"Are you being real right now?"
I cup her face in my hands as the water beats a warm path over my back. "I have wanted you for a long time. I wanted you that night when you were seventeen, Brynn, but I didn't take the chance. I was too chicken shit to do it and that haunted me for a long time."
Her gaze drops. I know she's taking in my body. "I've never been with a man like you before."
"Like me?" I question because this is a one shot deal. I get to hear her first impression of my body this one time and I want to remember every single word of it since I have no intention of ever showing this to another woman again.
"Every part of you is so hard and strong." Her hands run over my chest. "It's not just your chest or your abs or every other part. It's all of it. Even your heart is strong."
"Can I look at you now?"
Her head pops back up. "You haven't looked yet?"
I see a flash of panic over her expression. I don't know why she's worried. I already know that I'm in the presence of something I've never experienced before. I haven't felt anything even close to this with another woman.
I let my eyes slide down her face to her neck before I take in her breasts. They're plump and round, her nipples a pale shade of pink. The rest of her is just as magnificent. Smooth skin anda small strip of trimmed dark hair that leads to what I'm craving right now more than anything.
"Can I touch you?" I whisper into the air between us. "I want to feel you come on my fingers."
Her cheeks are pink but I can't tell if she's blushing or if it's from the warmth of the water. "Please."
That's all I need. I wrap my arm around her waist, pull her close to me and kiss her mouth exactly the way I want to kiss the rest of her.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Brynn
I thinkI came apart in less than a minute. Smith touched me in a way I've never been touched before, even by myself. I didn't stop him when his hand slid down my belly and he tapped me on each thigh. He wanted me to part my legs for him, so I did. I leaned back on the shower wall, grabbed hold of his shoulders and let him use his fingers to bring me to an orgasm.
Although, for the record, there should be a word that describes an orgasm that is better than the best.
A moregasm is what I'm going to call it and Smith Booth is the man who invented it.
"You're beautiful when you come, Brynn." He pulls me closer to him. We're in his bed now. He took me by the hand and brought me here after I came in the shower. I didn't think my legs would hold me up but they did.
I like that he thinks so. I have no idea what my face looks like when it happens. All I know is that if he hadn't been there to hold me up, I would have crashed to the shower floor in a puddle of pure mush.
I reach down to touch the tip of his cock. It's still hard. It's still just as large as it was when I first saw it in the shower. It has to be at least nine inches, thick and heavily veined. "Can I taste it?"
He pushes the sheet that's covering us both down revealing his erection. "I can't promise that I won't come as soon as your lips touch me, but I'm willing to risk it."
I haven't given more than a half dozen blowjobs total in my life. It's intimate. In many ways, to me, it feels more intimate than actual fucking. I want it though. I've been daydreaming about wrapping my lips around it since I saw it in the shower.
I scoot down the bed and press a soft kiss to his stomach before I wrap my hand around him. My fingers don't quite touch my thumb. Seeing that sends a jolt of heat to my core. I know it's going to burn when he's inside me. "I like it."
"You like it?" He chuckles. "Thank fuck because it's all I have to work with."
I look up at his face. He's so handsome, much more handsome than he was eight years ago. He's grown into himself. He's comfortable and content, and right now, he's all mine.
I lick the tip of his cock gently, savoring the salty taste of his flesh. It rocks in my hand, an angry signal that he's beyond the point of arousal. He's primed for a fuck. I am too, but I want this to last. I don't know what's going to happen tomorrow and if this is my only taste of him, I want to enjoy every second of this.
"Suck it, Petal. I need it."
I moan softly as I close my mouth over it and slide my lips down. I push back my body's urge to stop. I go past that. I feel him harden even more when the tip barely brushes the back of my throat.
"Goddammit," he grits out in a low, rough and sexy-as-sin tone. "If I blow this down your pretty little throat, forgive me, but it's too good. It's just too fucking good."
I suck harder, my head moving up and down with his hands tangled in my hair to guide me. His hips rock, my hands glide; the pace frantic and then relaxed and I when I hear the low growl from deep inside of him and sense his balls tighten, I firm my grip.
