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Troy worked the wet shirt slowly up my body, exposing my cold skin, and he dipped his head, planting kisses. His lips were scalding hot, and he left a trail of fire in his wake as he got rid of the wet T-shirt that clung to my body.
He dropped it on the floor with a wet plop and dove back in, kissing me again. His hands found my breasts, and he kneaded and massaged them. He tweaked my erect nipples through the sheer fabric of my bra. His attention was almost directly on my skin, sending a direct line of pure lust to my pussy as he worshipped my breasts.
The more he touched me, tasted me, the more I wanted him.
I tugged up his shirt, eager to get rid of it, too. It was hard work getting him out of the wet T-shirt material, and he had to wriggle to help me, but his shirt joined mine on the floor.
Troy spun me around so that my back was against the cold tiles. I gasped, but he kissed me once, swallowing my gasp, before he moved down my neck and worked his way down onto my chest, making me forget about everything else. His large hands wrapped around my ribs, and his stubble scraped against the delicate skin on my breasts.
When he tugged down one cup, he sucked an erect nipple into his mouth, and I sucked in a breath, moaning as I let it out through my nose.
Troy muttered something I couldn’t hear against my breast and sucked harder on the nipple.
I gasped, my breath catching in my throat. Troy moved from one nipple to the other, both bra cups now under my breasts. I arched my back and undid the clasp to get rid of the damn thing—it was just in the way.
Troy cupped my breasts and squeezed them, tweaking whichever nipple he wasn’t sucking on and alternated between them until I was reduced to a puddle of pure need. I was so wet for him, and I wanted him inside of me. I wanted more of the pleasure, I wanted a release.
As if Troy could read my mind, he moved down my abdomen. He planted hot kisses on my ribs, my stomach, his hands wrapped around my waist. He kneeled before me and peeled down my leggings. I helped him get them down by scissoring my legs, allowing him to slide them off. I stepped out of them, and he tossed them to the side. We were working on a pile of wet clothes, and I wanted his pants and my underwear to join it, too.
Troy spread my thighs with his hands, and I lifted one leg, balancing it on the edge of the bath to allow him the room he needed. When he closed his mouth over my pussy, I mewled, letting out a long, slow moan when he slid his tongue from my entrance to my clit.
Everything about this moment was perfect… and perfectly surreal.
When Troy flicked his tongue over my clit, I quivered. I bit my lip, trying to hold back the sounds that escaped my mouth. I didn’t want to be too loud and wake up the kids.
I let go and lost myself in the pleasure as he licked and sucked on my clit. My mewls turned into whimpers, and I pushed my hand into his dark hair.
When he glanced up at me, his eyes were the color of mercury, the hunger in them reflecting my own, and holyshit,it had to be the hottest view I’d had in a long, long time. A face like his from between my legs… it was the stuff of a wet dream.
Slowly, as Troy continued his onslaught on my clit, I crept closer to an orgasm. I closed my eyes and let the feel of his hot tongue on me sweep me away.
I balanced on the edge, teetering between pleasure and oblivion for a moment, and I moaned softly in complaint. I ached for a release, and Troy was keeping me there, pure,delicioustorture.
When he moved his hand and slid two fingers into me, I cried out. I swallowed my cries, shivering and trembling with desire. Troy pumped his fingers in and out of me and kicked into a new gear on my clit, licking me as if there was no tomorrow. Still, he kept me on the edge.
“Troy,please,” I begged.
He chuckled against my pussy and moved his fingers while he maintained the same rhythm with his mouth. The pleasure that had threatened to engulf me erupted at my core and washed over me. I moaned, trying my best to keep quiet as the orgasm crashed into me like waves on the sand.
The orgasm was intense and incredible, and I came apart at the seams as Troy held me between his mouth and his hand.
I curled my fingers around his hair, tightening my grip, and he groaned, and the sensation of his deep voice against my pussy only intensified the orgasm that much more so that it took my breath away.
When I came down from my sexual high, I breathed hard and sagged against the wall. It was getting harder and harder to hold myself up; my legs turned into jelly.
Troy let go of me, and when he glanced up at me, his eyes held mischief and hunger in equal measure.
“My turn,” I said.
“Oh, no,” Troy said. “I want to please you.”
“You did,” I said in a hoarse voice. I held out my hand, and when Troy took it, I pulled him up. I kissed him and tasted myself on his lips. Our tongues sparred with each other, and I fiddled with his button, peeling his jeans down his ass. It was hard, the jeans wet, and his clammy skin sticky, but I didn’t need them to go down all the way. I pulled his cock free, and he sucked a breath through his teeth when I wrapped my fingers around his shaft. His cock was searing hot like a branding iron and thick in my hand.
So many women always said it was about size, but that wasn’t true. It was about girth, too, and Troy had everything he needed to be more than well-endowed.
I kissed Troy while I pumped my hand up and down his shaft. He responded with grunts and low moans, his breath coming in ragged gasps as we kissed.
I broke the kiss, putting my free hand on his cheek before I worked my way down his body; I planted a kiss or two on his perfectly chiseled abdomen.
