Holy shit. He knows what I’ve been up to. But, of course, he does. The evidence is currently on my finger, pulsing against my clit.
My breath hitches. “You’re all I thought about.”
A hint of a smile crests his perfect lips. “I hope to fuck you left a goddamn mess all over my sheets.”
I swallow hard as my finger vibe circles the most sensitive part of me. “I was going to wash them before you got home.”
His eyelids droop into a glare. “That, sweetheart, should earn you a spanking. I want every drop of you soaking my bed.”
Dear god, this man…I force my voice into a coolness I don’t feel in the slightest.
“A spanking?” He nods, looking like the very definition of smug. I lift my chin in defiance. “Maybe I thought about that too.”
His blue irises flare with interest. “Hmmm, during this little fantasy of yours, was I fucking you or eating your cunt?”
I wet my lips with my tongue. “Fucking me.”
Phoenix’s eyes drift down my body, returning a long moment later to my face. “And how was I fucking you?”
My throat goes dry at the memory, and I swallow hard. “From behind. Hard and fast.”
He lets out a half-sigh, half-groan, and his head tilts back, though his eyes never leave mine. “That’s a favorite of mine too. Sinking into your drenched pussy with my hands holding your hips in place while I stare down at your absolutely exquisite ass.”
The images conjured in my mind, along with the pure filth of his words, has me on the edge of an orgasm that threatens to break me in two. Steam billows up from the floor, surrounding Phoenix with an almost ethereal haze, but I can still see exactly what he’s doing.
The grip he has on his penis looks almost painful, and my vibrator is doing its job to perfection as I continue to work it over my sensitive bundle. I shudder, pinching my nipple harder as I try to speak, but the words come out broken.
“Phe… Oh… Coming.”
I press my heels into the floor for stability, watching the blur of Phoenix’s hand over his cock.
“That’s my good, perfect girl. Watching you come is making me… fuuuck!” The last word comes out as a roar, and a jet of his release bursts from the head and hits the glass between us. Even as I’m coming, calling his name, I watch that droplet slide down with aching slowness with a mesmerized gaze.
My breaths are ripped from my lungs as I tremble, curling my toes against the tiled floor for purchase. His free hand reaches out, leaving a handprint on the steamy glass as he uses it for balance. My gaze goesto his other hand, moving more slowly now and covered with his sticky cum.
Then I close my eyes because the sight has my mouth watering to taste him. I still haven’t gotten the chance to do that yet.
Before I’ve even recovered from the orgasm, I feel myself floating again… no, not floating… something else. Jerking my eyelids open, I see I’m upside down over Phoenix’s shoulder, and he’s carrying me into the enormous shower enclosure.
“Phoenix, what are you doing?” I shriek, swatting at his butt.
“Getting my girl. I’m fucking tired of waiting.”
Before I can complain that I’m too heavy, he sets me on my feet and backs me against the far wall where a vertical line of water jets spritz from tiny metal openings set in the tile.
His hot, slick body presses against my front, and his mouth hovers an inch from mine. “I’m tired of waiting to do this too.”
Then he kisses me, burying a hand in the hair at the base of my skull, and I can feel the longing with every lash of his tongue. I can imagine he feels the same from me because, oh… I’ve craved this. Cravedhimsince our night together almost two months ago.
His hair is drenched beneath my fingers as I tangle my hands in the dark locks, holding his mouth to mine. Not that he seems intent on stopping anytime soon. Phoenix plunders me like a man on death row enjoying his last meal. He’s still sporting a semi, which is sandwiched between our bellies.
I wrap my lips around his tongue, sucking on it as I pull back and put an inch of distance between us. He groans, a sound of bliss and need.
“Fuck, baby. The way I’ve imagined your lips around my cock like that.” His lips crook up into a half-smile so sexy it should be illegal. “That’s another favorite fantasy I’ve been dreaming of during my daily Jordie jack-off sessions.”
I giggle. “Let’s circle back to that. I’m confused. I thought you weren’t getting back until tomorrow.”
“Change of plans due to weather.” He presses his lips against my cheek, across my nose, and to the other cheek.
