Dirty Pucker (Denver Bashers #2)

40. Del

Chapter 40

Del

W hen I wake up, Ingrid’s not in bed.

I sit up and notice the light peeking from under the bathroom door. I hear the shower running.

I hop out of bed. I open the door to the bathroom and pop into the toilet room first. When I finish peeing, I wash my hands, then walk across the massive bathroom all the way to the shower.

For a second, I just stand there and stare at my gorgeous girlfriend in the shower, eyes closed, savoring the hot water as it streams down her beautiful body.

My girlfriend.

Just a few hours ago, we made things official. I still can’t believe this incredible woman is mine and that she wants to be with me.

She could have any guy in the world, and she wants to be with me.

My stomach feels like it’s bottoming out. I can’t remember the last time I felt like this. Happy and giddy and excited.

I’ve had a few serious relationships in my life, and yeah, I was happy. But not like this.

With Ingrid, I feel safe and comfortable, like I can be myself. I’ve told her things about myself and my life that I’ve never told any of my previous girlfriends. I’ve shown her the rawest parts of myself, and she didn’t even flinch.

I think about how supportive she was when I told her about the way my dad mistreated me and my mom and sister growing up, how she offered to help my mom without hesitation.

She didn’t recoil. She didn’t run away. She stayed with me. And she made it a point to tell me that none of it changed how she felt about me.

When she turns to grab the bar of soap from the ledge carved into the stone shower, she sees me.

She smiles. “Hey. Sorry, did I wake you?”

I shake my head. I slide open the shower door and step inside. She moves to the side so I can stand under the rainfall shower head and get wet.

Once I’m soaked, I grab her by the waist and pull her against me and kiss her. It’s not long before things turn hot. She’s clawing at my chest and arms, I’m grabbing her ass, and our tongues are getting filthier by the second.

I break the kiss and look at the small bar of soap in her delicate hand.

“May I?”

She nods. I take the soap and work up a lather. I glide my hands all over Ingrid’s body. She’s all long limbs and soft curves. I groan at the feel of her impossibly soft skin, wet under my hands.

I glide my hands over her tits, then tease her nipples with my thumb.

She closes her eyes and hums. “It’s been a while since I’ve fooled around in the shower.”

I glide a hand down her stomach and settle my palm over her pussy. When I feel how hot she is, I groan.

I run my fingers between her folds and circle my thumb gently around her clit. She whimpers. I drop my mouth to hers and kiss her, swallowing the sweet sounds she makes.

“Not a fan of shower sex?” I ask when I break the kiss.

Her chest rises and falls as she takes a breath. She shakes her head. “No, I always enjoyed it. I’ve just…been with guys who think that things end as soon as they come. It’s always been kind of disappointing for me.”

Her blue eyes are shy as she looks at me.

“Is that so?” She nods. “Well then. We need to fix that.”

I drop a kiss to her shoulder. “Are you willing to get a little dirty with me, sweetheart?”

“Always.”

I drag my mouth up the slope of her shoulder and stop at the base of her neck. Her pulse point kicks up underneath my mouth as I work her clit with my thumb.

I move her so her back is against the wall. And then I thrust my two middle fingers inside of her.

There’s a flash of surprise in her eyes as she looks at me. The corners of her mouth twitch up, like she’s about to smile.

When I press my palm against her clit, her mouth falls open.

She shivers. “Oh god…”

My fingers land against her G-spot. She gasps.

Slowly, I glide over it, again and again. I keep my palm pressed against her clit. Her breathing turns broken and her eyes turn hazy.

“Del…” she rasps.

She grips a hand around my wrist. Her body starts to shake.

I hover my mouth over hers. “How does this feel for you, sweetheart?”

She doesn’t answer with words. She just nods frantically.

Gently, I grip the base of her delicate neck with my free hand. “Is this okay?” I ask.

She bites her lip, smiling. “Yes,” she says, breathless.

I finger fuck her faster and harder. Her eyelids flutter. She wraps her other hand around the wrist of my hand that’s around her neck.

“Harder, please,” she says in a sweet, breathy voice.

Fuck, if that’s not the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. I do what she says and tighten my grip around the base of her neck a little harder.

