“Don’t you dare,” I scold, grabbing his face and finding his lips.
They’re hot with shower water, droplets caressing us, clinging to my bra and making my panties heavy as our bodies crush together. His hands smooth down the curve of my back, slowly prying my underwear loose. I slide out of them. My knees begin to shake.
He leans back, just staring at me for a second.
The water has soaked his boxer shorts, making them see-through. His c**k is a massive weapon. I’ve never seen it so hard.
“I want you to look at me as we make love,” I whisper, feeling oddly vulnerable. I don’t want to make him uncomfortable. But I’m not about to be timid about saying what I want, either. I slide my hand under his boxers and grab the base of his c**k, stroking. “And when we come, Carlo, I want us to feel i
