He watched her come with a low grunt. Her eyes gripped tight. Her flesh glowing. After the tremors subsided and she lay panting against the gray tile he returned the showerhead to the hook and turned off the water.
When he turned to face her she greeted him with smoldering eyes. They burned with need, letting him know that she was nowhere near done with their encounter. That suited him just fine. He held out his hand and guided her out of the shower.
He took the towel from the toilet seat and bent in front of her. He patted the white fluffy terrycloth over her skin, soaking up the water on her legs. When he reached her middle she let out a soft breath.
“Rob? I want you inside me.”
“Condoms?” He hoped like hell she was prepared. She was the one with the fantasy after all.
“I don’t have any. Do you?”
“No.” He looked around. “Aleks lived down here. There has to be condoms somewhere.” He jumped up. “You check the end tables. I’ll check in here.”
Chapter 6
Martina rushed toward the bed, securing the towel around her body. While she searched the night tables she heard Rob shuffling through the cupboards, boxes crashing to the floor.
Both night tables were empty so as a last-ditch effort she checked under the bed. Hidden in the upper corner she found a plain brown shoe box. She slid it out.
“Damn!” The curse came from the bathroom. “I can’t find any in here.”
She opened the box, and her breath caught at the sight of the contents. There was an egg vibe, multiple bottles of lubricant, a blue rubber dildo and still in the packaging a slim, pink vibrator. No condoms.
“Uh, Rob?”
“Did you find any?” He rushed out of the bathroom.
She smiled at the large, hulking body in the doorway, frantic and eager to put his straining cock to good use. “No condoms but I did find…” How did she say she found a box full of sex toys?
“What?” He approached the bed and peeked in the box. “Oh! Looks like Aleks forgot to bring one of his boxes home.”
“There aren’t any condoms.”
“That’s okay.” He reached in and grabbed the pink vibrator.
“What are you doing?”
“Finders keepers.” He ripped open the package. Her mouth salivated at the sight of his flexing biceps and the tautness of his skin as tiny droplets of water glistened on the surface. “Would you rather play with used ones? God knows where they’ve been.”
He had a good point. “What about you?”
“I told you not to worry.” He leaned in and kissed her lightly, sweetly. “Let’s just say you owe me.”
“I can live with that.”
He cupped her cheek with his warm hand. “Lie down.”
Martina fixed the pillows at the head of the bed and lay down, her legs spread wide in anticipation. Modesty had hurled itself out the window long ago.
He waved a brand new package of batteries in the air. “I love it when batteries are included.” He fumbled trying to insert the black and gold cylinders into the appropriate slots. With every slip of his fingers she grew more frantic. When the vibe was finally ready for action he kneeled between her legs. “I’ve never done this before. Have you?”
She shook her head. Vibrators were strictly a solo experience, but the thought of Rob directing the device–the thought of him being responsible for its actions–there was an element of the unknown and it made it all that more erotic.
When he turned it on, the sound hummed through her body. Her pussy ached to be filled and if it couldn’t be filled by Rob’s long, pink cock then a long, pink vibrator would have to do.
He trailed the tip up her leg to the inside of her thigh then moved to her hand that lay palm up on the bed. He traced small circles that got bigger as he drew them up her arm to her shoulder and along her collarbone. She grabbed the top of the towel and separated the ends, exposing her body.
Staring down she caught sight of his stiff erection and the pearl-size drop of pre-cum that sat on its tip. She licked her lips in appreciation. Desperation hung heavy in the air at her overwhelming need to sheathe him with her mouth.