Her eyes roll back before she closes her eyes. The laziest smile pulls at her lush mouth. A minute later, she explodes. Her voice bounces off the walls of the shower, ringing in my ears.

She starts to come down and I pull my hands away from her neck and pussy, resting them on her waist.

She still sports that adorably lazy grin on her face as she looks at me.

She pushes off the wall, slinks her arm around my neck, and kisses me. When she wraps her fingers around my throbbing dick, I groan. I shake my head and gently push her hand away.

She frowns at me, confused.

“Why are you…” She trails off when I drop to my knees.

“Haven’t you learned, sweetheart? I don’t come until you come. Twice.”

She stands there, looking at me with a dazed expression. I spin her around until she’s facing the shower wall. When I’m face to face with her plump ass, I knead her cheeks in my hands. She gasps.

The longer I work her pert little ass in my hands, the more worked up she gets. She’s panting and moaning and running her hands up and down the wall.

Slowly, I pull her cheeks apart. My mouth waters at the sight of her cute little puckered asshole.

“I wanna taste you here, sweetheart. Would that be okay?”

“Yes,” she says, her voice soft and breathy.

I bury my face between her cheeks, moaning as I lap my tongue against her asshole. She’s tense at first, but after a minute she starts to relax.

Her moans bounce off the shower walls.

I lean back. “Are you enjoying this, sweetheart? Does it feel good for you?”

“It feels amazing.”

I circle my thumb around her asshole. “Has anyone touched you here before?”

She shakes her head.

I tongue her again. “Has anyone tasted you here?”

She shakes her head again.

I groan as I tease her asshole with my tongue some more, losing my mind as I eat her perfect ass.

I pull away and give her ass cheek a soft smack. She yelps. A second later, it turns into a groan.

“They missed out. Because you’ve got the hottest ass in the entire world.”

I bury my face between her cheeks once more. As I swirl my tongue, I slide a hand around to her pussy. Gently, I swirl my fingers around her swollen clit. My fingers and my tongue work in tandem to bring her the pleasure she deserves. I feel her unravel between my mouth and my hands. Her entire body tenses and shakes.

“You’re close, aren’t you?”

She whines, “Yes.”

“Good girl.”

A minute later, she explodes, pinned between me and the shower wall. I keep working my tongue and my hands until she reaches back and pushes my face away.

I fall back on my heels and gaze up at her. Her hair is wet and messy, her skin is flushed pink, her eyes are cloudy, and she’s smiling like she’s drunk.

The second I stand up, her hand wraps around my dick. She pumps me in her hand, firm and steady. With her other hand, she grips my jaw and kisses me roughly.

I’m hard as concrete, her hand feels so good jerking me off. Heat is simmering in my lower abdomen as the pleasure builds.

I try to last as long as I can, but it’s impossible. I’m so turned on from making her come twice and from eating her gorgeous ass.

My cock is throbbing, aching for release. She drops her hand from my face and gently grips my balls. Thirty seconds later, I’m a goner. I spill into her hand with a roar. I plant my hand on the opposite wall just to keep myself upright. Heat rockets through my entire body. My arms and legs turn to liquid.

She pulls her hands away from my dick and leans against the shower wall, a naughty smile playing across her lips. I pull her against me and kiss her.

“Incredible,” I say against her mouth.

We wash up and rinse off, then step out of the shower. I grab a towel and wrap it around her, then grab one and start to dry off. I catch her staring at me.

“What?”

She smiles and shakes her head. “I just can’t get over how sweet and generous you are.”

As happy as I am to hear that, it also makes me sad. It means that the guys Ingrid was with before probably didn’t treat her very well.

I wrap my arms around her and pull her close.

“Is this what it’s like to be your girlfriend? Endless orgasms and being doted on?”

I smile. “I never really thought of it that way. But yeah.”

She beams wide and kisses me. “Wanna order breakfast?” she asks.

“Yeah.”

When she moves to walk out of the bathroom, I grab her arm gently and pull her back to me. Then I lean down and toss her over my shoulder. She squeals as I carry her back to the bed. I drop her on the mattress. Her towel falls away, leaving her naked.

“I thought you said you wanted breakfast,” she says.

“I do.” I kneel on the bed and settle between her legs. I kiss the inside of her thigh.

I lower my face between her legs and devour her.