Jericho needed no other command. He took her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. Kate cried out and arched into him. She moved her shoulders and swung her other breast into position.
Rearing up, she cupped her own breasts and slid her hand into the nest of curls, moaned when she touched herself.
“Kate, let me.”
She opened her eyes and shifted on him, turning so that his mouth could have access to her soft, swollen flesh.
Her hips began to rock when he sent his tongue against her clit, licking and sucking until she was moving wildly against his mouth.
With a sharp cry, she came, the pulsation of her orgasm sweet against his mouth.
CHAPTER13
“You were incredible to let me have my way with you.” She released his wrists from the silky stockings. She brushed her fingertips over his mouth and kissed him. His lips were warm and inviting. Just like the decadent dessert, she couldn’t get enough of him.
When she had brought him to orgasm with her mouth, it was as if a door had opened in her and all the restlessness, the recklessness, the wildness had rushed out on a wave of power so all-consuming, she had almost climaxed herself. She felt new and reborn.
He flexed his shoulders and sent his arms around her, holding her to him, his body already alive from the sight of her wild abandon.
She climbed off his chest. “It’s shower time, bad boy.”
“Me? I’d say that you were a very naughty little girl tonight.”
“It’s one of my most powerful fantasies. I couldn’t stop thinking about it and I knew that I wanted to do this for you, for me.”
He rose off the bed and moved with her to his gleaming metal-and-marble bathroom.
Kate stopped at the door and just stared. “This is very, very decadent.”
There was a large shower that took up one corner of the room. And the multi-head shower caught her attention. She walked over to the frosted-glass doors, opened them, and walked inside.
“Oh.” She ran her hands over the three showerheads. “I’ve got to get me one of these.”
He laughed and turned on the faucet. Kate jumped back with a screech as the cold water hit her hot skin. She grabbed him in a headlock while he continued to laugh. He adjusted the controls while she tried to find his tickle spot.
They washed each other beneath the spray with soapy hands and kisses. One thing led to another and Kate found her back up against the warm tiled wall, ruthlessly pinned there by Jericho’s hard, muscled body. He’d already sheathed himself during their shower.
She’d had enough slow and teasing for one night. “Hard and fast…hard and fast, Jericho.”
He slid his hands around her buttocks and lifted her against the tile. Her legs went immediately around his waist.
Kate’s back arched against the wall at the feel of his thick, hard cock moving in and out of her. It was too much for her, for them. He pressed her to the wall again, her legs tight around him, and thrust up inside her over and over until they both cried out in tandem.
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Kate stood in front of Jericho as she dried off his hard chest with a big fluffy towel.
“Did it hurt?”
“What?” he asked, his eyes half closed in pleasure as she moved the towel over his skin.
“The wishbone?”
“I don’t remember. I was so wasted that night, I don’t think I remembered my own name.”
“Does the wishbone symbolize what I think it does?” she asked, leaning against him. He looked delicious with his wet hair slicked off his face, the steam eddying around the bathroom in a fine mist, collecting on the mirror until they were just a blur in its reflected surface.
“You have a wonderfully witty mind, Kate.”