The sound of the ding might as well have been a starting pistol. They moved as one, bumping into each other as they stepped out and into the carpeted hall. Davis kept his hand low on her back in a spot that could technically be considered her ass. Her nerves danced under her skin as he unlocked the door and let her in first. She didn’t know if she should stop in the foyer or continue all the way to the bedroom.
Davis answered her unspoken question. He grabbed her waist and spun her to the door, pinning her body with his. Their mouths crashed together and left no space between them. The hard bulge in his pants insistently made its presence known as Luna ground her hips against his. She felt a surge of pride when he groaned loudly. She could bring this fine man to his knees with the simplest touch.
The surge of heat never left, never dissipated, as Davis stepped away far enough to draw her dress over her head. She thanked her lucky stars that she’d decided to buy some new lingerie to go under her new dress.
Especially when he whimpered and bit his knuckles, heated gaze roaming from head to toe and back again.
Their eyes met and he pounced again. Teeth bumped as he clawed at his shirt, tearing the delicate fibers surrounding the buttons when it wouldn’t come off fast enough. Luna helped by unfastening his pants, seeking fingers finding what she needed pretty fucking desperately by then. Davis hissed when she wrapped her hand around the head of his cock, felt the wetness leaking from the tip. She licked his lips since he was still attached to her mouth and earned another groan.
Pumping slowly, she eased him back enough to sink into a squat. Hands in her hair and head thrown back, Davis epitomized a Greek god. His ruined shirt laid at their feet and his pants hung off his hips, so Luna licked a line from his navel downward. His hips came forward, searching, eager, begging her to take what he offered. She sank her mouth over the swollen head of his engorged cock and moaned around it.
“Fuck, Luna.Fuck.”
She would have grinned if her mouth wasn’t full.
Instead, she cupped his balls and looked up to find him staring down. She kept her eyes locked on his as she worked him over, finding satisfaction in the dark storm she found in his expression. She felt the urge to touch herself, to relieve some of the overwhelming need pulsing through her. She was working up the nerve when he suddenly pulled her off him and picked her up.
“I need to be inside you.”
Davis didn’t waste time propping her against the door and driving into her. She barely had time to register the fact that he’d shoved her thong to the side before he sank in balls deep.
Luna wrapped her legs around him and frantically clutched his shoulders. The heat between them became nearly unbearable. Something had to give, and it was going to be her. She felt the climb, the desperate scramble for the top. Her body reacted deliciously, shivering and clamping down on his cock in waves.
“Oh God,” she cried out. “Davis!”
“Fuck, so close, baby. So close.”
He bit her shoulder and she fell off the cliff, writhing between him and the door as she called out his name repeatedly.
She hoped the walls were soundproof.
One hand slapped the door and the other held her ass firmly as he pumped one last time and dropped his forehead to hers. His breathing ragged, he moved to kiss the sensitive skin of her neck. She shivered, feeling the cooling sweat that covered them both. She had no bones left; she was sure of it.
“My God, woman.”
Luna grinned. “Was that what you were looking for when you teased me in the elevator?”
He pulled back to look her in the eyes. “Baby, that’s what I’ve been looking for since you opened your apartment door looking stunning in that dress.”
“Fuck, I love you so much.” It almost embarrassed her how much she loved him. She’d come so close to screwing everything up and losing him that she cherished each moment all the more.
“I love you, my Luna.”
And wasn’t it just like him to not be satisfied with one romp? He carried her to the massive tub and turned the water on full, setting her on her feet and kneeling behind her. She had no idea what he had in store for her, but he showed her very quickly.
Luna wore her bra, thong, and heels. He pulled off her shoes and set them aside before placing gentle hands on each hip. She flailed for something to hold on to as he found her skin with his tongue. There was nothing but the edge of the shower, but she grasped it as he introduced her to new sensations. He swirled his tongue between her cheeks, pulling the thong off and letting it drop to her ankles. Her bra came off next, his hands cupping and massaging her breasts as he continued his explorations with his mouth. Davis pinched her nipples rhythmically as she cried out, fearing she would explode with the pleasure of it all. He rose, kissing her spine every few notches until he stood at his full height behind her. His hands didn’t stop their rolling and pinching, and her breath didn’t come more easily. She felt delicate, like she could float away on a wisp of smoke.
“Take a bath with me?”
As though he had to ask. She would gladly do anything he wanted at that point, which she suspected he knew. She stepped into the hot water, letting it sting and prickle her skin. She liked it near boiling, as he teasingly called it, and that was how he had it. He turned off the faucet and climbed in behind her, settling in the heat and steam like it was nothing. She stared down at him before realizing she was naked and then sank into the water.
Luna faced him; framed his beloved face in her hands and leaned in. Minutes or hours, she couldn’t tell, they spent kissing and groping. Breathless, weightless yet leaden, she sank further into his embrace and felt the hardness he wielded every time she was near. Big as the tub might be, she couldn’t quite straddle him. Instead, she used her hands to stroke and tease.
Davis grunted and grabbed her hands. “Unless you want to mess up the water, how about you turn around?”
“Face away from you?” she asked timidly. She bit her lip, thinking how boring her life would have been if she’d never gotten in bed with Davis.
“Yes, Luna.”
He helped her turn so she didn’t slip, guided her to lower over his lap, and cussed in her ear when she sank down on his cock. She didn’t move at first, unsure of how she liked the water, which was not lubricating in the slightest. But Davis began touching her, pressing his chest to her back. He cradled her breasts and went back to her nipples, pulling and manipulating them until they stood pink and hard from his attention. He never stopped moving, using his mouth on the back of her neck and her shoulders, pushing her hair out of his way and sucking on her skin. A shudder ran through her and her hips moved almost on their own accord. He knew how to send her all the way up until she floated on a cloud of lust. She felt nothing but Davis and the way he filled her completely with his hard cock. Water splashed over the rim of the tub as she rode him, holding onto those same edges to anchor herself.
A deep, guttural moan rose from her belly and through her chest. Tingling began in her toes and raced along her veins until the fire coalesced into an explosion of pleasure. The world went white as she came so hard she feared she’d pass out. Davis moved under her, not giving her a moment to catch her breath as waves of sensation threatened to drown her. She was going to drown in Davis Healy’s bathtub.
“Motherfucker.” He held her tightly around the waist when he came, his head falling to her back and his breath coming in bursts.
She drowned and he gasped like a fish out of water.
“Fucking God, Davis. Need sleep,” she murmured.
“Amen to that.”
