He could smell her womanly scent, rich and warm. His mouth watered for a taste of her, but she shyly covered her mound with one hand. He could wait until she was begging for it. He rose to his feet, his erection rising high. She studied him with half-lidded eyes. He turned on the shower to let the water heat up. Then they stepped inside the stall.
It was a tight fit. Deliciously tight. Her slippery wet body plastered against his. Water rained down his back as he filled his hands with her buttocks. He shuddered with pleasure. His staff nudged her slick belly.
“Damn,” he said, gritting his teeth.
“What’s wrong?”
“You feel too good.”
“This is very stimulating.”
He slid his erection back and forth, unable to resist. “I’m already close.”
“Your organ is enlarged again.”
His hips jerked forward. He moved his hands to her breasts, stroking her wet nipples. “Touch it.”
She found the soap and started at his shoulders. Then she worked her way down, lathering his chest and stomach. By the time she encircled his shaft, he was trembling with need. She squeezed him with soapy fingers.
He endured her attention for about thirty seconds, moaning helplessly. Then he peeled her hand away, his jaw clenched. She smiled and reached for the shampoo. He watched her breasts jiggle enticingly as she washed her hair. Bubbles dripped down her smooth skin, over her sexy stomach and into the cleft between her thighs.
Jesus.
She tilted her head back to rinse her hair, eyes closed. He took his shaft in hand and strangled it into submission. When she was finished, he turned her around and made a fist in her hair. She gasped, bracing her palm on the shower tiles. He kissed the nape of her neck and slid his fingers down her belly. His erection nestled against her ass as he parted her plump folds. She was very wet.
He could take her like this, from behind. He could take her standing up, against the tiles. He could have her on her knees. He could make her come with his fingertips and finish himself off with a quick jerk.
All of that sounded hot, but too expedient. He wasn’t just trying to get her off. He was trying to win her heart.
He removed his hand from between her legs and released her hair. She glanced over her shoulder at him, her lips parted. She looked disappointed, as if she’d enjoyed that hint of roughness. His erection throbbed like a sore thumb. He shut the water off and helped her out of the shower stall. Then he lifted her against the sink, her legs spread.
Again, he wanted to take her. The tip of his shaft was right there at her opening. Her thighs shimmered with droplets of water and her sex glistened. He kissed her sweet mouth, plunging his tongue deep. She kissed him back with equal fervor. She wanted this as much as he did. She needed him deep inside her.
He broke contact with her mouth and brought his thumb to her lips. He encouraged her to suck it, and she did. His erection throbbed at the sight of her hot mouth stretched around him. He removed his thumb and swept it across her cheek. He pinched her taut nipples, making her moan. Then he went down on his knees.
She was ripe for his tongue. So ripe and wet and swollen. He speared his tongue into her hot flesh. She buried her hands in his hair and cried out for more. He gave it to her. He replaced his tongue with two fingers, plumbing her silky depths. Then he swirled his tongue over her clitoris. He sucked it and kissed it and loved it. He relished her taste, her scent, her uninhibited responses. He’d never enjoyed pleasuring a woman more. Her moisture flooded his fingers as he thrust them in and out.
She made breathy sounds of excitement, close to ecstasy. He flicked his tongue slower to draw the moment out. She bucked against his mouth and gave a hoarse scream. He smiled at the sharp tug of her hands in his hair. When her grip loosened, he slid his fingers from her sex.
“What did you do to me?” she murmured drowsily.
He rose to rinse off his mouth at the sink. “I’m just getting started.”
She chuckled at this claim, as if she didn’t believe it.
He carried her to the bed and tossed her on the mattress. “Are you ready?”
“For what?”
He climbed on top of her. “This,” he said, gripping her hair. He entered her in one thrust. She gasped at the feel of him. Her slick channel squeezed him like a fist. He withdrew a few inches and drove home again, harder.
“Ooh,” she said. “Yes.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“You. Inside me.”
He groaned, thrusting deeper. Her moisture glistened on his shaft as he pounded into her. Her delicate parts stretched wide around his flesh. Everything was swollen and tight and slippery. It felt so goddamned good, he couldn’t stand it.
He wanted her to come with him, so he slid his hand between them. She mewled her encouragement, her mouth contorted in pleasure. She was so hot, so wet, so perfect. She cried out his name, hips bucking under his. He buried himself to the hilt as her inner muscles fluttered around him.
God.
It was just good sex, and great chemistry, and healthy bodies performing well together, but it felt special. It felt like magic. It felt like no one had ever reached this peak before.
He pulled out at the last second, shuddering with the power of his own climax. Hot seed erupted from him in heavy spurts. It jetted
