She couldn’t wait. She stripped off her clothes, put her hair up in a clip, turned on the shower, and got in, the warm water running over her bare skin like a sensual caress.
She leaned her back against the cool tiles, wanting to grab the sprayer wand and aim it where she needed it most, but she waited, teasing herself.
Brody wouldn’t give it to her all at once. He’d make her wait to be touched. Then, once he put his hands on her, then his hot, wet mouth, he’d draw it out, teasing her with small kisses and nips on her flesh. She closed her eyes and imagined what that would feel like. How she’d shiver with desire when he took her nipple between his fingers, squeezing and twisting it. As sheimagined him doing these things to her, she took her nipple between her own fingers, pinching, twisting, the little bit of pain heightening her pleasure.
He would torture her needy flesh, pleasure and pain melding, until she begged him for more. Or maybe he would answer her need with his own, taking her nipple in his mouth and sucking while he ran his hands over her body, slipping one down between her thighs.
And once more she followed his imaginary hand with her own, finding her slit wet and swollen. She arched her hips into her hand as she slid her fingers up and down the sides of her hardening clit, then pressed against that tight, needy nub.
“Ohhh…”
Would he let her come?
“Please,” she begged, working her clit in circles, pausing to pinch it, to tug on it.
Would he fuck her with his hand? Oh, god, she needed him to be inside her.
She spread her thighs and slipped a finger inside, her pussy immediately clenching around it.
“Brody,” she murmured, loving his name on her lips. Then loving even more when she whispered, “Sir.”
She slid a second finger into her aching pussy and began a hard pumping while, with her other hand, she continued to pinch her nipple. But soon she was too full of need and had to lower her hand to play with her clit, to rub it, pull on it, pinch it hard as she fucked herself with her other hand. And the whole time it was his face in her mind. His mouth on hers, or on her breast, and then between her thighs, licking her pussy, taking the swollen nub of her clit into his mouth and sucking.
“Ahhhh!”
She came in a rush of burning desire that tore through her, stars flashing behind her eyes, her body convulsing. It felt sodamn good she couldn’t stop. Very quickly she worked her body into a frenzy once more, this time using the shower wand on her clit as she fucked herself with her fingers, her hips arching hard. Pleasure stabbed into her as she pictured his mouth on her clit once more, his fingers inside her, fucking her hard and fast. And in moments she exploded, her orgasm so strong, so furious, when it was over, she sank to the floor of the shower, unable to hold herself up.
It was only when the water began to cool that she opened her eyes and got to her feet, rinsing before she shut the water off and stepped out to dry herself off.
But even the soft towel against her skin, running over her pussy lips, was enough to get her started again. And as much as she wanted nothing more than to climb into bed and think of him on the other side of that wall while she pumped her biggest dildo inside her and used her clit sucker to get her off over and over again, she fought the urge. She wanted to leave something forhim. Not that she wouldn’t get this turned on again being with him, but she felt in some strange way that a part of her had to belong to him. She would hold on to this driving desire until she was able to turn her body over to Brody.
She could hardly wait.
Brody had been pacing in front of the window for a good twenty minutes. It was a cloudless night, and the moon and the stars glittered in the dark sky; a beautiful view. But he barely noticed it. His mind was entirely on her.
Claudia.
He’d loved their conversation, that she seemed to feel comfortable enough with him to talk about her past, the thingsshe’d been through. He loved that they had so much more in common than he’d expected. But what he loved the most was the way she fell apart the moment he’d kissed her. The way she went limp against him, the curves of her sweet body leaning into his. The heat of her. Her scent, like freshly picked gardenias.
But what had gotten to him the most was her mouth, the taste of her, the heat coming off her body. The way she’d let him know her need for him matched his own for her. He could barely stand that he had to wait, but hehadto. For her.
And now she was just on the other side of the wall, which for some reason he couldn’t really explain to himself made it that much harder. Madehimthat much harder.
His cock was ready to burst through his jeans, and even the fabric of his boxer briefs and the press of the denim was almost too much.
He took off his black boots, then slid out of his jeans, pulling his shirt off as he stalked toward the bathroom. He reached into the shower and turned on the faucets, letting the water run as hot as he could, then he stepped in.
The water was scorching, but his need was even hotter. He took his rock-hard cock into his hand right away, stroking, stroking. Thinking of the softness of her plush lips, her warm tongue twining with his. The curves of her hips as she pressed up against him. The soft mounds of her breasts against his chest. Her nipples had been two stiff peaks he could feel through her clothes and his.
“Fuck,” he muttered as a shaft of desire speared through his cock.
He couldn’t wait to get his hands on her body, to take those full breasts in his palms, to tease the nipples with his thumbs as he kissed her. To pinch them hard enough to hurt, to see how she responded to the pain. And Christ, to get his hands between herthighs, to slip into her wet heat. To see what she felt like inside with first his fingers, then his cock.
He didn’t know if sex would be negotiated or not, but after the way she’d responded to him tonight, he felt pretty certain it would be.
Had to be.
Or he was going to lose his damn mind.
