s got kids, he lives?—”

“On a farm. Yeah, I heard you.” Brittany wipes a tear from her eye. She’s laughing so much.

“It’s not funny,” I tell her. “We said we’re not telling anyone, especially his kids, and I leave at the end of the year. What if one of us catches feelings? I mean, he’s been saying all these sweet things.”

“Then you deal with it. I mean, you seem to have your reasons that you think it can’t work, all of which seem pretty flimsy to me.”

I hate Brittany’s practicality at this moment. “My visa runs out in early January, and it was a huge hassle when I moved from Sydney down here and had to change sponsors and stuff. I don’t want to go through that again.”

“That’s over six months away,” Brittany reminds me.

“But he’s a colleague,” I argue.

“You record a podcast together but work for different organisations. He’s not Loser Lyle.”

“I mean, I really love the WAGs I’ve met, but I’m not like them. They’re all skinny.”

“You need to repeat that mantra, you know. ‘I’m a gorgeous woman, and my body is worthy of love and respect’,” Brittany reminds me.

I’ve been down this path before. I’ve stuck affirmations to my mirror, but the devil on my shoulder keeps reminding me I’m not society’s model of beauty.

“I know,” I whine.

“Do you? Say it out aloud.” Brittany is being bossy, but I think it’s what I need.

“My body is worthy of love and respect,” I say, my eyes wide as if they are waiting to roll.

“Perhaps with some feeling this time.”

I repeat it with a more neutral face, and again with enthusiasm, as Brittany coaches me.

“So, you don’t think this is the disaster I’m making it out to be? I mean, I’m going away with him and his kids next weekend. ”

“Are you excited about that?” Brittany asks.

“Yeah. It will be warmer than down here.” I chuckle. “Not that down here is anywhere near as cold as a New York or Minnesota winter. I think it’s going to be a bit like Florida. The kids keep talking about some movie park they love. Angelique is talking about shopping at some outlet mall, but I doubt they’ll have my size, and it will be nice to have a few days off work.”

“Don’t freak out, girlfriend.” Brittany finishes the wine in her glass. “This could be the start of something wonderful, or it could be a holiday fling that you’ll remember for years to come.”

Maybe. I think I need to remind myself this is friends with benefits, and that’s all.

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.” I must have dozed off after saying my farewells to Brittany, but am woken with a tender kiss to my forehead.

“What time is it?” I croak.

“It’s after ten. I’m sorry I took so long, but I’ve worked out, and I grabbed supplies.”

I sit up in the bed, wondering if my hair is a mess, and pull the blankets up to my shoulders.

“I went to the shops after I trained. Shit, hope you don’t mind, but I grabbed you some undies. I didn’t get a bra, but I grabbed you a shirt because I wasn’t sure if you wanted to wear the same one as yesterday.”

“Oh my god.” I’m mortified and throw the blankets over my head. I’m guessing he’s got size eight or something.

“Paige?” I peek an eye out from behind the blankets.

“It’s hard to find things in my size sometimes,” I mumble.

“Well, I may have cheated and looked at your top for a guide. The lady at the department store was really helpful. She said if the tags are still on, then we can take them back. I just grabbed a black long- sleeved tee, because I know you like wearing black.” Willo pulls a top from a bag. Immediately, I can see it looks soft and buttery, and even more, it looks like it will fit me. He then pulls out some undies. They aren’t too brief, which I appreciate, and they have a lace accent around the top. I doubt Willo noticed my plain panties last night when we stripped each other.

“Wow.” I’m truly surprised. “So, you do see how big I am?”

Willo sits on the edge of the bed and places his hand on my chest. “Paige, the size of your body has no bearing on what’s in here. You have a gorgeous heart and are kind and, sure, you may walk around in a body that’s a different shape than other people, but I hope you noticed I kinda enjoyed it last night.”

“You did?” I screw up my nose, still hardly believing his words.

“You’re healthy. I mean, you seem to walk everywhere, and I know you go to the gym.”

“You’re not repulsed by the stretch marks and jiggly bits?” My face is relaxing.

“No.” He strokes his hand down the side of my face. “I love the jiggly bits, especially your amazing tits. They’re spectacular.”

Not once did I think Willo was bullshitting me last night, but I thought in the light of day, he would take one look at me and run.

“I almost want to ask who hurt you, because anyone who says they don’t want to be with you because of your body, well, that says much more about them than it does about you.” Willo looks so sincere as he stares into my eyes.

