I jerked my head toward the tub. “The water will get cold.”
“We can refill it later.” He turned off the tap.
“And the full-body massage?” I teased.
“Later.” His voice was nothing more than a growl. I loved it.
***
Cole
This woman, damn! I couldn’t stop kissing her. She tasted delicious, but I wanted to taste more than her mouth. I wanted to lick every sweet spot of hers. She was a goddess, and I was going to worship her all night long.
I kissed her slowly. She rolled her hips right into me, moaning when she pressed herself against my erection. Groaning, I gripped her hips, keeping her in place. My exploration trip was going to be extremely short if she moved those hips any more. I moved to her breasts, exploring that upward curve before I pressed the flat of my tongue against her nipple. Gasping, she fisted my hair.
“Cole.”
I slid one hand right to her clit. She gasped again. Her legs shook slightly. Lowering myself on my knees, I nearly lost my mind when she placed one foot on the edge of the tub. I pressed my tongue right against her exposed flesh the next second. Laney moaned, gripping my hair. I moved my tongue lazily around her clit, and then kissed back up her body, sliding my fingers inside her before curling them.
She clenched around my fingers, and then she reached for my jeans, undid the button, and lowered not just the zipper, but my pants and boxers just past my ass.
My cock pressed against her belly. Just feeling her hot bare skin against my erection drove me insane.
“Condom,” she muttered. I picked one up from the drawer beside the sink. Laney ripped open the package, rolling it down on my cock.
“Fuck, this feels good.”
I was so hungry for her that I slid my hands under her ass, lifting her up. She braced her hands on my shoulders. I’d intended to take her to the bedroom, but I was too desperate to do anything more than close the bathroom door and prop Laney against it.
My cock was still between us. I pressed the length of it along her entrance, rubbing back and forth slowly. It was torture, but I liked watching her fall apart. Mouth open, head resting against the door, eyes closed.
Pulling back, I slid inside her.
“Oh, fuuuuck.” Pleasure so intense slammed into me that I bucked forward, resting my head in the crook of her neck. I drew in a deep breath but couldn’t recover. The way she clenched around me was just surreal.
I straightened up. “Are you okay?”
She nodded, eyes closed, digging her nails in my shoulders. I moved my hips back and forth, watching her expression change as pleasure overwhelmed her too.
“Cole. Cole!” she whispered.
I pressed my fingers on her ass cheeks, pressing them together. She tightened around me. I was barely hanging in there. The muscles in my thighs were burning, and I needed to move faster. I needed to be in even deeper. She kept undulating her hips, running her fingers down my shoulders and chest, driving me crazy.
This was a glorious feeling, her inner muscles squeezing me tight, her buttocks filling my hands. Perspiration gathered on her skin; her face was scrunched up in concentration. Pleasure shot through me like arrows, cutting my breath short, clouding my vision. It started at the base of my spine, slithering upward.
I leaned back a little so there was more space between us.
“Touch yourself,” I growled. “I want to see you. I want to feel you come around my cock.”
Laney gasped, and her body jerked violently. She blushed, bringing one hand between us. I was balls deep inside her, holding her against the door, but this command made her blush?
She was one of a kind.
She skimmed her fingers over her clit, and the jerking in her body intensified. She came almost immediately, squeezing so tight around me that my breathing stuttered.
“Fuck!” I exclaimed, feeling her come all around me. She cried out, still moving her hips, until I climaxed with a violent full-body jerk. Everything was burning: my lungs, my skin, my muscles.
I kept her ass away from the door, pounding inside her with all I had, chasing every last drop of release. And then I just stopped, resting my head in the crook of her neck, basking in this aftereffect of the orgasm.