“Aren’t you supposed to be harmless before your coffee?” I asked, letting him under the spray.
“Docile,” he said. “And, defenseless,” batting his eyes as coquettishly as a six-foot blackbelt can.
“Really?” I asked. “Let’s see. Turn around for me.”
And he did. I tapped his left foot with mine, urging him to a wider stance, then bent to sink my teeth into his ass. He yelped, but didn’t move away.
“Nice,” I said, as I nibbled my way up his sinewy back. “You are a sweet thing this morning, aren’t you? Can you keep still a bit longer?”
“Yes’m,” he replied and I reached for his cock.
He leaned on the wall and I leaned into him. I pressed my cheek against his back while hot water cascaded over both of us, stinging my eyes and filling my mouth. My left hand stroked his cock while my right scratched at his thighs, leaving red trails on his tender skin. I palmed his ass, squeezing the heavy muscles. With a soapy finger, I traced the crack of his ass. Up and down, slow and deliberate. His breathing quickened.
“I’m going to fuck you,” I murmured, and waited for his response.
“Anything you want,” he said and I smiled to hear my own words from his mouth.
I entered him gently. Just one finger, just the tip, moving past the muscle, reaching into his hole. He whimpered. I quickened the pace of my hand on his cock, circling my fingers more tightly.
“Will you come for me?” I asked, and his body gave way. He collapsed onto the wall as his cock filled my hand.
