The villa’s master bathroom was approximately the size of my first studio apartment. There was a huge glass-walled shower with multiple showerheads, all going in different directions. It was luxurious and tasteful, with wall-to-wall marble and gleaming brass fixtures.
Ford made short work of the rest of my dress, pulling it over my head and leaving me in nothing but my scrap of a thong. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and he let out a groan of appreciation when my breasts were bared to him. Looping his finger into the waistband of my underwear, he gave a sharp tug and the delicate fabric ripped, causing the whole thing to come off in his hand.
I gasped with surprise and pleasure. “What have you done?” I said with a teasing grin.
“I regret nothing. You should never wear panties,” Ford said.
He was kissing me again before I could reply, pulling off his shoes and pants until he was naked too. I could feel his cock—huge and hard and hot—jutting against me. Reaching down, I gripped it in my hand and gave him a long stroke. Once upon a time, I would have never been so bold, but the day had given me a new sense of power and confidence. First with the windsurfing and then with the dancing. It felt like I had a new connection to my body and I wanted to take advantage of it.
Ford seemed more than eager to let me do what I wanted, but after a few more strokes of my hand, he was leading me toward the shower and twisting the taps so hot water came out.
“Get in,” he said. I obeyed.
The water was the perfect temperature, sluicing down on us to wash away the sweat from the club, glistening deliciously over the hard planes of Ford’s body.
“Come here,” he said. So commanding.
He grabbed the soap and started working up a lather, never taking his eyes off me.
“I think there’s a very dirty girl in here that needs to get clean,” he said.
“Not too clean,” I purred.
Without a word he pulled me closer, trailing handfuls of soapy, bubbling foam from my shoulders to my wrists. The parts of my body that ached most for him—my breasts, between my thighs—went untouched as he lathered up my back, down my legs, even my feet. God, this man was good with his hands. Getting a massage from Ford Malone was like a little slice of heaven.
Finally, finally, he began to massage my breasts, making big circles with his firm but slick hands. I leaned my head back against the wall, letting out a full-throated moan as the sensations overwhelmed me. The warmth of his hands, the slide of the water, the slip of the soap, it all felt incredible. My nipples were tingling, emerging from the bubbles only to be stroked by Ford’s talented hands. He gave my nipples a firm, punishing twist that I loved, and then began moving downward.
Eager to be touched, I spread my legs wide as he knelt between them.
Looking up at me, he narrowed his eyes. “Tell me what you want.”
This game again.
“You,” I said, trying to pull his hand between my legs, and failing.
“Say it. Say the words,” he goaded.
“I want you to finger me,” I said, my cheeks going even hotter than they already were.
“Mmm, that’s good,” Ford said approvingly. “You want to feel my fingers in your sweet little pussy? My hot tongue, lapping you up?”
My knees buckled at his dirty talk, but I placed my palms on the wall behind me to keep me upright.
“Fuck yes,” I said, swallowing thickly. I was so ready. So needy. “Do it. Please.”
But Ford didn’t touch me yet.
“Tell meexactlywhat you want,” he said, grinning wickedly. “Tell me and I’ll do it.”
This wasn’t what I had planned at all. I wanted to seduce him, to ruin him. But I couldn’t resist what I knew he could give me. Not when I knew how good he was at…everything.
“I want your mouth on my pussy,” I said. “I want you to eat me out until I come.”
“Good girl,” Ford said, and then he lowered his head to taste me.
I cried out as his tongue speared me deep. There was no gentleness now, no teasing. He was going hard and fast, using his tongue to fuck me against the shower wall, and I loved it. I wanted more. I widened my stance and he used his fingers to spread my lips, his tongue circling my clit before diving back inside of me.
“Yes,” I panted. “Yes, fuck yes.”
