Was it his imagination or had her bedroom door been left ajar? He walked over and pushed it gently, causing it to open wider. He had rules about entering a woman’s bedroom. Never go in unless he was clearly invited. But looking at the floor, it was as though she’d left bread crumbs to lure him in. First her shirt and not far off, her jeans. Outside the bathroom door was a pair of red panties and hanging on the open bathroom doorknob was the matching red bra.
Gia, you are driving me crazy.Even though the invitation seemed obvious, he stopped at the bathroom door and knocked. She was already in the hot steaming shower when he heard her answer.
“There’s room for two.”
Roger quickly removed his clothes, opened the glass door, and stepped in behind her. Damn she’s beautiful. Gia wasn’t like those plastic women. She was curvy in all the right places. Stepping closer, he reached around her and grabbed the foamy sponge from her.
“Allow me,” he said.
His hands glided over her as he washed her back, then dropped down to his knee and washed her legs as well as her sweet round ass and hips as he made his way back up. Then he reach around her again, his body now pressed against her backside, as he washed her front. The sponge dropped as his hands came up over her breasts. He didn’t need it. His fingers gently rolled her taut nipples and she leaned into him. The water quickly washed away the soap. She turned toward him, and Roger bent his head and kissed her gently. It wasn’t long before his lips found their way across her jaw, down her neck, and over her collarbone. He moaned against her. “Gia, I want to make love to you.”
“Roger, I want you to,” she moaned as he claimed her lips again. Slipping his hands around her bare back, he felt her quiver at his touch. He brought his hands down, cupped her ass, and lifted her high into his arms. Her legs wrapped around him, and he could feel her womanly flesh pressed against his abdomen. His cock was hard and throbbing, but he refused to give into his own needs. Gia wanted a night she’d never forget, and he was going to give her one. Give us both one.
“I want to feel your hands on me,” Gia said breathlessly.
“What about my hands and my tongue?” He lifted her high into his arms and flicked one nipple with his tongue.
She arched her back and said, “I want it . . . all.”
As he sucked her nipple, he mumbled, “You’ll have all of me . . . in time.”
Once his lips came in contact with her nipple, he felt her body quiver in unison with his.
“Roger.” Her voice trembled with need. He ignored her pleas and continued to flick with his tongue and nip with his teeth. “Roger,” she pleaded again, her voice barely a whisper now.
Oh, God, I can’t wait. I want her now.His own desire was building quickly, almost uncontrollably. Forcing himself to think only of her, he reached behind her and shut off the water. Then he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed.
Gia tugged at him trying to pull him down to her. “Roger, I want you so much it . . . almost hurts.”
“You drive me wild, Gia,” he said before claiming her sensual mouth. She was perfection. He could inhale her intoxicating scent—like sweet honey and flowers—and never grow tired of it. But her scent was only one part. Her body was teasing him beyond anything he’d ever wanted before. His cock was pressed firmly against her thigh as he rested himself on top of her. The look in her eyes enhanced his hunger for her. He rolled over onto his side and pulled her close, claiming her lips once again. She tastes so sweet. I want to taste every inch of her.
As he continued exploring her mouth, one hand came up to caress her breasts again. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch. The need to have more of her was driving him mad. “Gia, your body feels so damn good against mine.”
“Roger, you’re killing me,” she whimpered as he sucked her nipple.
“There’s no rush, honey. I want to hear you scream out my name and forget yours,” Roger said, nipping her other nipple. Her skin was like silk, and he couldn’t take his hands off her.
“Roger, I need you now,” Gia tried demanding, but he ignored it.
“Patience, honey,” Roger said, his words muffled against her cool flesh.
Her moans grew deeper as he rolled one nipple between his fingers and continued sucking the other. “Please, Roger, I need . . .”
He didn’t deny her. He moved one hand from her breast and reached between her legs, finding her swollen clit with this thumb. Her back arched, and she opened her legs wider for him.
Slowly, he circled it, bringing her higher. As her body trembled, he repositioned himself so his mouth was only inches away from her center, spreading her farther until he had full access. Her hands gripped the blanket as he slipped one finger inside her and pulled it back out. Again and again.
Breathlessly, Gia begged, “I want you. I can’t . . .”
“You’ll have me, but first I want to watch you come undone as you lose yourself to my touch,” he said as his finger entered her again, and he continued to circle her clit. She cried out in pleasure. It was more than she’d ever experienced. He was giving, not taking.
Faster and deeper he entered her with his finger until her body began to jerk violently. He felt her body clench around his finger with her powerful release.
“Yes! God, Roger. Oh, yes! Oh, yes!”
Her cries filled the room, but Roger wasn’t done. He realized he’d left his jeans in the bathroom. Kissing her briefly, he leaped off the bed and retrieved the condom from his wallet. He tore open the foil packet, sheathed himself, then settled himself between her legs.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and breathlessly said, “Thank you.”