“You really didn’t read about Lyle and the scandal I was caught up with in Sydney?” I ask.

“As I’ve said, I avoid the media as much as I can.”

How can I be so fortunate to meet such a man? Willo Lovemore is a genuinely nice guy. I’m almost upset that I’ll only have several months with him, not that I’m looking for a happily ever after, but his words seem to mean so much more than Brittany’s, even though she’s my bestie and knows exactly where I’m coming from.

“I also bought some deodorant. I grabbed a few because I didn’t know what you liked, and a toothbrush and toothpaste for us both.” Willo produces more from his bag.

This is all too much. How can I find myself here after all I’ve been through? “You’re amazing,” I whisper as I look at the three different containers of deodorant.

“Don’t think I’d go that far.” A smirk appears on Willo’s face as he stands, folding the grocery bag and placing it on his duffel. “Feel like a shower? I’d be happy to check if those tits are clean if you like?”

He doesn’t balk when I throw my legs over the end of the bed and stand as naked as the day I was born.

“You’re showering with me?” I ask. It comes out more as a statement than a question.

“If you’re comfortable with that,” he replies, taking me in his arms and holding me tight. I feel protected. Willo’s changed out of his jeans and is in shorts, clearly not feeling the cold. He slides them down his legs and unzips his jacket before removing it and the T-shirt beneath. The sight of his body makes my legs wobble as we move to the bathroom.

“I don’t want it too cold,” I tell him as he turns the shower on and holds his hand under the stream to feel the temperature.

“Neither do I, but I think it’s going to get even steamier in here, anyway.”

This man makes me smile. He lets me stand under the jet that flows from the handheld showerhead on the wall, but he also flicks a switch, and water flows from the rainwater showerhead overhead.

With a washcloth, he lathers me in body wash, and, as he promised, he washes me all over, paying special attention to my breasts and pussy. My body hums with arousal, savouring his attention and longing to come again. In the bright lights of the bathroom, he can see all my flaws, and yet, his cock is fully engorged, telling me it’s ready for more of what we did last night. I’m beginning to believe Willo does indeed like my body, and I’m glad it can bring him as much pleasure as he brings me.

I take the washer from him and rinse it out before adding more body wash. The hotel wash smells like eucalyptus, a smell I’ve grown to love since I’ve been in Australia. I take my time ensuring every muscle is clean. From his shoulders to his calves, I revel in running the cloth and then my hands over the ridges and dips to make sure each area is rinsed.

The rainwater feature is new to me, but I love standing under it with Willo. As I rinse the soap off his calf, I kneel in front of him and take his straining cock in my hands. He showed me last night how to retract the foreskin, but it’s already letting the crown show me how ready it is for my mouth.

I start with a kiss on the tip and smile at the groan that Willo makes. I lick along the side of the shaft, following a prominent vein. His cock pulses at the attention. Taking his scrotum in my hand, I gently stroke it, paying attention to each ball individually. Kisses are placed down the other side of his cock, and I return to the crown to find it jerk as I take it in my mouth.

Willo places a hand on my head, but instead of pulling me towards him like I’m used to, he strokes the hair from my face and pushes it down past my shoulders.

“Oh, fuck, Paige, that’s amazing,” Willo moans as I suck and hollow out my cheeks.

There’s no way I’ll get all of it in my mouth, but Willo doesn’t seem to mind. He moans and groans as I use one hand to stroke the base of his shaft and the other to fondle his balls.

“You’re so good. I’m gonna, I’m…” Willo doesn’t have to tell me. I can feel his cock swelling in my mouth as I carry on with my ministrations.

Ropes of cum hit my tongue, and I cough a little before swallowing.

“Oh, baby.” Willo drops to his knees next to me. “That was, that was something else.”

His hands are all over my face, and he draws me towards him for a kiss.

I push on his chest. “I taste like you. Let me brush my teeth.”

He says nothing, instead fusing his mouth to mine, his tongue immediately spearing into my mouth. I lose my balance, and we both stumble to the side, stopping our kissing as we laugh.

“You don’t mind?” I ask him as we sit ourselves up on the shower floor.

“Not at all,” he says, his hand stroking my leg. “But I will say, you need to put on your CV that you are a world champion cock sucker, because that was phenomenal.”

My cheeks redden at his words. I may repeat mantras until I’m blue in the face, but Willo has shown me that my body is worthy of love and respect. Maybe I’ll believe it one day.