“Josie.” My voice breaks on her name as her hand slides down, guiding me to her mouth. The anticipation coils tight in my gut, fire licking up my spine.
She licks me first, just a slow, languid stroke of her tongue up the underside that makes my whole body jerk. Then she wraps her lips around the head, tongue circling, teasing, tasting.
“Fuck.” My head falls back as her mouth takes me in, warm and wet and devastating.
She hums around me like she loves it, like this is exactly where she wants to be, and the vibration punches the breath out of me. Her hands grip my thighs, nails digging in slightly as she takes me deeper, her lips sliding down with purpose now, no hesitation.
“Damn, baby.” I groan, hips twitching, water sloshing around us.
I can’t take it. I can’tnottouch her. My hands find her soaked hair, threading through the slick strands, and I guide her, slow at first, then deeper.
“Look at me,” I pant. “Let me see you.”
She lifts her gaze as I start to move, rising out of the water, muscles flexing as I take control, fucking her mouth with shallow, careful thrusts. Her lips stretch around me, taking it, loving it, and that look in her eyes, hungry, wild,his, makes me lose the last thread of restraint.
The water cascades off me as I rise, one hand in her hair, the other braced against the tile behind her. She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t pull away, she welcomes it, lets me use her mouth like it’s the only thing she wants.
I curse under my breath, jaw tight, fighting the urge to fall apart right there.
“Josie you’re gonna make me come if you don’t stop.”
She pulls off with a sinful pop, breathless and grinning, lips slick and red.
“Then maybe,” she whispers, stroking me once, slow and firm, “you should fuck me instead.”
The primal side of me breaks loose.
I hook my fingers in her panties beneath the water and tear them down her legs. She gasps, breath hitching as she helps me, tossing the ruined lace to the side of the tub. Then she rises enough for me to push my trunks down, freeing myself completely.
I grip her hips, steadying her as she positions herself above me.
“Look at me,” I tell her, voice like gravel.
She does.
And when she sinks down onto me, slow and hot and tight, she never breaks eye contact.
We both gasp. She clutches my shoulders, fingernails digging in, and I grip her waist as her heat wraps around me, taking me all the way in.
“Josie—”
“You feel so good,” she moans, rocking against me. “So deep.”
I move with her, thrusting up as she rides me, her breath catching every time I hit that perfect spot. The water sloshes around us, steam curling up, surrounding us like a cocoon. It’s fire and silk and sweat and emotions so much deeper than just lust.
I kiss her, open, messy, desperate, as I grip her ass and slam her down onto me again and again. She whimpers into my mouth, her body fluttering around me, close again already.
“You gonna come for me?” I growl against her lips. “Gonna come with me buried inside you?”
“Yes,” she gasps. “Yes, Knox, don’t stop, please?—”
I grip her tighter, push deeper, faster, my own climax barreling toward me like a freight train.
And then she shatters.
She cries out my name, nails raking down my back, her whole body trembling as she falls apart in my arms.
The sight, the feel, thesoundof her, it’s all I need.
