His woman craved more. Now he wished they were alone, in a place where he could have her naked, where he could really explore what there could be between them. But he’d make do. He grabbed her ponytail and held tight, giving it a slight tug to jerk her head back, then used his other hand to give her ass cheek another quick spank. She continued to cry out, but it was from pleasure. He knew the difference, would never intentionally hurt her, but wanted to drive her crazy.
From the wild way she rocked back against him, the way she tilted her head back, the sounds she made, the way her juices flowed over them both, he’d say he succeeded.
Hell, her reactions drove him crazy, too. His cock felt like throbbing steel; his balls quivered with the need to burst. But still, he rode her, giving her deep, long thrusts, pulling back when he sensed she was close to the edge.
Not yet, baby. Not for a while yet. He wanted her ragged and damn near unable to breathe before she went over. He wanted them both dangling off the cliff.
Shadoe clutched the blanket, curling her fingers into fists. “Spence.”
That one word had been spoken in a low, guttural tone, her breath torn from her in a rasp. He knew what she wanted. He partially withdrew and gave her short, quick pulses, enough to tease, but not enough to let her come. “Not yet.”
She growled at him. He smiled, reached for her ponytail again and tugged, this time harder.
“Goddammit, Spence.” She pushed against him, taking his cock in between her tight pussy lips.
“Fuck.” He let go of her hair and grabbed her hips, drove deep, pressing hard against her. “Is this what you want?” He withdrew, and began to pump against her with hard, fast strokes.
“Yes. Oh, God, yes. That’s it.” She came apart then, arched her back, and dropped her upper body to the ground, lifting her butt in the air. That gave him even more room to go deeper, and he did, driving as much of his cock inside her that he could, feeling her walls clench around him with the waves of her orgasm. She trembled around him and he let go, wrapped his arms around her and rocked against her as his orgasm exploded, nearly knocking him to the ground as wave after wave of intense hot pleasure rocketed through him until he was empty.
Spent, he grabbed Shadoe around the waist and rolled them both to the blanket onto their sides. It took several panting breaths for him to even attempt to breathe, let alone talk.
He drew her sweat-damped hair away from her face. “You okay?”
“Mmm.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means I might be dead. Don’t talk to me right now. I need a nap.”
He snorted. “There are probably bugs all over the ground.”
“I don’t care. I’ll share the blanket with a snake. I’m exhausted.”
“Let’s go back to the hotel. I’ll run you a hot bath. Then you can take a nap.”
“Oh sure. Tease me.”
“It’s a promise. I’ll even wash your back.”
“Now this I’ve got to see. You’re on.”
They straightened up and Shadoe folded the blanket to put away on the bike.
Spence surveyed the broken-down area that he used to call the nightmare of his home.
Somehow, it no longer held the bad memories it used to.
Shadoe came up to him and laced her fingers with his. He turned to her. “Thanks.”
She tilted her head to the side and quirked a brow. “For what?”
“For banishing a few demons for me.”
She smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “I’ve always wanted to be someone’s knight in shining armor. Thank you for that.” She pivoted and headed toward the bike.
Spence shook his head. She really was an amazing woman.
It made him wish he was a forever kind of guy.
But he knew better.
They headed back to the hotel and, true to his word, the first thing he did was run a bath for Shadoe. He even put in those smelly bath salt things women seemed to like that made the water purple and soft. He liked that it made her smell good. Actually, he liked anything that required her to be naked. She slid into the tub and he sat on the edge like the good servant he’d promised her he’d be, washcloth in hand.
“Are you really intending to scrub my back?” She cast him a dubious look.
He dipped the cloth into the water. “I said I was going to, didn’t I?”
“I think you should get in here with me.”
“Smelling like lavender isn’t my thing.”
“What if you smelling like lavender turns me on?”
He laughed. “Then I’d say there’s something wrong with you.”
She snorted. “Okay, maybe you can take a shower afterward. I’ll probably need to do the same, since I’m sure there’s dirt and twigs and God only knows else in my hair. So get in here with me and wash my back, slave.”
He liked playing with her. She relaxed him, and he was rarely relaxed. He stripped off his clothes and climbed into the tub with her. It was one of those oversized whirlpools, with the flowing waterfall faucet in the center. He pulled Shadoe in front of him and grabbed the cloth. She’d put her hair up with a clip, so tiny little curls escaped along the back of her neck. He wanted to kiss them.
“You’re not washing.”
“Sorry.” He rubbed the cloth along her smooth skin, kissing everywhere the cloth had been.
“Mmm, this is nice. I could get used to having a manservant.”
“Don’t get used to it. I don’t service women.”
She half turned to face him, giving him a tempting view of one breast and nipple. “Is that right? Seems to me you’ve been doing a fine job servicing me lately.”
“Is that what you think I’ve been doing?”
“Well . . . I feel pretty well serviced.”
“Maybe you should service me for a change.”
Like a quick-moving storm, her eyes changed in an instant. From playfulness to dark desire, they went from light brown to smoldering whiskey. There was such temptation in her eyes. Spence lost himself there every time he looked at them.
