“Can you—” She stopped to breathe. “Can you fuck me?”
His grin made the breath she’d just caught hitch again. “I’d be happy to. Later. No condoms in here. Forgot them on my way in and can’t leave you now.”
Her belly warmed. It was probably a line, just typical guy stuff, but it made her feel…nice. Surprisingly, he did pretty well at verbal cuddling.
“Excellent point.” She wet her lips and curled her hand around his cock. “I’ll give you a blowjob instead. If you want.”
It wasn’t the most seductively phrased suggestion ever but he didn’t seem to mind. He also didn’t hesitate to nudge her down in front of him, the subtle command in his touch more exciting than she’d have guessed. She’d played the submissive way too often in her life to think she’d like doing it in bed too. Or the shower. But maybe she hadn’t experienced enough to know what she liked.
Damn good thing she’d embarked on a mission to find out.
He released a long groan when she drew him into her mouth, rolling her tongue over his stiff length until his thigh tensed under her hand. She sucked him gently at first, gaining speed and boldness from his quick pants. He clearly liked how she handled him. How she licked and nuzzled and sipped from the tiny slit that bore the proof of his desire for her.
Glimpsing the dark sac that hung between his legs, she tongued his cock head while she fought with her own impulses. Would he like it if she tasted him there too? She’d never done that before but she was really tempted. Just in case she went back to her typically ho-hum sex life, it seemed prudent to satisfy as many curiosities as she could tonight.
Besides, picturing licking him there seemed so sexy and dirty, so not like Karyn Colette Allison, she wanted to do it just on principle.
Her clit pulsed and she pressed her thighs together. Having him invade her this way turned her on big-time. His heady scent—damp, soapy, male—and his grunts increased her arousal, making her rhythmic squeezes a pathetic substitute for the thick cock in her mouth.
Now in her throat, thrusting deeper. Bumping her teeth, stretching her cheeks. She moaned around him and the vibration had Jeff closing his eyes, dropping his head back, his abdomen clenching so that she could see individual muscles in his stomach quivering as he restrained himself. She sensed his internal war with every stroke.
But she didn’t want him to hold back. She wanted him to lose himself inside her, to feel as driven by lust as she did.
So she’d have to take him there.
She slid his cock out and leaned forward to nip his clenched thigh, drawing in more of his potent scent. That primal aroma contrasted so sharply with the crayons, water paints and chalk she smelled every day that she couldn’t seem to breathe enough in. She feathered her fingertips over his balls, delighting in his hiss of pleasure as she licked the soft, hair-roughened skin. He tasted good here too. Deliciously earthy. Somehow…raw. Vulnerable.
He yanked her up before she could explore as fully as she wanted, cupping her face in his hands while he slanted his mouth over hers. She swallowed his need with every slide of his tongue and reveled in his sensuous growl when he parted her thighs and found her slippery and slick. He didn’t waste time with additional foreplay, just sank his fingers deep.
Moaning, she dropped her head to the tile wall and willingly turned her body over to him. She no longer possessed the faculties to claim it as her own.
She gasped at his intrusion even as she rocked against him to take more. In embarrassingly little time, her inner walls tightened and her release trickled into his pumping hand. He held her up, supporting her with one arm around her back and his mouth feeding her the breaths she was too spent to take herself.
“You’re so responsive,” he said, moving back just far enough to suck in some air. “I bet I could make you come just from doing this.” He withdrew his fingers and slid them along her seam, pulling a shudder from her as one digit darted between her lips to flick her clit. “A couple strokes and that’s all it takes.”
“Not usually. Trust me.”
“You’re still gasping.” He nibbled her jaw. “Gonna need an oxygen tank soon.”
“Go ahead. Enjoy your swell of manly pride in making the poor little neglected schoolteacher come. Just…” She trailed off as he pressed harder and the first tingles reignited in her core. “God, do it again.”
“Poor? Little? Neglected?” Jeff nipped her chin, harder than she expected. “You’re not poor. Not little.” He grabbed her ass and squeezed. “You’re built exactly the way a woman should be. And if you’ve been neglected—”
“It’s my own fault.”
“No, it’s because you married a fucking dickhead.”
Karyn laughed, throwing her head back so hard against the tiles that she really did see stars. Even the pain thudding at the base of her skull couldn’t distract her from the sparks swirling to life in her lower belly. Heat coiled and spread and she thrust her hips out shamelessly, offering more of her pussy to his wandering hand.
And he took. Oh, sweet heaven, he took.
She cried out as another orgasm took hold, spinning through her and taking the last of her mental clarity with it. When she slumped against his shoulder, he murmured into her ear. “See? Multiples are easy.”
Before she could respond, he reached around her and turned on the shower. The water spurted over them, taking a moment as always to settle into a flow. By t
hen he was soaping her hair.
“Uh, Jeff, I have shampoo,” she said, lifting her voice above the water.