I leaned over her. “Let me warm you up another way. Sex is better in cold water. If it’s too hot, you’ll faint.”
She clung to me as I kissed her. She made a needy sound when I leaned back.
“Warmer?”
“Much,” she said and licked her lips. Then she stared not up at me but directly ahead. “I guess the cold water hasn’t done you any disservice.”
“The cold gets the blood flowing,” I said.
Then she did look up at me. Holly was the picture of desire—her wet hair in her face, the fullness of her tits, her perky nipples. She leaned forward, her legs spreading slightly and giving me a flash of dark pink.
She put her lips around my cock. I hissed as she slowly took me into her mouth inch by inch then moved her head back, sliding my cock out of her mouth. I bit down a curse as she licked the slit on the tip then took me into her mouth again, her head bobbing as she hummed. It was all I could do not to combust. I gently massaged her scalp, loving the way her hair tangled around my fingers.
I blinked, the cold water running down my back. The humming echoed around the marble shower.
“Are you singing 'Jingle Bell Rock'?”
She looked up at me craftily and winked. That was it. I needed her now.
I pulled her off my cock. She squeaked as I pulled her forward on the bench, spreading her legs then stroking her pussy, the heat a sharp contrast from the cold of the shower.
She was wet, and she moaned when I rubbed her clit as I put on the condom. I grabbed her hips, angling her toward me as I thrust my hard cock into her tight, hot pussy. Holly wrapped her arms around me, kissing me.
“Your thick cock feels so good in my pussyandmy mouth,” she whispered, planting sloppy kisses along my jaw. “I want every thick, hard inch of you.”
I kissed her hungrily as I fucked her.
“You like it when I talk dirty, don't you?” she panted in my ear.
I couldn’t fuck her as fast as I wanted to, since I didn’t need to slip and fall. I pulled out of her, and she moaned as I turned her around to get better leverage. I bent her over, and she spread her legs. I pressed my mouth to her hot pussy, licking her, teasing her clit with my tongue.
“Fuck me,” she demanded, her hips making needy little circles.
I stood back up, grabbing her hips, then I jackhammered into her. Holly leaned over the bench, moaning loudly as I filled her with my cock. She begged for every inch, and I gave it to her.
I tangled my fingers in her hair as I fucked her. Another hand reached around, teasing her clit, making her whimper. I knew she was close from the way her pussy tightened around my cock. I hissed as I felt her come around me, then I came too.
“You're right,” Holly said, panting as the cold water washed away the signs of our lovemaking. “Cold showers are very invigorating.”
*
I wrapped Holly in a huge,fluffy bathrobe and carried her into the living room. There was a full spread of brunch set out along with pitchers of mimosas.
“I figured you might want a brunch that you didn’t have to prepare.”
“Hell yeah! Plus,” she said, “all this sex makes me really hungry.”
“So,” I said carefully as we sat down to eat. “Any plans for after the bake-off?”
“I’m not sure,” she said, taking a bite of her eggs Benedict. “It sort of depends on if I win.”
“Several people seem like they have jobs for you.”
“Yeah…”
“Thinking about opening a restaurant?” I asked, hoping she would declare that she wanted to stay in Manhattan with me.
“I don’t know. Maybe I should travel. If I lose, I’m not sure I want to stay in Manhattan,” she said nonchalantly. “Maybe I’ve flamed out. I was thinking I should take a sabbatical and try to land a job in fine dining in Paris or Milan.”
