Even though the steam from the shower is warm, it’s still cool enough in the bathroom that my nipples immediately harden. I can feel how wet I am when I shift my legs, and my core is burning up for Roque to touch me.
What is he waiting on?
He still doesn’t move, although I see a flash of interest cross his face, and when I glance down at his pants, I can tell that he’s really interested. I swear, my mouth waters a little at the sight of his cock pressing through the front of his pants.
I’ve never wanted anyone the way that I want Roque right now, and the fact that he’s not touching me is killing me. Without thinking about what I’m doing, I reach out and take his hand, drawing it between my legs. He sucks in a breath as his fingers stroke my folds, but he doesn’t move.
It isn’t until I step closer to him, hobbling on my bad ankle, and press my body against his that he really responds. It’s like I break down a barrier when I do this, and he suddenly reaches out and grabs me by the hip, pulling me closer to him to kiss him. His cock presses into me through his jeans and he plunges his fingers into my wet heat, making me gasp and then moan.
“You hungry, little Eva? Your cunt need a good deep fucking this morning so that you can really concentrate on what’s important?” His voice is a low growl in my ear and it makes goosebumps pop out on my body, but I nod for him.
God, yes, I want him, and I hope that I’m not going to hell for wanting to fuck the guy who’s holding me captive. My wrists are still sore from being tied to the bed, but I don’t even care right now. All I can think about are the way his hands feel as they travel up and down my body.
It’s like my skin is on fire. Wherever he touches me, there’s a sharp bolt of electricity and I wiggle closer to him, wanting to feel all of him. When I reach up and start to unbutton his shirt, he stops, pushing me away.
“Do you not want me?” My face is burning as hot as my core. If he doesn’t give me the release that my body is crying out for, then I don’t know what I’m going to do.
When he grins at me and starts to unbutton his shirt, I feel myself relax. I’m all twisted up inside, but each button he unbuttons makes me come a little more undone. My clit throbs for him and I reach down, softly rubbing myself as I wait on him.
His eyes widen and he sucks in a breath. “Listen, Eva, that’s for me to do. You just stand there and wait like a good girl, do you understand?”
I nod, but I can’t stop touching myself. I know how good it’s going to feel to have his huge cock in me, and I can’t wait. He can’t keep me waiting any longer. My eyes close, but when he grabs my chin and forces me to look at him, they fly back open.
“I told you to wait.” His fingers squeeze my skin and I nod.
“I’m sorry,” I manage, and he grunts, letting me go.
Now I have to wait. Digging my fingernails into my palms, I clench my fists at my side. His shirt is off now and I can see the tattoos snaking up his sides and his arms. When I’d seen them peeking out from his cuffs, I’d known that I wanted to see more. Now I can barely control myself.
I want to run my fingers up them and trace them. He bends, slipping off his pants, and I gasp. On his side there’s a huge scar. Without thinking, I reach out to trace it, my fingertips barely touching his skin.
Roque stands up and grabs my wrist, turning it so that he can plant burning kisses on its underside. “You like my scar?” He asks, a twisted smile on his face. “I’ll tell you about it later, but right now, I think that your greedy little cunt wants something from me, am I right?”
It’s almost impossible for me to be coherent, but I nod, reaching for him again. He can’t leave me hanging like this. As soon as my hands land on his chest, he pulls me forward, sweeping me into his arms and carrying me into the shower.
The hot water is almost too hot, and it streaks down my skin, turning my pale body bright red. Even as I reach for the control to turn it down, Roque bends his head and takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking it hard into a point.
Holy hell. Abandoning all hope of turning down the heat, I grab the back of his head, my eyes rolling back as he flicks his tongue around my nipple and sucks it. There’s an aching in my core that’s almost too much for me to bear, and as soon as he raises his head, I grab him around the back of his neck, pulling him to me for a kiss.
“I want you,” I manage, before our mouths crash together. His tongue sweeps through mine like he knows me, like I’m his and he’s claiming me again. Every touch of his hands on my body makes my legs weak and I feel the heat coursing through my body.
Could I cum just from him kissing and touching me like this? I’m beginning to think so, especially considering the way my body aches for him. As if he can read my mind, Roque reaches down, his fingers playing lightly around my clit.
It sends sparks of pleasure through my body and I feel the muscles in my core tightening. His touch is so light that I
