One of his hands spreads across my lower back and the other rakes into my hair as his lips claim mine, leisurely tasting, slanting over my mouth again and again. I moan into his mouth in encouragement. He cradles one of my breasts and with a thumb traverses the areola. I lean into his touch, and he dips to lick my nipple.
My head drops back. A trembling sigh escapes me as he cups the mound of my pussy. He gives my nipple a pinch with his teeth, then returns to kissing my mouth. As his tongue breaches my lips, his fingers slide into me, wet and effortless.
“The verdict is in,” I manage through kisses. “It’s a major yes. Do you have condoms?”
“Mmm-hmm.” He steers me under the shower spray and combs both hands into my hair.
I’m all but boneless in his clutches, murmuring approval as he lathers his hands and proceeds to deliver a scalp massage so luscious, it bodes damned well for what he might accomplish below my waist.
As he rinses the suds from my head and they coast down my body, he teases his slippery hands everywhere, following the snaking white paths of foam. Gathering my hair, he wrings the water from it, then wraps me in a towel and picks me up bride-style, carrying me to the double sinks.
I twist to look at our reflection in the mirror, and my breath catches.
He’s so handsome, and I look natural in his arms—it’s hard to believe we’re strangers…
Setting me on the counter, he opens a leather shaving case. Sureenough, there’s the bottle of Neroli Portofino. He draws a string of three condoms out and tears one off.
I wrap my hand around him, and he sucks in a gasp through his teeth. His long-lashed, smoky eyes drop closed above those perfect cheekbones. In the light over the sink, I can see him vividly—the laugh lines flanking his eyes are beautiful.
I stroke him and draw the condom from his fingers, ripping it open with my teeth and rolling it on before pulling him to kiss me.
“Right here,” I whisper. “I can’t wait.”
He gives my lower lip a bite. “I have to taste you first.”
He opens the towel and pulls me to the edge, then kneels. Caressing my legs, he parts them and sets them over his shoulders, kissing a trail up to the juncture of my thighs. I grip the edge of the counter with one hand and comb my fingers into his thick, soft waves.
His tongue glides and gently probes. Parting me with his thumbs, he licks in slow sweeps. I push against him, and he draws my clit between his lips, sucking lightly. His long, skilled fingers slide into me again. My hands tense on the counter—my breath coming in gasps, whispering encouragement—as he intuitively finds the gentle, patient rhythm I need.
“Please don’t stop…exactlythatohmygod…”
In another minute, the rush of climax chases and overtakes me, wringing out a breathy moan as a shiver snakes through me. When he stands and kisses me, I taste myself on his lips. Golden afterglow dances down my legs.
He’s poised at the gate, and the muscles inside me beckon. I wrap my legs around his waist. He breaches me in a gorgeous thrust, then pauses to watch my eyes as I get used to his girth. A wicked smile dances across his expression.
“Are you going to come for me again, kleine Hexe?” He slides his hips side to side, grinding the wetness between us. “A quiet girl,” he teases between kisses. “Do you live someplace with thin walls?”
He draws back fully and thrusts into me deep. My fingernails jab the muscles flanking his spine.
“You say you’re not shy, but”—another deep thrust—“such restraint when pleasure takes you. Are you such a proper girl that you won’t scream?” He rocks into me steadily, defining the perfect angle with every luscious thrust. “Are you quiet when you touch yourself, biting your lip in silence when you come on those pretty fingers?”
I’m half delirious with arousal, eyes closed tight. “Yes… yes, I do…”
“You won’t let them make you scream—those boys who don’t deserve you. A peach with a stone inside no man will crack.”
My eyes fly open, and his look is a bold smirk. He’s in my head as deep as the rest of me, and it makes my heart hammer in more ways than one. He lifts me and strides through the bathroom doorway, setting me on the high bed. Still inside me, he positions his legs outside mine, then begins to move again. A helpless whimper rises from me. The spiral of climax is winding tight again, and I follow it. The way my trapped legs are clamped around his cock is like nothing I’ve ever felt.
“Tha-that’s… o-oh God…” I falter, my breath catching.
“Yes?” He kisses my lips with surprising tenderness, and it sends a shiver through me.
“It’s amazing—oh God,more…”
He kisses me harder; I suspect he’s close too. I moan into his mouth, commanded by his body, restrained by his muscular thighsas the tide nears. His big hands cradle my head, fingers entwined in my hair while his hips arc him into me.
“Scream if you want to,” he murmurs near my ear. “No need to drown your fire.”
“Oh God, I can’t…” My hand drifts up, ready to cover my cries as the window of climax opens a crack and a glittering white rush begins to pour in.
