“In due time,” he promised, and she opened her eyes to find his gaze glued to what his hand was doing. His nostrils flared and his cock pulsed against her lower belly like the sight of her body’s reaction to his touch was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. “For now, I want ya to relax and let me learn ya, darlin’. Let me learn all the things that make ya moan and pant. All the things that make ya cum and scream my name while doin’ it.”
Dear. God.
She moaned as his words fanned the flames of her desire.
“Just like that,” he whispered as he leaned forward to reclaim her lips. “Now I know ya like it when I talk dirty.”
And he did. For long moments as his hands worked wonders on her skin and his lips and tongue made magic in her mouth, he told her how sexy she was, how much she turned him on, teased her with all the things he planned to do to her.
With each touch, each kiss, he erased the future, leaving her lost in the now, lost inhim.
When his fingers brushed through the silky hair at the top of her sex, her eyes flew open, but they were blind with pleasure. She knew he watched her for her reactions, but his face was blurry, seeming to look down on her as if from a dream.
“How do ya want to be touched?” he breathed against her neck as he left a string of hot kisses down her throat. “Ya want it soft or hard? Fast or slow?”
She couldn’t think, much less talk or make decisions. She simply whimpered and shook her head.
He chuckled. Or maybe it was a growl. “That’s okay, darlin’. I’ll figure it out.”
Slipping a finger between her slippery folds, he found her clit swollen and oh-so achy. Circling it softly with the tip of his finger, he rubbed a groan out of her.
“Good girl,” he praised, reclaiming her lips at the same time he sank one thick finger inside her, softly slid it out, and then returned with two. In and out. In and out. Slow and steady as he gently explored her.
“Fisher,” she breathed, feeling full and tight. Each thrust of his fingers stretched her. Each retreat left her empty and needy. She placed her foot on the lip of the tub to give him better access.
His touch was intuitive as he changed angle and pressure and speed until he found what worked best. He knew how to pay homage to a woman’s body. Toherbody. And just as he’d said he would, he discovered the perfect pace to make her moan and pant.
The entirety of her focus, all of her consciousness, zeroed in on the place where his fingers worked. And it wasn’t long before she felt the telltale ache of quickly building orgasm.
“Yes!” she cried out, shamelessly riding his hand. Bucking her hips against his ministrations as she climbed higher, higher, higher still.
So close. So close. So?—
When he dipped his head to suck her nipple into the hot haven of his mouth, everything inside her broke apart. It was as if she shattered at the cellular level and what was left of her were shimmering incandescent pieces of pleasure.
She wasn’t sure how long she remained that way, broken apart and yet fulfilled in a way she’d never been before. It could have been seconds or minutes.
Hours?
Eventually, however, all the pieces of herself coalesced into a whole. And her mind, which had blanked with ecstasy, returned.
The first thing she noticed was him nuzzling her throat, leaving soft, suctioning kisses over her pulse points. The second thing was the slick feel of his cock notched against her hip. Pre-ejaculate had oozed from his head to leave a delicious trail of desire above her belly button. And the last thing was that his hand still cupped her. He’d removed his fingers from inside her body, but he still palmed her sex as if he couldn’t help himself. As if, now that he’d finally gotten his hands on it, he didn’t want to let go.
There was something wonderfully erotic about that.
“So fuckin’ sexy,” he whispered against her throat. “I love how hard ya cum, darlin’. Feelin’ your hot pussy clamp down on my fingers like that damn near had me shootin’ against your belly.”
“That’s sexy,” she groaned, snaking her hand between them so she could fist his hard, pulsing length.
“No.” He grabbed her wrist. “I can’t have ya touchin’ me.”
“Why not?” She arched a challenging eyebrow. “What’s good for the goose is good for the gander.”
“’Cause the first time I cum, I want to be inside ya. And I’m so close to the edge, I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to hold off if ya keep touchin’ me.”
“Put yourself inside me then,” she invited provocatively and watched all the muscles in his jaw flex at the same time his nostrils flared.
“You’re a goddamn temptress,” he growled.
