“Oh, really…?” he says, his voice charged with seduction, as he slides his hands onto my breasts. He massages them gently, as I feel a wave of excitement lapping at my body.
This man is the definition of sex.
“Weren’t you supposed to be giving me a massage?”
“I am. I just never specified which part of you I’d be massaging.”
“Sure,” I comment.
I’m certain he works with the devil. His hands run over me slowly, their pressure increasing, before leaving my breasts and heading a little lower.
“Nick,” I moan.
“I want to massage you everywhere.”
His fingers slip inside me seamlessly. He moves them slowly, as if he really were massaging me, before reaching the most hidden part of me, making me move against his hand.
“Yeah…that’s right…” he whispers into my ear, making me tremble. “Take them, Casey. Do what you want with them,” he murmurs, pushing as deeply as he can, making me arch my back towards him. His other hand moves back up to my breasts, tormenting one of my hard, swollen nipples.
“Nick,” I growl, guttural.
“I can’t help but touch you.”
His fingers, pushing deeply again.
“You know what I want to do now?”
“Aren’t you already doing it?”
He pulls his fingers away and turns me towards him, gently pushing me back until I’m lying stretched out, his head ducking down under the surface, between my thighs. I almost cry out the moment his mouth touches me. He nibbles at me, showing me exactly what he wants, before coming slowly back up for air. Water is sliding down his face, droplets settling onto his lips; his hair is plastered to his forehead. He’s there, in all his seductive splendour. He grabs my legs and throws them over his shoulders, as I let my head fall back onto the side of the jacuzzi.
“Nick…” This time, it escapes me like a prayer.
“I’m hungry…and I want dessert.”
“Oh, God!” I yell, as soon as his mouth presses against my clit.
I grip onto the side of the tub as his hands start to graze my inner thigh, before brushing lightly against my clit with his fingers, making their way inside me. His tongue is suddenly inside, too, suffocating me with desire.
I can’t help but watch the scene in front of me. His head is moving between my legs; I’m overcome by the sensation of having him totally inside me. It’s an intimacy I could never have imagined; but it’s exactly what I want.
His tongue plays with my clitoris, his fingers tormenting me, faster, more insistent. His beard tickles against my skin as his mouth devours me, his hands pushing me closer and closer to the edge. As soon as I feel him sucking at my swollen pussy – as if it really were his favourite dessert – I feel my body start to shake, my mind finding its way into a point of no return. His fingers are penetrating, his hot, wet mouth pressing against me; I let myself go completely, letting the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever felt shudder through my being.
Because no one has ever loved me like this.
No one else is Nick O’Connor.
He watches me excitedly as I moan, panting, before finally calming down. He lets go of my body and I float gently back into the water, as Nick comes closer to me, pressing his lips against mine. I can feel from that kiss how much he enjoyed it – and how much he wants to do it again.
“I love watching you enjoy yourself,” he says, his voice so seductive that it makes me tremble again.
“And I love this jacuzzi.”
“And I love how you look inside it. And the way you come…” he says, going back to my lips. “I promise I’ll make you come the second we step foot into the new house.”
I look at him, confused. “New house?”
“Didn’t I tell you?”
