I watch as she reaches for the button on her pants. I lick my lips as she unhooks it and starts to slide her pants down her legs. They pool at her feet, and one foot at a time, she steps out of them. When she hooks her thumb under her underwear, I know it's my cue to leave. She still has her shirt on, but I suspect that won't be the case for long.
I slam my eyes shut to try to remain in control because all I want to do is rip that dang shirt off of her and join her in that tub just like she insinuated. But that's not the plan; that's not why I did this.
"Why do you have your eyes closed right now?"
"Because I'm scared of what I might do if I keep them open," I answer honestly because I feel out of control. And when she comes up to me and places my hand around her bare back, I almost snap.
"Don't you want to see me?" she teases as she slides my hand down to her bare ass. I think I almost come in my pants right then and there. I grip it with so much enthusiasm that it should have hurt her, but all she does is moan and lean even further into my touch.
I groan, tilting my head back to the ceiling. Only then do I open my eyes. "You are going to be the death of me, you know that? I'm trying to be a gentleman here."
"Who said I want a gentleman? Maybe I want to show my appreciation."
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Millie
He goes eerily still, and I giggle to myself. I don't know where this bold and forward Millie is coming from, but I'm enjoying her. I'm standing in front of the man that I love, completely naked and begging for him to look at me.
It's not a position that I thought I would find myself in tonight, but also not one that I'm mad about. I'm having entirely too much fun to be self-conscious; watching him squirm has quickly become one of my favorite pastimes.
He shifts to the side, finally showing some kind of sign of life, though his head is tilted back toward the ceiling. I watch in fascination as the long column of his throat moves as he swallows. Is Rowan Pierce nervous? Is that what is happening right now?
The thought spurs me forward with my endeavor. My hand glides down his back, following the sharp curve of his ass before coming to rest exactly where I want it.
He lets out a long, tortured groan before pumping his hips forward and pushing his long, straining, and unfortunately still covered cock into my awaiting hand. "Now, it's your turn."
He pulls back before placing his forehead on mine. "That's not why I did this. You deserve a moment of peace after a day like today."
I boldly reach for the button on his jeans. "I don't want peace and quiet. I want passion and a release." He doesn't pull away when I take his zipper and slide it down, nor does he protest when I start to push his jeans down his thighs.
His cock springs forward before his pants even reach the floor, eager and ready.
I want this man more than my next breath. If there was any doubt in my mind about what I wanted for tonight, it was obliterated at the very sight of his magnificent penis. That is purely my opinion, of course, and well, I know I don't really have any other penises to compare it to, but surely something of its size and stature would warrant this kind of reaction.
Because as soon as it pops free, my core tightens painfully, followed quickly by a flood of wetness. My mouth salivates at the sight. I want it everywhere at once: in my mouth, in my vagina, in my hand.All of it.
I don't stop and ask for permission as I reach out and grab it around its long, thick shaft. I don't let myself think about what it's going to feel like to have that thing shoved in me; that's a worry for later. Right now, I want to explore it in other ways.
"Take your shirt off, Rowan," I command as I squeeze his cock gently at first. When he groans in pleasure, it spurs me to continue. I add a little more pressure and start to slide my hand up and down the shaft.
"Yes, ma'am," he answers as he complies with my demand.
"That's better." My eyes dart all across his handsome and so freaking toned chest. If I were a man, I would have been jealous at the pure perfection that is Rowan Pierce. He's built like a statue, toned in all the right places, mouthwatering in every way.
"Am I doing it right?" I ask as I look down at my hand. It looks so small compared to him. I continue to squeeze and guide my hand back and forth. I even get brave enough to gently rub my thumb over his tip, he shivers in response.
"You're doing it so perfectly that I'm about to come undone, Daredevil."
I pick up my speed, squeeze, slide, swirl, repeat. My eyes leave where my hand is and go to his face because I want to watch his reaction when he really does come undone for me.
It doesn't take long before hot spurts of white liquid are hitting my hand and stomach. I moan in pure ecstasy as his face contorts in pleasure.
It's the single hottest moment of my life becauseI did that to him.He comes so hard his legs shake. "Fuck, Millie."
I smile as I finally let go, but only long enough to turn around and lead him to the tub. "I think it's time for a bath. I'm a little dirty." I bite the bottom of my lip in anticipation, more than ready to continue this.
"I never expected this," he says as he watches me lower myself down into the water. I was worried the water would grow cold because it took us too long to get in here, but I find it's the perfect temperature.
