She rocks into my touch, her cheeks flushing pink, and the sign of her so turned on washes through me like an aphrodisiac.
‘That’s a dirty trick,’ she pants, but she doesn’t stop rocking and I don’t stop circling.
‘I like to play dirty.’
I lean forward to nip the delicate skin of her throat, feeling the tension slip from her body, feeling her clit swell beneath my touch. I know I have her.
‘Will you stay?’ I ask.
‘Yes, Cain...yes.’
She hangs her arms around my shoulders, rides my fingers like I’m her everything—and, my God, how I want to be. It’s a terrifying realisation but I can’t shift it. The need for her to be mine, for us to be together again—it’s all I can care about, all I can think about in this second.
‘You’ll stay?’
She grinds down on my cock and stares at me in determination. ‘Yes.’
‘Good.’
I claim her mouth with mine, sup from her as she rocks and explodes against me. Her abandon pushes me ever closer to my own release. And then she’s turning into me, her body still quaking, and I think she’s about to settle down, rest her head into the curve of my neck. But instead her teeth scrape at my earlobe, her lips lift to my ear.
‘My turn.’
I shiver as the words send her breath rippling down my ear canal. Never have two words sounded more sexual, more filled with promise.
‘Up,’ she commands, coming to her feet with a certainty that has me surprised as much as turned on.
I rise up with a lopsided grin.
‘Now, sit.’
Sit? I raise my brow at her bossy demeanour—but, hell, I’m loving it, and my cock is standing proud and waiting.
‘Happy?’ I say as I sit back on the cushioned edge of the spa.
‘Like I said,’ she practically purrs, ‘it’s most definitely my turn.’
And then she’s sinking to her knees in the water, the steam rising around her. The cold night air wraps around me from the knees up, but I don’t feel it. I’m only concerned with her hands wrapping around my cock, her grip tight, her eyes locking with mine.
‘Do you taste the same?’ she murmurs around my tip, her lips brushing against the head.
I grip the edge either side of me as I drag in a breath. ‘You’ll have to tell me.’
I’m rewarded with a smile, and then she’s sinking me inside her mouth, her blushing pink lips wrapping around me and taking me so far in I’m shaking with the effort to restrain. But I need to hold out.
I’m not fighting it to be a man, to delay my own satisfaction. I’m fighting it to show her. I don’t want to be that weak. I don’t want her to control me so easily. But, hell, I wish to God someone would tell my body that. Because she’s sucking me back so hard, her tongue caressing me, her lips playing with my tip as she stares up at me.
Oh, God.
‘Nice?’
Did she really just ask me that?
Then she licks at the slit, at the pre-cum forming there, and I grasp at her hair, my words choked. ‘You have no idea...’
She laughs, her tongue flicking out to repeat the move. Jesus, she has me so easily.
And then she takes me in deep, her mouth wrapped around me, her suck so powerful I see stars. My fingers in her hair claw more than I want them to but, hell, she’s making me tremble, and my release is so close...