Little Red and the Wolf

Granny’s Little Red become such an enchanting woman?

His gaze dropped to her breasts rising toward him with her slowing breaths. He reached out to one, his finger tracing along the outside curve, bringing a rush of tiny goose bumps shivering over her body. Her smile brightened but her eyes remained closed.

He feathered a single finger up to the darker flesh of her areola. The skin reacted like a delicate flower, puckering at his touch, her nipple growing, defining, hardening. His hand opened on her without thought, fingers squeezing gently, catching the hard nub. His heart picked up a beat, blood rushing to his cock, muscles tightening.

There was nothing like the feel of a woman’s breast so perfect, so sensual, he had to feel it in his mouth. Gray slipped his free arm around her waist, his hand sliding down to cup her ass. He pulled her close. His cock twitched against her, the wet hairs of her pussy teasing him. He bent over her, flicking his tongue over her nipple, hard as a cherry pit.

Grrr… He’d like to squeeze his teeth on that sweet pebble of flesh, to bite and nibble. Gentleness wasn’t easy, but he didn’t want to hurt her. He knew he’d failed when she gasped, flinched away. He stopped instantly and met her gaze. There was laughter in her forest-green eyes that set his worry at ease.

“Not so hard.”

He growled his apology as he kissed her breast, then drew as much as he could into his mouth, careful not to pull too hard. The puckered flesh of her nipple felt wonderful on his tongue and he swirled around it, reveling in the sensation. She arched into him, pressing her body flush against his, from her ribs to her sex. Gray pressed back, his arms wrapped tight around her.

A soft beep warned him before perfectly warm water sprayed from three walls and overhead. His body shielded her but she flinched anyway.

“Wow, that feels good,” she said.

Gray released her, stepped back, allowing more of the steaming water to patter over her body. He reached for his sea sponge in the silver basket suctioned to the back wall and showed it to her.

“You mind? It’s almost new.” It was still a little stiff, but the water would soften it enough. “I have washcloths if you’d rather…”

She laughed. “I just had your penis in my mouth. I think I can handle your bath sponge on my back.”

The image of her lips wrapped around his hard cock flashed through his head. He hooked his hand behind her neck, pulled, bringing her mouth to his. He had to feel those soft lips again, somewhere, anywhere on his body.

Her surprise only lasted an instant and she kissed him back, just as needy. He felt her hands on his hips, her nails digging in, not hard but enough to send a jolt of painful pleasure racing through his system. Her tongue flicked against his, traced the roof of his mouth then darted away. He chased with his own, gathering her body to his as he did.

The quick movement sent her off balance, forced her to put too much weight on her injured leg. She grimaced, breaking the kiss as she stumbled against him. Gray caught her, practically lifting her off her feet.

“Shit. I’m sorry. I… Dammit.” He set her down, waited for her to find a comfortable footing. “This isn’t me. It’s just that you smell so perfect, and you feel… I…”

She laughed, holding his shoulders. “I know exactly what you mean. Really. Everything just feels so right, so good, with you. I swear I’ve never been like this, but I have to admit, it’s kinda great.”

Tension rippled off his shoulders with her smile. He held out the sponge, let it fill with water, wrung it out and did it again until it was soft and heavy in his hand. He filled it with soap, squeezed until it was white with suds, then turned Maizie around so the water cascaded over her long hair and down her back.

She leaned her head into the spray, running her hands through her hair, eyes closed, as Gray smoothed the soapy sponge down her neck and over the swells of her breasts. He washed her, every luscious feminine inch of her. He touched her in places he’d likely miss while making love to her and he enjoyed every minute of it. He even washed her hair, something he’d never done before and very much wanted to do again.

When he’d finished and had rinsed the last shimmer of shampoo from her hair, smoothed the last bubble of soap off the round of her ass, she turned and took the sponge from the basket where he’d put it.

She squeezed, soapy white lather bubbling out between her fingers. She smiled. “We still taking turns?”

Chapter Nine

“There mwap mwap mwap you know, Maizie.”

Maizie could only make out half of what Gray was saying under the towel while he dried her hair. She could definitely get used to this kind of service. Not to mention the service she’d just gotten in the shower.

In fact…

She dropped the towel she’d used to dry her body and reached for his hands, turning to face him. Her thoughts must have shown on her face. The moment their eyes met, he allowed the last ends of her hair to slip from his grip beneath the towel-forgotten-his gaze drifting to her naked breasts and lower.

You’d think he’d never seen her naked the way he looked at her. Lips parted, eyes intense, muscles tight. She felt beautiful, sexy.

“We need to talk, Maizie. I mean it.” There was a hint of guilt in his voice, if not in his eyes. Why? Was this about him stealing her mother’s locket? What else? It’s why she’d come. Maybe he’d figured it out. But she didn’t want to ruin the moment with explanations or excuses. Her mother’s locket was the last thing on her mind right now.

His gaze hadn’t risen above her chest, and the look in his eyes was not the look of a man hoping for stimulating conversation. She stepped closer, her hands going to the towel snagged around his hips. She tugged and the fuzzy warm fabric parted then slipped to the floor.

His stiff cock sprang up to meet her. Yeah, he’s all about talking. She wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft, loving the girth of it. Smaller than a rolling pin, thicker than the handle of a bat, enough to fill her but not ruin her.

Gawd, she wanted to know what he’d feel like inside her. Just the thought of it sent a wash of wet heat through her sex. She stroked him, feeling the velvety ridges, the smooth lip of the head then down again. She arched her back so the plump head of his cock pressed into her belly as she stroked him.

He groaned, the sound vibrating low in his chest. His hips rocked with her, coaxing her to continue, to stroke faster. She tightened her grip, followed his quicker pace and found herself caressing her sex against his leg. Her hand to his hip, trying to remember not to dig her nails too deep, she leaned in to kiss the hard muscles of his chest.

Small trickles of water streamed down his chest from his hair, wetting her lips. His skin was hot, a beautiful sun-kissed bronze and so smooth she had to know the feel of it on her tongue. He was clean from the shower but the smallest sheen of sweat had started to form. Salty, earthy and subtly sweet, just the way he smelled.

She found his nipple with her lips, the little pucker of dark rosy flesh, its tiny nub erect, excited. She teased her tongue over it, flicked and sucked and kissed-and bit. Gray’s breath caught with a hiss, a wash of goose bumps traveling over his skin. His cock pulsed in her hand.

He grabbed her arms, pulled his hips back enough so she’d let him go. “Jeezus, you drive me to distraction.”

“This is a good thing.” She reached for him, but he kept her back.

He laughed, playful, genuine. “It’s a very good thing, but I want to talk.”

She sighed, as dramatic as she could. “Is it always going to be about what you want?” She allowed a smile to quirk the corner of her mouth.

“What? No. I…” The poor man hadn’t come completely. His hard-on was so stiff she could probably blow him from across the room. It was a ruthless tease. She didn’t care. She’d make it up to him if he’d just stop yackin’.

He caught her smirk, his brow creased, a determined frown darkening his face. “Absolutely.”