My breath catches. My own body feels like it's been lit from the inside. She’s not just inviting me. She’s performing for me.
Her fingers move between her legs, her breath hitching, her hips rocking into her own hand. She is a vision, a goddess, and I am a mere mortal, utterly captivated.
A sharp sound of appreciation escapes me.
Her head falls back, exposing the long line of her throat, as she moans and plucks her nipple with her other hand.
And then she lifts her fingers, slick and glistening, and holds them out to me, just like she did last night with the Nutella.
And just like last night, I cannot resist.
“You’re a goddamn menace,” I growl. I shove off the doorframe, remove my gun from my pocket and set it on the counter, and strip off my pants, all in one motion.
She laughs when I wrench open the glass door, a husky, delighted sound that turns into a gasp when I snatch her wrist firmly and yank her against me. Looking into her eyes, I close my lips around her fingers.
A wave of raw lust washes over me as her taste bursts on my tongue—tangy and sweet and so fucking hot, and I’m lost. I lick and suck, cleaning her fingers, my eyes locked on hers. Her pupils dilate, and her breath hitches.
I crowd her against the tiled wall, my body pressing into hers, my cock hard and insistent against her stomach.
"So fucking delicious," I rumble, and then I’m kissing her.
Her arm winds around my neck, holding me close. The kiss isn’t soft. It’s not sweet. It’s a desperate, hungry clash of teethand tongues, a frantic need to consume and be consumed. Her hands are in my hair, pulling, and I’m gripping her ass, lifting her, pressing her against the wall.
My cock is nestled between her legs, and I rock against her, the friction of her slick skin a delicious torture. She moans into my mouth, her hips bucking, and I can feel her wetness, her readiness.
I break the kiss, panting, and look at her. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips are swollen, and her eyes are dark with need.
"I want to taste you too," she says, her voice a low purr, and before I can process her words, she's pushing against my chest to make room.
She drops to her knees in front of me, the water cascading over her shoulders, and my breath hitches.
I've had this fantasy. I've had it a hundred times since the night we met. Since the first time she took me into her mouth.
But this… this is so much better than any fantasy.
She looks up at me through her wet lashes, and then her tongue darts out, flicking against the tip of my cock.
A guttural groan rips from my chest.
She smiles, a slow, seductive curve of her lips, and then she takes me into her mouth.
Heat. Wet heat. Unbelievable, mind-blowing heat.
She takes me deep, her tongue swirling around my shaft, and I have to brace my hands against the wall to keep from collapsing. My head falls forward, and I close my eyes, just… feeling.
Her lips are tight around me, her suction perfect. She bobs her head, her movements fluid and confident, and her hands are on my thighs, her nails digging into my skin.
"Fuck, Elsa," I gasp, grabbing hold of her wet hair, letting it tangle in my fingers. "Your mouth is… fuck."
She moans around my cock, the vibrations shooting straight to my balls. I look down at her, at the sight of my dick disappearing between her lips, at the way her cheeks hollow as she sucks, and I feel a surge of lust and love for this woman, so perfect for me. So powerful it almost brings me to my knees.
I’m a goner. I’m completely, utterly hers.
She increases her pace, her head bobbing faster, her tongue working its magic, and I can feel my orgasm building, a taut string in me.
"Touch yourself, Elsa," I growl, my voice rough with need. "Touch that beautiful pussy for me while you suck my cock."
She slides one hand between her legs, and I can hear the soft, wet sounds of her fingers sliding through her folds as she touches herself. I feel her moan around me as her movementsquicken.
