He stepped even closer and the scent of him washed over me like a wave. Sweat and oil and the faint smell of pine. I hadn’t located the source of that, but I suspected it was probably his shampoo. As he leaned in, the heat coming off him scorched through my clothes to my skin and I pinched my eyes shut.
Then he flipped the sink on and I looked up at him. There was a faint smirk playing around his mouth.
“Care to move over so I can wash up?”
Goddamn him. Feeling incredibly foolish, I stepped aside. Without looking at me, he washed the oil from his hands and dried them. I inched down the counter, wanting nothing more than to escape the awkward tension in the room.
His hand shot out and wrapped around my wrist, pulling me against his chest. A yelp burst from my lips as I collided against his hard, warm body. Heat pulsated between my thighs and my nipples hardened. His mouth parted and his tongue snaked out, wetting his lower lip. I wriggled in his grasp, looking up at the side of his neck directly before my eyes and everything changed.
There was something about that space of neck that drove me wild. The bit of dirt behind his ear, the sweat almost dried between his collarbones. I knew it was a sensitive place and I wanted to reach out and taste it. To run my tongue over his skin and bite him gently where his neck met his shoulder. To bring him to his knees.
Why couldn’t I make a move? If he could express his desire, I could as well. I didn’t have to love him to want him, he’d made that clear.
Standing on my tiptoes, I pressed my mouth to the side of his throat. He tensed as I snaked my tongue out, swiping it over his skin. Then he cursed softly, stepping back against the sink. I lapped at that space between his collarbones, his salty taste blossoming over my tongue. God, he was good, so good there was a faint buzz at the base of my skull.
If his skin could get me high like this, how good would it be to take his cock in my mouth? For a second, I closed my eyes, kissing him softly, and let in the fantasy. He would fill my mouth, bumping up against my throat. The wide tip of his cock would be heavy and hard with need, already leaking his cum over my tongue.
I moaned against his skin, my hips pushing against his thigh. Swearing under his breath, he lifted me in his arms, turned, and put me up on the sink. I grasped onto the edge as his fingers moved frantically over my waist, unzipping my jeans and working them down. They fell to the ground as he pushed his fingers beneath my panties, tracing my entrance with desperate strokes.
“Fuck, baby, I want to be inside you,” he breathed.
A ripple of unease passed through me at the prospect of sex. “I’m not—”
“I know, I know, I’m just talking,” he murmured. “Keep doing that…kiss my neck like you just did.”
I slid my arms around his shoulders, holding onto the nape of his neck, and kissed the sensitive skin at the base of his throat. His body jerked and he pushed his hips against my leg, grinding the hard length of his cock into me. Pushing his desire against my body. His throat vibrated as he moaned and I felt it against my mouth. I was making desperate sounds to match his groans, needy whimpers in between every bite and lick against his salty skin.
“Goddamn,” he growled.
He took my jaw in his hand and bent my head back. His tongue, hot and wet, lapped up my throat and paused at my cleavage. With his free hand, he tore off my shirt and pulled down my bra, freeing my breasts. They were hard and still sensitive from earlier in the day. His tongue sent shivers of electricity down to my pussy as it curled around one delicate nipple and then the other.
“Oh my God,” I breathed, my fingers curled in his hair.
“Tell me when it feels good, baby girl,” he said. “All I can think about since I tasted you this morning is getting to taste you again. Can you take my fingers?”
As he said it, his fingers traced my entrance, already slick with arousal. I was torn between wanting his touch so desperately that my hips were rocking against the sink and a niggling fear of pain. I might have given a few blowjobs to my boyfriend, but he’d never penetrated me.
I looked down at his hand on my side, at his large, square fingers.
“I don’t know…your hands are big,” I whispered.
He ran his thumb over my nipple, sending a shock through my body. “If you can’t take my fingers, you’re going to have trouble taking my cock.”
I bit my lower lip, my eyes dropping to the rise beneath his zipper. “How big is it?”
“Bigger than my fingers.” His mouth twitched.
“Can…can I feel it?”
His pale eyes raked over my face. “Show me yours and I’ll show you mine.”
“You’ve seen mine.”
“I want to feel you. Inside.”
My pussy clenched, already shying away from his touch even as I longed for it. He wasn’t the sort of man who would let his desire overpower his empathy. He’d already proved that. I parted my legs and braced myself on each edge of the sink. His pale eyes flicked to me, his brow cocked, and I nodded. Without hesitating, his fingers came up, his pointer sliding into my mouth to gather my saliva. Then it disappeared between my thighs.
Then he touched me, his finger barely tracing my entrance, and my stomach fluttered. My God, this was almost too much. He circled my entrance, taking his time and my sensitive pussy pulsed, already soaked and swollen for him. He parted me with his middle finger and thumb and stroked his pointer rhythmically over me. Then his fingertip nudged inside and he paused, his brows drawing together.