I couldn’t breathe for all that beauty.
She opened her eyes and caught me staring. She smiled—the smile I had been waiting for, the smile that meant I was worthwhile.
“It’s cold out of the water,” she said. “Come here.”
I came.
I knelt.
Her green eyes glowed as she looked down at me. Fuck, she was beautiful. “I really love seeing you on your knees,” she murmured.
“Good,” I said. “Because I don’t want to be anywhere else.”
I wrapped my hands around the backs of her thighs. “Open your legs, princess. Let me eat you.”
She widened her stance, bracing her feet against the sides of the tub. I pressed my face between her legs and nuzzled against her sweetness. A low groan rumbled out of me as I slid my tongue between her lips. Warm. Swollen. Fucking delicious.
“Oh, god, Steven.” Her head tipped back on a moan. Water splattered her face. “Oh,god.”
I buried my tongue deep inside her cunt and inhaled the scent of her. Her pussy muscles clenched around my tongue like a heartbeat. My dick pulsed and leaked in response. I needed to get her there before I fucking exploded.
Her hands tangled in my hair. “Yes, yes,” she chanted. Thank god she was close.
I laved the bud of her clit with the tip of my tongue and her hips surged forward, her cries muffled by the running water. Her legs trembled against my cheeks. And then I sucked hard, remembering how it sent her over the goddamn edge last time, and am rewarded with a gush of wetness on my tongue.
Chloe slapped one hand to the wall, her other to the glass door, and rolled her hips to my mouth, her pussy convulsing around my tongue as she came.
I kept at her until the last tremor subsided and then pressed a kiss to each shaking thigh.
“Steven.” She said my name like a prayer. “Fuck me.” She saidthatlike a goddamn queen.
I pushed to my feet and joined her under the hot spray. Water pelted our bodies as she melted into my arms. Soft and sweet and all mine. The swell of her belly bumped against my abdomen and my heart nearly exploded from my chest. I kissed her, knowing she could taste herself on my lips, and cupped a heavy breast in my palm. She moaned when my thumb grazed over her nipple.
“Still a good sensitive?” I asked against her mouth.
“Verygood sensitive,” she breathed back.
I did it again. Her mouth moved to nip my Adam’s apple.
“Fuck me,” she said again, this time more plea than command.
I said a silent prayer of thanks for the anti-slip patches on the bottom of the bathtub and turned her carefully to face the wall. The curve of her ass bumped against my already achingdick, and I sent another prayer heavenward, this time for help holding my shit together.
Leaning over her body, my mouth on her earlobe, I growled, “Hands on the wall, princess.”
“Yes,” she hissed. She slapped her hands to the wall, fingertips finding the coarse grout between the tiles for extra leverage.
“I won’t let you slip,” I promised. “I’ve got you.”
She looked at me over her shoulder, her pretty eyes full of fire and trust. “I know.”
Her words were a balm to my self-inflicted wound. I couldn’t stop touching her, running my hands down the muscles on either side of her spine, molding the shape of her hips, sliding forward to gently hold the curve of her belly. A fucking miracle, every inch of her.
Water beat down on us as I took my cock in hand and guided it down the crack of her ass and then lower to her entrance. She mewled softly as I played with her there, dragging my cock through her wetness and teasing her clit.
And then I couldn’t stand it a second longer. I gripped her hips and thrust into her. She was soaked, and I slid right inside like we were made for each other.
“Tell me if anything hurts,” I panted. “If I go too hard or too fast or?—”
