“We don’t have museums anymore.”
“If we did,” she amended. Giving this further thought, she shook her head and said, “No. This incredible stature is not meant to be molded and ogled in stone form.” Her soapy hands slid over the corrugated grooves of his stomach and she sighed. “It’s meant to be worshipped in person.”
“Don’t worship,” he said in a rumbling voice. “Just touch.”
She smiled at him. “I am touching.”
Her hands glided up to his broad shoulders, then down his rock-hard biceps. When he reached for her, pulling her into a strong embrace, her palms slid around to his muscular back. Her breasts nestled below the ledge of his defined pecs, and her nipples tingled as his velvety skin teased the sensitive points.
His head lowered and he whispered in her ear, “I want you in ways you might not even know of.” A prickle along her clit made her squirm in his arms. Her belly rubbed against his erection and he groaned. “Do you want me?”
“Yes.” She didn’t have to think twice about it. She might not possess his sexual prowess or know exactly the ways in which he wanted to take her, but she didn’t care. She’d easily and willingly give herself up to his every desire. But she also had cravings of her own. “Davian,” she murmured. “I want to give you pleasure.”
His
arms tightened around her. “You do, Jade. More than you can possibly know.”
“No.” She shifted in his embrace, forcing him to release her. The water washed away the suds, leaving a clean stream to cascade over his chiseled torso and legs. She sank to her knees before him, marveling at his long, thick cock.
“Jade.” His tone held a hint of urgency and a contradictory note of protest.
Her fingers skimmed over the slick flesh covering his steel rod and his hips jerked in response.
She told him, “I want you in ways I’ve never given much thought to. To touch you…taste you…” She licked her lips. “I want to know all of you.”
With that, her fingers wrapped gingerly around his base and her lips slid slowly along his heated skin until she reached the tip, where she teased the groove beneath his head with her tongue before flicking it over the slight indentation above.
He let out a primal growl. Her mouth closed over him and his fingers raked through her hair, pushing the strands away from her face.
“Jade,” he repeated, sexual tension exuding from him. “Careful.”
She didn’t want to be careful when it came to this. Instinctively, she knew when to be cautious and tentative. She also knew when to step beyond her boundaries. This was certainly one of those times.
As she took Davian deep into her mouth and he muttered something incoherent, she felt a surge of feminine power she’d never experienced before, combined with a bond that was obviously intangible by nature, but which ribboned around her heart nonetheless.
Her inner walls contracted involuntarily, seeking the fulfillment she knew only he could give her. Yet her sole attention remained on Davian—too delicious a treat to pass up.
He held her drenched strands of hair off her shoulders and the gentle flow of water from the rectangular showerhead caressed her skin, running along her neck and over her breasts. The scintillating sensations tempted her to ease a hand between her parted legs and work the knot of nerves that pulsed erratically as excitement coursed through her. But she resisted, retaining her focus on Davian.
She licked him again, and his hips jerked. She lightly massaged his balls with one hand, not sure of the appropriate pressure to apply. Apparently, she hit the right degree, because he hissed out a breath and his fingers gripped her strands of hair a bit tighter.
When she covered his head with her mouth again, he quietly demanded, “Suck me hard.”
She did. His sounds of satisfaction made her pussy throb. She worked him with her tongue and her lips, driven by how he responded to her and how intensely she enjoyed the feel of him in her mouth and the reaction she evoked.
“That’s enough.”
She would have begged to differ, but her mouth was full. The suctioning action she’d picked up rather quickly served her well, if the sudden trembling of his legs was any indication.
“I’m going to come.” He said the words in warning.
Having read a few steamy romance novels herself, from a time before hers, Jade had a very good idea of what to expect. And she didn’t back down.
“Sweetheart.” The term of endearment from this man rocked her to the core.
She sucked him harder, worked him a bit faster, until his body tensed. Her own excitement escalated as she felt him reach the pinnacle.
“Fuck…” His hips bucked and she prepared herself for his explosive release. “Jade!”