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“I was dreaming, something really bizarre, and my mouth feels like cotton,” I say, looking longingly at the glass of water sitting on the nightstand next to the king-size bed. The clock on the nightstand registers two a.m. “Where are we?” I ask, confused.
Jay reaches for the glass and positions the straw between my lips.
“Small, easy sips, I don’t want you to get sick, Angel. I’ll explain everything later,” he says.
I nod my affirmation and take a small, tentative sip as he holds the lime-green straw to my lips. I intend to do as he says, but find myself inhaling more and more of the clear fresh water, gulp after gulp until he pulls it away from me and levels me with those hazel eyes of his.
Jay lifts an eyebrow. “What wasn’t clear, Angel?”
I slow, and although I would love nothing better than to devour the entire glass of water in one swallow, he’s right, and I have no desire to be sick. “I feel like I’ve been sleeping for hours,” I say.
He smiles. “Come on, let’s get you into the shower,” Jay says, helping me up.
“I need to brush my teeth,” I say as we reach the bathroom. Jay pulls open a cabinet and rummages around before finding a toothbrush. “Medium bristles, go easy. I picked up the wrong kind last time,” he says.
I smile as he opens the packaging and hands me a silvery gray toothbrush to use. When I’m done, my tongue runs over the smoothness of my teeth, and I grin. How can something so basic feel so good?
“You finished, Angel?” Jay says, whispering right above my ear while moving my hair to the side and exposing my nape to his gaze and touch. His fingers glide along my neck, and I watch in the mirror as his tongue slides along its length and settles in the curve between my neck and shoulder. I hear myself moan with pleasure as he sucks the sensitive skin.
“That’s right, Angel, let me hear what you like,” Jay says, slipping his hands under the edge of my shirt and lifting, denying me the warmth of his mouth on my neck for just a brief moment while sliding it over my head.
His hands cup my breasts, letting his fingertips caress the nipples that are already extended with longing while he returns to feasting on my shoulder, neck, and ear. I moan as his tongue touches the inside of the sensitive shell and his arm around my waist pulls me so close that I can feel his hard cock pressing against my bottom. He slips his fingers under my panties, sliding them over my hips, and lets them drop to the floor.
He turns me to face him, and the darkness of the desire in his hazel eyes matches my own need before he takes me by the nape and pulls me to his body. His lips descend, and my lips soften, opening for him as his tongue reaches mine with a hunger that leaves me breathless and reaching up to wrap my hands around his neck.
He groans and guides me toward the shower, never taking his lips from mine until we reach the walk-in stone shower. He releases me briefly, letting go of my nape, and his hand leaves the small of my back. I miss the feel but wait until he has turned on the water, and only then does he take my hand and place it under the rain of the water.
“How’s the temperature?” Jay asks.
“Good. It’s just right.”
“Get under the spray and wait for me, Angel,” he says, bending down to unlace his boots. He toes them off but doesn’t take his eyes from me as he lifts the white t-shirt that’s glued to his rigid muscles. My core clenches as he exposes his rock hard abs and chest. The physical attraction to this man sends an electric charge through my body and creates hot wetness between my legs.
I follow the lines of his six-pack and realize I’m holding my breath as he undoes the button of his jeans, slides the zipper down, and makes short work of the rest of his clothes before stalking toward me, all male, long, thick, and fully erect and so hot that I can barely breathe.
He pulls me toward him, capturing my lips again, claiming them so hard that I’m sure to have bruises. He guides me under the warmth of the water as he releases me from his kiss, allowing the water to soak my hair.
“I’m going to wash you from head to toe, Angel,” Jay says, pulling me close. I can feel the strength of his cock pressing against me and the bristly hairs of his body along the tops of my shoulders as he shampoos my hair. His fingers are strong but somehow gentle as they massage my scalp and neck. I lean into his touch and moan with pleasure as his fingers press against the knotted muscles of my neck before rinsing my hair, applying a conditioner and washing it out under the cascading warmth of the water.
He turns me around to face him and kisses my upturned lips before moving down to my neck, licking and sucking as he goes. When he reaches my nipples, they are already aching to feel his touch and Jay envelopes first one and then the other with the velvety warmth of his tongue. As he moves lower, trailing kisses along my belly, I feel my core tightening with longing and reach for him, but he doesn’t allow it, grasping my wrists with his hand. “Reach for the showerhead and keep your hands there,” Jay instructs, and I do exactly what he asks.
“Good girl,” he says, sliding his silky tongue into my navel, caressing me until I am squirming with desire.
He looks up at me with those deep hazel eyes, watching me intently as his mouth descends and the warmth of his tongue glides over my bare mound, circling, teasing me. I try to push forward, but he doesn’t allow that either, holding my hips firm as he runs the length of that wicked tongue from my entrance up to my clit and when I feel his touch there, on the most sensitive part of my body, I hear myself moaning with uncontrolled pleasure.
“That’s right, Angel, I want you to tell me what you like,” he says, running his tongue over that sensitive spot and through my folds. My body is building, climbing, and won’t stop. The strength of his hands around my hips holds me still, allowing no escape. His tongue continues to tease me, bringing me right there before moving off the mark and denying me, and then right to the edge with the promise of bringing me over again and again.
When I think I can’t take it anymore, he captures my clit with his mouth and sucks hard, pinching my nipples between his thumb and forefinger at the same time. The intensity of the feelings, pleasure colliding with pain, push me over the edge and I repeat his name, over and over as he rips the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had from my body. I sag against the stone wall attempting to pull my legs together as the ripples subside but he shakes his head, looking up at me with those darkened hazel eyes.
“Angel, we’re not done, yet. I want to taste every bit of sweetness from your body. It’s mine,” Jay says, holding my thighs apart, and he dips his tongue into my overly sensitive entrance.
The feeling is so good, and I want to reciprocate. My hands slide down the wall, intending to wrap around Jay’s muscled neck, but he stops their journey.
His eyes capture mine dancing with wickedness as he removes his tongue, leaving me bereft of his touch. “You were supposed to keep your hands on the showerhead. Bad girls get their little pussies spanked,” Jay says, bringing his flat and heavy hand down hard across my wet and bare mound.
I gasp as the sensation goes right to my clit, making it throb with desire. I feel myself lean into Jay’s hand as it reigns down on me two more times in quick succession. My sex tightens, wet with need and heated passion and my hips push out for more of their own accord.
He smiles widely. “I think you like that too much for it to be used as a punishment going forward. Hands back up on the shower,” Jay says, and uses his tongue to dip into my center and then slowly strokes all the way up to my clit, holding my eyes with his the entire time. He continues to caress, the warmth of his tongue teasing, building the waves of desire again until he rips another orgasm so powerful from me that it causes me to scream his name over and over as the uncontrollable waves hit me time and time again.
