“Yay!” I said, but I couldn’t hold back another yawn. I stretched again, more openly teasing him with my body this time before pressing my feet against the floor and practically bouncing into his master bathroom.
Everything was made out of marble. I ran my fingers along the beautiful veiny slabs, remarking on the natural variation of the darker wall pieces and the lighter tiles beneath my feet. I noticed that they were heated too.
There were toiletries on the counter, and I quickly used them to freshen up. I pulled a hairbrush through my wild blonde mane, taming it from both yesterday’s sordid activities and a restful night’s sleep.
James joined me then. He turned on the shower and stripped right in front of me. I watched, flabbergasted.
I hadn’t seen him without any clothing before. Sure, I had both seen and felt his cock inside me, but he hadn’t shown me any more than that. Now he stood before me entirely naked, and I had difficulty looking anywhere else.
I had known he was muscular, but I had no idea just how chiseled his body would be beneath his suit. His chest was broad and strong, his shoulder muscles just a small hint to the power contained within him. In the light, his dark brown hair had a slight reddish hue.
He breathed slowly and I watched the muscles of his abdomen flex right before my eyes. I wanted to trace my fingers along every angle, all the way down to the deep V of his pelvis. His thighs were thick and powerful, but then my gaze focused on the iron-hard expanse of his cock.
Fuck.
Even completely naked, he exuded the power of a god.
It was then that I remembered he’d asked something of me, but I couldn’t recall what it was.
“I…” I began.
He held out his hand for me. “Come here, angel,” he coaxed.
His tone was gentle, but I could tell instinctually that he expected obedience. My feet moved and his hand captured mine. He pulled me into the enormous shower and reached out to press a few buttons on the control panel.
Steam billowed up all around us and a misty scented shower poured down from above. The fresh aroma of eucalyptus and mint cast a dewy glow over both of us.
Without warning, James slipped his hand around my throat and slammed me against the shower wall. His lips captured mine in a brutal kiss that left me gasping for air. When his fingers dipped in between my thighs, he practically growled in my ear.
“Did you like what you saw, angel?”
“Maybe,” I teased. I cried out when his hand slapped between my legs. Taken aback by the sting, I clenched my thighs and then breathed through it, opening them back up again. He drew his hand away.
“Oh?”
His cock slid along my pussy, promising the world if I would just give in. He teased my clit, over and over, until I was practically trembling against him. Had he not been holding me up against the wall, I don’t know if I would have been able to keep standing.
His kisses trailed across my cheek and down the sensitive expanse of my neck. I moaned as his hips moved back and forth, endlessly teasing me with ecstasy that was just beyond reach. His palm smoothed over my breast. His fingers taunted my nipples with gentle caresses and rougher pinches.
“James,” I protested. His fingers lightly slapped my breast and the shocking sting of it made my pussy clench tight.
“Your pussy tells me you did, angel.”
My thighs quivered as his words nearly undid me. I wanted to best him, but I could come up with nothing to fight against this. He knew that I wanted to come. Even I knew it was only a matter of time before I gave in, especially when he was tempting me like this.
My fingers trailed up his muscular chest. When I reached up and wound my arms around his neck, he took back control so quickly that it left my head reeling. He lifted me off the shower floor and pressed his thigh in between mine so that I was sitting on his knee.
He held me in place with one hand while his other wrapped around his cock. Leisurely, he started to stroke himself while keeping his gaze level with mine.
“Wait,” I whined.
“You didn’t answer me, angel. That was quite naughty of you,” he answered.
I fidgeted, my clit throbbing against his thick thigh. I couldn’t keep myself from staring as his hand worked up and down his monstrous length.
“But… I want…” I pouted.
“Bad girls who don’t answer when they’re supposed to don’t get to come, do they?”