A groan bubbled out of me as the warmth soaked into my skin. I knew he watched me. I knew those stormy eyes of his roamed over my nakedness. The body of a thirty-five-year-old woman. A woman who’d birthed a baby and didn’t make yoga and healthy food her priority. There would be no six pack on my body unless he closed the distance between us.
I had a pooch at the bottom of my tummy, varicose veins under my knees, and my boobs were not twenty-year-old perky. If he wanted someone younger or model-like, he could have chosen that. This is what he got with me. I owned every squishy fat cell, stretch mark, and scar.
“Can you hand me the soap?” I wiped the water from my eyes and opened them to see him staring at my face. “Did I miss the lake scum?” Did I have algae on my cheeks or something?
He shook his head. Without answering me, he grabbed a clean cloth from a pile on a little shelf and pumped his body wash into the middle. He looked at me, then the cloth, and back. “Dare I ask to wash you?”
“I’ll clean myself, thank you.” Taking the cloth from him, I got to work.
I scrubbed the lake off me while he watched my every movement. Then it was his turn, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
His body was pure perfection—like he’d been carved by a master of sculpting. Even at forty! I envied every bubble that cascaded down his tan skin.
The more I watched, the more heated I became. I knew the chances of sex were high when I entered the shower, so my reaction and his hard cock weren’t a shock. It was basic biology. But I’d been sex starved for too long, and he looked like a feast. As he washed the soap off his skin, I took the chance to place my hand on his chiseled abdomen.
His muscles flexed beneath my soft touch, and my gaze shot up to his. He studied me as I followed the bumps downward and wrapped my fingers around his length. Those kissable lips parted, and confidence blossomed in me.
This powerful man had chosen me… for the moment. And I knew I could make him feel good. Without breaking eye contact, I lowered to my knees. The spray hit the top of my head as I leaned forward to press my lips to the perfectly mushroomed head of his cock.
“Temperance,” he exhaled, and I wanted him to moan my name at least ten more times.
I took as much of him into my mouth as I could. My tongue caressed every inch as my hand moved over the rest of his shaft. He groaned, and his hand rested on the top of my head. No name moaning yet, so I picked up my pace, tongue pressing against the underside of him. His hips flexed into me as I sucked.
“Temperance.” His fingers tightened against my hair, and I smiled with him inside me. “I want to fuck your mouth so bad.”
I managed to pop off long enough to say, “So do it.”
I’d never been fucked orally, but it didn’t take genius to understand what it entailed. I just prayed I didn’t puke on him. I couldn’t remember if my gag reflex was sensitive or not. Baby Daddy hadn’t been as big as Rylan, so who knew how this would go.
I ceased movement. His hand held my head in place during his first slow flex into my mouth. Seeing I was okay, he did it again.
“Ah, Temperance,” he moaned, and I hummed delightfully.
Over and over he tested me, quickening his pace. He was relentless. Even if tears sprung to my eyes from being hit in the throat, I loved every second of it. Thankfully my gag reflex and magic were up to the job.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come. If you don’t want it in your mouth, tap my leg.”
I thought about it for a second but kept my hands down. He was already back there. It wasn’t like I was gonna have to do the hold and spit run afterwards.
“Temperance.” He moaned my name with a growl at the end as he came. I swallowed every bit, and when he pumped that final thrust into my mouth, I felt like I’d experienced something life changing. I leaned back, removing him from my lips and looking up. His fingers caressed my cheeks with a heated look in his eyes.
“Up,” he said. His fingers moved from my cheeks to under my chin and lifted. I rose at his command and waited. Would he bend me over and fill me? Lift me up and impale me? End the shower and bone in the bed instead?
Chapter Twenty-One
I only maul my prey and suck out their souls on Thursdays
“My turn.”
He nudged me back until my skin touched the cool tiles on the wall. Lowering himself, He kissed and sucked anything his mouth could reach before tossing my leg over his shoulder. Not even a full breath exhaled before his tongue touched me, and my hands gripped his hair.
“Oh!” I moaned.
He licked, sucked, and kissed me until I exploded moments later. My legs quaked, and my whole body shivered as the waves of my orgasm crashed over me. This was way better than the solo session I had in the shower thinking about him.
“More,” he growled, and his finger entered me.
“Rylan!”
