“Taste.”
I lick my lips, completely enthralled, unable to deny this man. He pushes them past my lips, and I wrap my mouth around his fingers, sucking off our combined juices.
His other hand slides between my thighs, toying with our arousal once more, pushing it back inside. I love how he’s staking his claim.
He continues to tease me and has me on the brink of another orgasm. I moan as he slips his fingers from my mouth and raises them to his own, sucking them as he continues to finger fuck mewith his other hand. There is something erotic about a man who isn’t afraid to taste his own cum.
And that’s all it takes for me to come again. Something I wouldn’t have thought possible. My toes curl, my back arches. I’m screaming out his name, causing his eyes to light up.
“Tobias, please, it’s too much,” I pant.
Eventually, he takes mercy on my overused pussy and pulls his fingers free. Resting on his elbow to stare down at me, he tucks my loose hair behind my ear, and I know I’m a hot fucking mess right now.
“You’re something else, you know that, right?” he says.
“Ditto,” I reply, my vocabulary lacking, my breathing uneven as I try to come back to myself.
He strokes his fingertips over the swell of my breast and then down my stomach. It’s both gentle and teasing. I can’t help but shiver.
“I never took you for being tactile,” I say honestly, reaching out and taking his hand in mine. He laces our fingers together.
Glancing between our joined hands, he smiles. “That’s because I’m not, but it’s different when it comes to you.”
I glance away and chew on my lower lip, unsure how to take his honesty.
Hereleases my hand, then his fingers wrap around my throat. Gently, his thumb and forefinger tilt my face, drawing my attention back to him.
“Did I say something wrong?” he asks.
Licking my lips, my throat dry, I reply, “No, of course not. I like what you said.” And right there lies the problem—I liked it a little too much.
He studies me, his large hand still flush against my throat, possessive in nature.
“Shower with me,” he eventually says, letting go and pushing himself up. His cock is half-mast, his toned muscles ripple with his movement.
Sitting up, I glance around and cover my chest with my arm.
“What are you looking for?” he asks, coming around my side of the bed.
“Hmm something to wear,” I reply.
He rolls his lips between his teeth, raising his eyebrows.
“No need, we’re getting in the shower. Come on, up. Unless you want me to throw you over my shoulder and carry you.”
Rolling my eyes, I push myself up. He wraps me in his arms and pulls me flush against his body, his cock rigid between us. We’re both sticky and sweaty, but he’s the least bit deterred as he cups the back of my neck and angles my face so I’m staring up at him.
And then his lips descend upon mine, and he’s kissing me.
I don’t know how long he devours my mouth, but when he pulls back, we’re both panting, our lips swollen. With his arms still wrapped around me, he walks us backwards and into his ensuite.
Only releasing me to start the shower, he steps under the jets and reaches out, pulling me under too.
We fall into a comfortable silence, the sound of running water cascading over us. I smile. It’s too late to worry about my hair getting wet, so I reach up to try to free it from my hairband, but my bun is now more of a knot.
Tobias stills my hands. “Turn around,” he says, twirling his finger in the air.
Without hesitation, I do as I’m told.
