"Oh, I think you knew."
He chuckled. "Oh, you're right. I did know. Which is probably why you've been under my skin since the moment I saw you."
Then another finger joined the previous one, and I gasped. "Oh, boy."
"No, love. I'm a man. You can feel how much."
And I certainly could. The length of him was slapping against the small of my back. "Oh yeah, I can feel that. He wants some attention?"
"Yeah, I think he does."
"Well, you have to let me go so I can turn around and maybe talk to him."
"Nyla, I'm busy."
"You are in fact busy."
I was too close, and I wanted this to last as long as it could. Because once I saw my father and the day got away from me, I might not be able to see him for a bit. "But I think you want to watch, don't you?"
His fingers stilled. "Fuck. You do know what I like, don't you?"
"Yep. I sure do. So what's it going to be? Making me crazy like this, or watching me make you crazy?"
It wasn't even a question. He eased his fingers out of me. But East being East, he slid them over my clit, pressing firmly, making my breath catch. At the same time, he pinched my nipple hard, and a shudder ran through my whole body. When I turned around, the water now on my back, I glowered up at him. "You did that on purpose."
He backed up several steps until his back was against the hard tile wall. "You bet."
On the wall there were button controls for the shower. He softened the spray and turned on the other showerhead so that the water would angle just on my back and not into my eyes.
I stalked toward my prey. Because that is, in fact, what he felt like. When I reached him, I stood on tiptoes and angled my lips to his, kissing him gently.
That kiss alone was enough to make his body shudder, and the length of his erection bobbed against my belly. "Fuck. Even a kiss from you is enough to make me crazy."
"Well then, prepare to be out of your mind."
He laughed then. "Oh my God, that was cheesy."
"You know what, you think of something flirty to say when you're really turned on. I dare you."
"All right, we'll make it a competition."
I rolled my eyes. And then with my hands on his hips, I lowered myself gently.
Before I did anything, he started to shake. "Oh my God. I don't know if I can take this."
"Well, you're going to have to."
With one hand I reached for him, wrapping my hand around the base of his erection, and he went stock-still. When I glanced up, he was staring down at me, his brows furrowed in concentration. "Are you okay?"
"Oh my God, I might die. I might honestly die."
"I'm pretty sure you're not going to die. Hang on."
When I stroked him, another shudder racked through his body, and his hands went in my hair. "Oh my God, I'm not sure if this was a good idea."
"Shut up. I'm in charge now."
And I was. When I angled him down to meet my lips and rolled my tongue over the tip of him, he cursed, fisting my hair tightly, and his body jerked. "Oh my God. I'm going to die."
"Yep. What was that you said? What a way to go?"
Then I wrapped my lips around the full head and eased my mouth down over him. I pulled back slowly, making sure he could feel every bit of my tongue. With my free hand, I cupped his balls, gently squeezing and tugging them. His hands tightened in my hair. He wasn't moving me, but it was as if I was his anchor. My name was a choked cry on his lips over and over and over again, and I could feel his balls tighten. I was ready. Prepared to take him down my throat. I slid my head down as far as it would go and then relaxed, forcing every part of me to not clench, and I took him even further. East's hands dug in my hair, and then I wasn't in control anymore. He held my head still and eased me back gently. I eased back down again, but then his hands tightened, pulling me off.
"Now. I need to be inside you."
When I refused to comply and even used my teeth a little, he barked an order. "Hands on the wall now."
I eased off, making a popping sound as I released his cock. "Well, there's no need to yell."
I stood easily and complied, turning my body around and planting my hands on the wall. In a flash, he was kneeling behind me, and then his lips and tongue were on my lips. Licking, licking, licking. His tongue sliding in and out of me. Owning me. And then his tongue left my pussy. Slipping up. "Oh, my God."
"Yeah. Bend over more."
I did as I was told, and East went to town, leaving no part of me unlicked, untouched. I was completely open to him, and all I could do was hold on for dear life. When he stood, his lips traced over my spine, and his cock notched against my pussy. He growled in my ear. "You've been naughty. Filthy. Bad, bad girl." With his foot, he kicked at one of mine and said, “Wider.” I adjusted my stance.
He kicked my other foot. When I didn't comply fast enough, he canted my hips so that my breasts were pressed into the tiles, and then he stroked home.
His pace. This was not the East I was used to, the one who tried for control, but there was no control in him now. He was completely gone. He slid one hand up to my breasts, pinching, testing, weighing. The other was on my clit as he set a