“You want me to service you.”
“Yes.”
She turned fully around to face him. “Tell me what you want.”
Now that was tempting, though the question was easy. What did every man want? “Suck me.”
Her smile transformed her face from temptress to sexy angel. “I’d love to. Sit on the edge of the tub.”
He grabbed the edge of the tub and hauled himself onto the ledge.
She inched across the water and laid her hands on his knees. “Now spread ’em for me.”
He did. Wide.
She stared straight ahead at his cock and balls. She didn’t even need to touch him. Just her looking at him like that got him hard. And she kept her gaze there, watched him get that way, which made him even harder.
“You’re beautiful down here.” She smoothed her hands from his knees along his inner thighs, her hands like wet silk, water trickling off her fingertips. “Every inch of you a man.” She moved her hands inward, slid her thumb over the sac containing his balls, then swam in farther between his legs so her shoulders were cradled between his thighs.
She laid her head on one thigh, and lifted her hand, letting water drip over the top of his cock, seeming to be entranced by the stream cascading over his shaft. She watched until there was nothing but droplets, then circled him with her hand, stroking him from base to tip, covering his cock with the satiny water and her slender hand. He leaned farther back and arched into her hand, loving the softness, so unlike his hard, calloused hand. She touched him differently than he touched himself, almost reverently, as if she was afraid she’d hurt him.
“I won’t break, Shadoe. Squeeze it, touch it any way you want to.”
She did, gripping him harder as she stroked him, moving slowly at first, then rising up on her knees. Water sluiced off her shoulders, her arms, her breasts, making her look like a goddess rising from the sea.
He wasn’t the type of guy who saw poetry in a woman’s body, but goddamn if Shadoe didn’t put him in that frame of mind. And when her lips parted and her tongue snaked out to lick along the crest of his cock, his mind emptied of everything but the sight of her pink tongue and how hot it felt on his cockhead, and how he wanted to come right then, to see it burst over her tongue, inside her mouth.
He shuddered, and her gaze met his. She closed her lips over the head, and he felt her tongue swirling over him as she sucked him into the deep recesses of her velvety mouth. He held the back of her head while she engulfed him, her hand coming up to circle his shaft, the other to cradle his balls and squeeze him gently.
He wanted to erupt, to scream out in pleasured agony. But he wanted to fuck her again. He wanted to do everything to her, with her, right now. He was torn.
She pulled back, releasing his cock from her mouth with a loud pop. “Do it. Come for me, Spence. Let me feel it.”
Without waiting for him to answer, she gripped him in her hand again, touching him with hard, measured strokes.
“Christ.” He had no voice left, not when she closed her lips over him again, that hot, wet heat surrounding him, sucking him into a vortex of indescribable sensation and taking all his resolve with it. She released her hand, gazed into his eyes, and took him deep into her throat. That’s when he lost it and let go with a guttural cry. He held on to her head as he gave her everything he had, unable to even breathe as the orgasm ripped from every nerve ending in his body and left him shattered and drained.
Shadoe laid her head on his thigh again, stroked his other leg, a contented smile on her face. When Spence finally had his sanity back, he decided payback was only fair.
She might look the serene goddess right now, but he intended to rip away her sanity next.
“Thank you, darlin’.” He pulled her out of the water and against him and gave her a lingering kiss. When he drew away, her eyes were glazed over and her lips were plump from his kiss. She licked them.
“You’re welcome.” She started to sink back into the water, but he held her firm.
“We’re not finished yet, Shadoe.”
“We’re not?”
He shook his head. “Stand up.”
He pulled her against him. Now it was his turn to slide into the water. He rested his head against the side of the tub.
“Straddle my shoulders, babe.”
She widened her stance and placed her legs in between his arms and his the side of his chest, placing her pussy in the perfect spot.
He looked up and grinned at her.
“Oh” was all she said, then her lips curved.
He said nothing, just grasped her butt cheeks and pulled her closer to his hungry mouth, placing it over her sex.
She smelled like the lavender bath water, her bare skin silky and wet. It made it so easy to glide his tongue over her naked skin, to taste her sweet cream as it flowed from her. She tilted her pelvis out, held on to the wall for support, and closed her eyes, letting out a small gasp as he licked around her clit.
Oh, man, she had a pretty pussy, and when she stood like this he could really see it clearly, could play with all of her with his mouth and his fingers. He slid his tongue inside her, used his thumb to swirl over her clit and around her pussy lips, and just generally enjoyed playing with her. He wanted to see what she liked, where it felt good for her, watching her reactions as he licked and sucked her.
Shadoe liked pretty much everything, but she really enjoyed it when he sucked her clit and tucked two fingers inside her to fuck her. Her whole body went rigid, her eyes opened, and she tilted her head down at him to watch.
He really liked it when she watched him, her golden brown eyes focused on what he did, encouraging him with her visual signals.
He licked the length of her, and her lips parted. She began to pant and he gave her laps with his tongue around her clit.