“Sandro,” I moan, pressing my ass against him harder.
“I could get used to you begging me to make you come.” He nips at my neck right above my shoulder blade, sending another jolt of lightning straight between my legs. “Turn around.”
I obey, tilting my head back to rinse out the shampoo.
He grabs the bottle of body wash and squeezes a dollop into his palm. His eyes are a bright blue inferno, burning with desire.
I know he sees the same fire in mine.
Rubbing his hands together, he places them on my breasts, kneading and pulling until I’m about to come from the stimulation alone.
His gaze is flicking from my eyes to my mouth, paying attention, and repeating the actions I react to. He scoots me back a few inches under the water, rinses my now overly sensitive breasts, and then drops to his knees.
Squeezing another dollop of body wash into his palm, he runs both hands down my flat stomach, over my hips, and then my thighs, avoiding the part I need him to touch.
I squirm and bite my lip.
He chuckles. He knows what he’s doing to me. “What’s wrong?” he asks with a feigned innocence.
I pout and rest my hands on his broad, muscular shoulders for balance. “Stop torturing me.” His palms caressing me, the scent ofhis body wash, the steam surrounding us, the water glistening off his hard, tan body—it’s sensory overload.
“Mm, so needy,” he whispers, fighting a smirk. He lifts one of my legs and places my foot on his thigh. Then he looks up as he sinks his fingers into my hips. “You’re going to come on my tongue and then my cock, Angel.”
“Is that an order?” I ask breathlessly.
One corner of his mouth quirks up. “That’s a promise.” With his thumbs, he spreads my lips open and runs the flat of his tongue over my swollen clit.
When he begins a soft suckling, my whole core clenches. I arch into his mouth and whimper. He grips my ass, holding my body in place, and I lose track of time, lose track of everything except the pleasure his clever mouth is creating, pushing me higher and higher up the cliff toward an impending orgasm.
My breath is coming in choppy gasps by the time his tongue slides down and thrusts deep inside me.
Throwing my head back, I cry out as stars explode behind my eyes. Wave after wave of ecstasy has me thrashing against his mouth. “Oh god,” I choke out, my arms and legs trembling.
I feel him hum in pleasure as he licks me gently through the orgasm, then rises from his knees with a satisfied smirk plastered on his face.
I reach between us and wrap my hand around his engorged cock.
He sucks in a breath, the smirk disappearing. With a growl, he lifts me and presses my back against the tile.
“Kiss me,” I demand, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.
He obeys. His tongue massages mine with rough, needy strokes as I taste my own release. As his large hands knead my ass, I rub myself on his rock-hard cock.
He presses into me. “I need to feel your bare pussy, Angel. I’m clean.” His voice is a husky murmur.
“Me too. And I’m on the pill,” I whisper into his mouth.
He plunges his tongue back into my mouth with a throaty moan of satisfaction, as he lines up the crown of his cock with one hand and thrusts inside me.
I whimper as my core spasms around him. Then force myself to relax.
“Fuck, you feel so good. So so good, baby.” He rolls his hips, sinking deeper. The slight burn quickly turns to pleasure with each inch that fills me. When he’s seated all the way in, he growls, “Hold on tight.”
I tighten my arms around his neck.
He drags his length out and then slams back into me.
My breathing comes hard and fast, matching his as the powerful snap of his hips drives his cock deep inside me over and over.
