Looking up at the night sky—not nearly as clear as it had been in Jamaica—I breathed in.
The darkness soothed me, and I realized what had caused my discomfort. The harsh lighting in his kitchen. I’d been in the kitchen with my father when he’d first tried…
I shook my head to clear it. Now was not the time to go there. But at least I knew why I’d been uncomfortable.
I timidly moved my hand onto his thigh. It was soft and smooth in the warm water. And it felt good. So good beneath my fingers.
He didn’t reach to touch me, and after a few minutes it became clear that I’d be setting the pace tonight. As freaked out as I’d been, I’d probably freaked him out just as much.
I smoothed my hand up and down his thigh, enjoying the feel of his slick skin.
And then, I went all in.
As I smoothed my hand from his knee upward, I grabbed hold of his cock.
He groaned.
And his hardness grew thicker in my hand.
I did this to him.
I did this to Ryan Steel.
I still couldn’t quite wrap my mind around that truth.
Slowly, with the warm water a gentle lubricant, I pumped him with my fist.
He lay back, closing his eyes. “Good, baby.”
My nipples tightened up as my breasts bobbed on the surface of the water.
I was turning him on.
And that was turning me on.
I threw out all my inhibitions and let them float upward on the rising steam. I let go of his cock and climbed atop him, positioning my pussy entrance right at the large head.
“Baby…”
“Shh,” I said and slid down upon his erection.
It was tight. So tight, but I felt only the stretching and no pain this time.
“God,” he gritted out, as I seated him to the hilt within me.
So full, so very full.
“Show me,” I said. “Show me what to do.”
He cupped my cheeks and stared into my eyes—his own dark as night. “Do what feels good, baby.”
An urge swept through me. To pull myself off him and then plunge back down.
So I did that, and my clit rubbed against his rough pubic hair.
And skyrockets erupted.
So quickly. How could I be climaxing so quickly?