“The way you look at me…” Her voice trailed away.
My gaze hopped to her face. Jesus, did I frighten her? “What?”
“It’s like you want to eat me up.”
I did. I really, really did. “Um…”
“It’s wonderful to be wanted like that. It’s…” Again she lifted her chin, and while I struggled for something reassuring to say, she pushed down that scrap of red lace. She was naked, and I wanted her like I wanted my next breath.
I moved for her. It was more like a twitch and a step because I had such little control of my body around her. But she held up a finger, then shimmied toward the bathroom.
“In here. Okay?”
Anything she wanted. And I did mean anything. “Okay,” I managed to say as I watched her lean in and turn on the shower. Creamy backside, rounded bottom, and legs that I wanted wrapped around me. Her hair flowed down her back, hitting just below her shoulder blades. I couldn’t get my own clothes off fast enough.
By the time she turned around, I was naked, my boner stretching toward her. Her eyes rounded when she saw me, and I stood there with my whole body throbbing, while her gaze flowed down and landed square on that big, weeping part of me. I know I’m a pretty good-looking guy, but this was a perusal that was really thorough, and all my insecurities had a long moment to shout at me.
Then she smiled that slow quirk to her lips as her eyes danced. Oh yeah.
I moved forward, but she held up her hand. “Condom, right?”
Right. I went back to my shorts and grabbed one out of my pocket. A string of three came out, and I ripped one off. She stood there watching as I rolled it on. My hands were shaking, but I managed it and when I looked up, she smiled that beautiful smile and stepped into the shower. I followed, but my steps were slow. I wanted to burn this image into my brain to remember forever. There she was, a toned woman with curves in all the right ways, stepping into the spray. Then she tilted her head back, letting the water sluice down her hair until it was a black ribbon down her back. With her face lifted and her back arched, her breasts pointed high. Water splashed across her chest and pearled on her nipples.
Every erotic fantasy in my brain gave way to this image. Anything I’ve ever wanted, ever thought was sexy became this sight. Her. Right like that.
I don’t even know how I got into the shower. I swear I was mesmerized by the sight of her and just got there. Inside the wetness with her. Steam rose in the air and off her skin. I touched her because I had to. I leaned down and took her nipple in my mouth because I would starve if I didn’t. And when she set her hands on my shoulders, I simply went down before her. On my knees as I suckled her breasts. I licked those berry tips, I pulled them—one by one—into my mouth while water mixed with her taste, and she began to sway toward me.
My hands went to her waist, then lower to the flare of her hips. I could taste her there, the slick juncture of her thighs. But then she tugged at me, drawing me up. I went because she wanted me to. I kissed my way up her throat and jaw. And when I found her mouth, I pushed inside. I drank deep and hard.
Her leg lifted, sliding up my thigh. I was unsteady with the power of what I was feeling. Of what she made me feel. I had to brace one hand on the shower tile behind her, while the other gripped her thigh and drew her higher against me.
There.
Her sex felt like the sweetest pillow. Wet with heat, it took very little maneuvering to position myself just right. Still, I had to ask. One last time, because part of me couldn’t believe this was happening.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” And as if to help it along, she pushed down on me. Just a little. Enough to make my eyes roll back in pleasure.
I thrust.
She was tight and so glorious, I couldn’t breathe. This wet woman was gripping only the first part of me because she was that small, like untried ground. I worried for a desperate moment if this was her first time. Oh shit. I should stop. I should ask. But I didn’t have the breath. And God help me if she changed her mind.
I meant to. God knows I did, but my body had a mind of its own. I thrust again. Deeper. Halfway this time, but I needed to go farther.
“I can’t stop,” I blurted. “I can’t go slow.”
She took my face in her hands. She brought my gaze to hers and whispered, “Don’t stop.” Then she kissed me. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and my hips followed suit. I jerked upward and embedded myself deep. Oh yes. She surrounded me, and I was all about grinding in deeper. Harder. I hated pulling back, even for an inch, but I had to. I rolled back, then slammed forward, the pleasure of it ripping a groan from deep inside my belly.
I heard her gasp at the impact, and I knew she was feeling it. But was it good? I had to make it good for her. But I had no control as I thrust again.
She moaned and let her head drop back. Oh God, what a sight. Water dropping down on her chest. It flowed down my hair and face, too, blurring my vision enough to make this seem unreal. And yet, she was here. And when I leaned in close and inhaled, I could still smell the ginger spice of her, despite the water.
I licked her breasts, tasting without subtlety, sucking without discrimination while below, it was all pounding rhythm. Thank God our balance was a little uncertain. If I had the space to move right, I wouldn’t have been able to slow enough for her. So I sucked at the water and her breasts, and I slammed into the tight fist of her body, wanting it to last for-fucking-ever.
But it couldn’t. I felt the roar build at the base of my spine. I felt the heat of her and the friction of it, and I knew I had seconds. I had to get her off first. I had to.
I reached between us, and I touched her mound. She cried out at my touch and inside she gripped me like a vise.
