Page 61 of Coveted By Cupid

Could have fooled me. Where he has a mastery level of self-control, I’d have flunked out as soon as my hands were on his body.

When he tosses the washcloth aside and uses his large, calloused hands to help rinse the soap away under the streams of water, I’m ready to shove my fingers between my legs and take matters into my own hands. The bubbles are long gone, but Cupid keeps running his hands over my body, like he can’t bear the thought of not touching me.

He turns me in the water, having me face away from him once again. His fingers trail from the center of my neck down my chest, between my cleavage, cupping around one of my heaving breasts. Using his thumb, he rolls it over my nipple, stimulating it into a stiff peak and causing a needy whimper to leave my lips.

“Is this what you want, Vanessa? My hands touching you?”

“Yes,” I plead, sounding desperate for his attention.

My response urges him on. He palms my breasts from behind, plucking my nipples and drawing more guttural sounds from me.

While he toys with one of my nipples, his other hand slips past my stomach, cupping the apex between my thighs. He nudges my feet apart with his foot, giving him access to slip a thick finger between my folds.

That first touch against my sex has me gasping, tossing my head back against his muscled chest. My hands fly out in front of me on the shower wall, the only thing keeping me upright and not melting into a puddle on the shower floor.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he purrs. “Ready to take me inside?”

“I thought you said you couldn’t have me while I was healing,” I say weakly, my voice coming out all breathy. The last thing I want is this man to stop pleasuring me, but I’m not sure my head could handle the pounding his cock would give me.

He runs his nose against my neck, breathing me in. “I may not fuck you hard the way I want to, but I sure as hell can pleasure you.”

To prove his point, he slips two of his thick fingers inside me, already slicked from running through my arousal.

My pussy clenches around his fingers, sucking them deeper inside of me. “Oh, God!”

“That’s right,” he croons, dragging his teeth along my neck and making me gasp. “I’m your God. And you’re my Psyche.”

Cupid nips and sucks on my neck as his fingers pump inside of me at an unhurried, torturous pace, building on my mounting pleasure. Pressing the heel of his palm against my clit, he rubs against it, creating intense friction and making me greedy for more.

My ass grinds against his now fully erect dick, wishing it was his cock inside of me instead of his fingers.

He hisses, thrusting his dick between my cheeks like he can’t help himself. “Stop that, brat. I can’t bend you over and take you.”

“You don’t seem to mind it,” I say, rubbing my ass against his groin again.

The hand that once held my breast comes down across my ass. I gasp, arching forward on my toes and grinding against his fingers inside me.

“Fuck me!” I cry out, shamelessly riding his hand and chasing my orgasm.

Cupid chuckles. “You’d like if I did, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” I pant, rocking my hips in tandem with his finger fucking.

As if he can sense I’m right on the cusp of bliss, Cupid pulls his fingers free and spins me around to face him. The sudden movement makes me dizzy, but I don’t need to worry. Cupid has me in his arms, pressing my back against the wall of the shower. The cold tiles against my bare skin have me gasping, arching my back and pushing my breasts out.

Cupid growls deep in the back of his throat, slipping down my body to his knees and kissing every inch of skin he can reach. His hot mouth latches onto one of my breasts, damn near swallowing the whole thing. His dark eyes stare up at me as his tongue swirls and flicks around my nipple, sucking and teasing it into a hard point and making my skin pebble with goosebumps. It’s heaven and hell all at once.

“Elio,” I whimper, using his real name to stress how badly I’m in need. “Please. I want to come.”

He releases my boob with a wet pop, nipping at my pebbled nipple before hooking my right knee over his shoulder, followed by the left one, and opening me wide to him.

Wrapping his hands around the tops of my thighs and using brute arm strength, he hoists me up the shower wall until his face is level with my sex. My skin makes a squelching sound along the wet tiles and I squeak with surprise from being suddenly hoisted in the air, but my worry quickly melts away into a breathy moan when his mouth devours my pussy. My hands grip into his hair and my thighs clench around his head, holding him in place while I rub frantically against his devilish tongue.

As he worshiped my breast, he does the same to my cunt. Using the broadside of his tongue, he swipes up to my clit, latching onto the tiny nub and suckling on it to stir my clit from its hood. The fast flick of his tongue in combination with the sucking pull of his mouth has my legs shaking around his head. The slurping sounds are not a result of the water raining down on us, but the wetness between my legs increasing with each pass of his tongue gliding over my sex.

With one hard pull of his mouth, I shatter around his face, crying out my release, my voice echoing around the bathroom. My body convulses against the wall and in his arms, his tongue carrying me through the aftershock of my orgasm.

Cupid gives me no reprieve before he unlatches my legs from around his head and has my feet back on the shower floor. He stands abruptly, holding me upright in his arms before he captures my lips with his in a messy, frenzied kiss. My arousal coats his tongue, intertwining with mine. His kiss is demanding, hungry for my submission and giving him what he wants most—my attention. I moan into his mouth, making him growl with appreciation low in his throat.