While warm water cascades down my body, I rest, appreciating the way it relaxes my muscles.
When the glass door opens, I snap my head up. Steam swirls around Claire as she hesitates there, one foot poised at the entrance.
“This okay? It seems more efficient and better for the environment.”
I shake my head, smirking, then wrap one arm around her waist and gladly welcome her in.
My skin prickles with electricity when she stands between my legs, water sluicing over her belly and thighs.
Eyes closed, she tilts her head back, letting the water saturate her hair and face. As mascara runs down her cheeks, she reaches for a bottle and pumps an opaque soap into her palm, then rubs it on her face, washing the suds and residue away.
She’s beautiful when she’s bare. Both her body and her face.
“What did you do with the vibrator?” I ask, scanning her body.
“Oh, I took that sucker out a while ago.”
I arch a brow. “What did you do with it?”
“It wasn’t easy.” She giggles. “But I snuck it into my purse at the club.”
“That’s impressive,” I remark, joining in on the laughter. “Thank you for doing that for me, by the way.”
She peers down at me with a naughty look on her face. “You? I believe I was the one reaping all the benefits.”
I trail my fingers over her shoulders and down her arms, pausing at her wrists. “Trust me, I enjoyed that as much as you did.”
She purses her lips, like she doesn’t believe me, but I don’t letmy serious expression waver. I mean it. Getting her off brings me immense pleasure.
“You’re pretty great, you know that?” She combs through the hair on my chest, her delicate touch causing my dick to stir. “I believe,” she says, taking notice of my situation, “I promised we’d take care of this.”
“Is that so? And what did you have in mind?”
When she carefully drops to her knees, I suck in a sharp breath, my muscles locking up. She brushes her fingers along my cock, and my body responds immediately, swelling in anticipation. She tugs gently, and goose bumps break out all over my skin. Eyes shining up at me with desire, she shifts forward and rolls her tongue around my tip.
I hiss. “Fuck, Claire. That feels nice.”
She opens wide, sucking me in until I hit the back of her throat. Instinctively, I grasp the back of her head, holding her in place. She clutches my knees for stability and bobs up and down my length with expert care. I cup her jaw with one hand and thrust into her, grazing my cock along her cheek. She pops off, gulping in air, and circles both hands around my shaft. With one hand anchored at the base, she twists her other wrist at the top. The sensation is maddening. How does she know exactly how I like it?
When she adds her mouth to the movement, I push her back in haste, my heart skyrocketing.
She looks up at me, brow creased. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I grip my cock like it’s about to detonate and focus on my breathing. “Just. I don’t wanna come yet.”
Her lips curl up in a smirk, power flashing across her face. She’s a fucking minx and she knows it.
“Up,” I growl, and she obeys.
I suck a pert nipple into my mouth, greedily drinking the tepid water from her body like a parched man in the desert. Sheworks her way closer, straddling me with her knees on either side of me on the bench, then rewards me with a passionate kiss.
She rocks her clit against my hard length, rolling over me in the most torturous of ways.
When my crown slips and notches at her entrance, I gasp. “Fuck. Claire.”
One small adjustment from either of us, and I’d be inside her.
And suddenly, I can’t think about anything else. “Please,” I plead, “can I slide it in? Just the tip. Just for a little bit. I promise I won’t come inside you.”
