Another kiss. ‘I know.’
And, thank fuck, he pulls the soddenflannel off my chest and wads it into a ball. He moves it down between my legs and starts to rub, and the pleasure and relief are so extraordinarily great that I cry out.
‘Miles!’
‘Is that good?’ He rubs at the most sensitive part of me, and the friction causes the little fires that are breaking out all over my body to ignite some more. ‘Not too sore?’
‘No, it’s perfect; it’sperfect!’
I’d definitely be underwater right now if he wasn’t holding me up. My feet are scrabbling along the bottom of the tub.
He rubs in rhythmical circles, and the heat builds, and the pressure builds, and I push back as far as I can on his shoulder, twisting my head to lick and suck his neck.
‘Good girl,’ he mutters into my ear. ‘Good girl. Give it to me.’
And hisgood girlsends me over the edge as I push into his flannel-wielding hand. Shock waves of heat shoot out from my core, spreading all over my body.
‘Ohmygod. Holyshit,Miles. I can’t… I can’t… don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop.’
He keeps up his rhythm until my orgasm subsides and oversensitivity kicks in. I pull my legs up, and he immediately takes his hand away. I’m not sure where I found this man, but he is akeeper.
My head lolls in the crook of his neck. He’s still holding me around my waist.
‘Miles. Ohmygod. That was…bloodyhell. That was incredible. Ahhh. Not sure my legs work anymore.’ I wiggle my toes ineffectually.
He laughs, and it’s a gorgeous, husky, sexy laugh. ‘I loved doing that to your beautiful body. I’d rather have felt you come on my fingers, but I had a hunch the cloth might add… a little something.’
‘You are a magic man.’ I lift my face, and he lowers his tokiss me. In the candlelight, it looks as though his eyes are actually shining at me. And he still has a huge erection that I’m looking forward, very much, to tackling. His tongue is taut and hungry in my mouth, and I engage every abdominal muscle I have to pull myself up and closer to him, to bring his mouth closer.
After a few moments of intense kissing, I take pity on this poor man who looks after my pleasure so selflessly. Twisting my wet body away from his, I kneel down in the bath so I’m facing him.
‘Your turn now. You can look at my boobs while I do it.’
He’s already looking. He swipes a mound of bubbles and smooths them over my chest, massaging them in till they disappear into a wet lather on my boobs.
I grab a mini bottle of shower gel and dump a load into my hands. Rub them together, and reach under the water for his dick. Swirl the soapy lube over the tip of him and down his length. My other hand soaps up his balls, which, once again, feel like they’re on the verge of turning blue. I slide my hand up again and withdraw. Sit back on my heels and smirk at him. He moans at the withdrawal. He’s still running his fingers over my boobs, rubbing my nipples. His bottom lip is between his teeth.
‘Remember when you made me wait? Not so funny now, is it?’ I raise my eyebrows.
He leans forward and hooks the nape of my neck.
Pulls me to him.
Kisses me hard.
‘You. Are so fucking sexy. I can’t bear it.’
He is too. He is too! I can’t bear it either. I shuffle forward and straddle him, bringing our bodies flush together so I can kiss him while I reach back down with both my hands and start to move them up and down his shaft.
Harder now.
Faster.
I cup his balls.
His hand is still clamped to the back of my neck. His other hand kneads my nipple. He’s breathing hard into my mouth.
I increase the length of my strokes as he goes rigid and lets out a moan of ecstasy and anguish into my mouth. And then he shudders and empties himself into the water.
