James wants Felicity on her knees again

He took her by the shoulders and gently pushed her down until she was on her knees, the warm water from the shower spraying down on her back. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with excitement and just a hint of trepidation. He took a step back, his hand guiding her head up to meet his cock. "Take it," he ordered, his voice thick with lust. "Take it all."

Felicity's hands trembled as she reached out to grasp the base of his cock, her thumb and forefinger not even coming close to meeting around the thickness. She had never seen anything so big, so powerful. The tip was still glistening with shower water, and she felt a fresh wave of arousal at the sight of it. She licked her lips, her eyes never leaving James's as she rubbed her hands up and down his shaft.

"That's it," James murmured, his hand coming to rest on the back of her head. "Just like that." Felicity took a deep breath, leaned in, and took him into her mouth again. She felt his cock twitch as she did, and she knew she was driving him as wild as he was driving her. She took him as deep as she could, letting the water run over her face and into her mouth as she bobbed up and down. He tasted faintly of salt and musk, and she found it incredibly erotic.

James watched her, his eyes dark with hunger, as she pleasured him with her mouth. He knew he couldn't last much longer. He'd been on edge since they first kissed, and the sight of his previously innocent little wife like this, so eager and willing, was almost more than he could handle. "Fuck, Felicity," he groaned, his hand tightening in her hair. "You're a fucking natural."

Her eyes sparkled with pride at his words, and she redoubled her efforts, taking him deeper until she could feel the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, but she didn't pull back. Instead, she pushed through the sensation, eager to please him. James's hips began to move, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth, setting a rhythm that had her breathing through her nose and her eyes watering slightly.

Suddenly, he pulled out, the wet sound of his cock leaving her mouth echoing in the shower. Before she could react, he slapped her cheek gently with it, leaving a trail of precum on her skin.

Felicity's eyes went wide, and she looked up at him, not sure if she should be shocked or turned on. The smirk on James's face told her he knew exactly which it was.

"You're going to take it all," he said, his voice low and commanding. He took her face in his hands and guided her back to his cock. She opened her mouth obediently, taking him back in with renewed fervor. He was right—she was a natural. Each time she took him to the back of her throat, she felt a thrill run through her, a sense of pride that she could give him this pleasure.

But James had other plans. He pulled out again, this time before she could get into a rhythm. He stepped back, his cock bobbing slightly as he looked down on her with a wicked glint in his eye. "I want you to jerk me off," he told her, his voice thick with lust. "I'm going to come all over that pretty face of yours."

Felicity felt a rush of excitement and fear. She had never done anything like this before, but the way James was looking at her made her want to try. She nodded, her eyes never leaving his. He stepped closer, placing a hand on her cheek as he guided her hand to his cock. She began to stroke him tentatively at first, her palm sliding up and down the slick shaft. She watched his face, looking for any signs of approval or dissatisfaction.

James's eyes closed briefly as he moaned, his hand moving to the back of her head. He began to guide her movements, showing her the speed and pressure that he liked. She followed his lead, her grip tightening, her strokes growing more confident. The water cascaded down their bodies, mixing with the sweat and their shared passion.

Felicity's heart was racing as she felt his cock swell in her hand. She could tell he was close, and the power she had over him in this moment was intoxicating. She leaned forward, her mouth open, eager to taste him again. "Not yet," James said, his voice strained. "Keep going. I want to come on your face."

Her eyes never left his as she stroked him faster, watching the muscles in his abs clench and his chest rise and fall with each heavy breath. She felt a strange sense of pride knowing that she could bring him to the brink like this. His hand tightened in her hair, and she knew it was almost time.

With a final, guttural groan, James pulled away from her mouth, his cock pulsing in her hand, and with a roar of pleasure, he came, his semen spurting out in thick ropes that splattered across her face, her cheeks, her nose, and her chin.

Felicity felt a rush of heat and shock, but underneath it all was a deep, primal satisfaction. She looked up at him as the water cascaded down their bodies, her face a mask of his come and a sign of his ownership of her.