“I turned it on when we got here.” His dry tone said I was being a smart ass. “From my phone.”
“Well, aren’t you fancy.” Secretly, it thrilled me that he’d planned ahead. That he wanted to bring me in here.
He tugged me against his body. “I also verified that Shayla wasn’t home. Security system.”
“You give Big Brother a whole new meaning.”
“What can I say. I like to have eyes all over the place.” His hands slid suggestively over my curves, like they were replacing his eyes. The only lighting was a soft strip of light near the ceiling, and I could barely see him in the mist.
He took me by the hand, led me over to a bench and sat down, pulling me onto his lap. Facing him, so I could straddle him on my knees. I felt the thick towel he’d sat us down on as I got into position; very thoughtful.
Then I took his hard length inside me, immediately and hungrily, when he angled himself so I could. I started riding him with hungered abandon, but realized quickly that wouldn’t fly in a steam room. It was way too fucking hot, the air too thick.
“There’s no rush, sweetheart,” Johnny murmured, rubbing my shoulders with his strong hands. “And you don’t want to exert yourself, it’s too hot.” He kneaded the muscles of my back as his words and the steam soothed me, and I turned limp, riding him languidly.
“This is gonna be… the laziest lay of your life,” I said dreamily, slumping against him.
I felt him smile as he kissed my neck.
“How am I gonna make you come…?” I complained drunkenly.
“It really won’t take much.”
“No…?”
“Just be you.”
Ugh. The things this guy said. I didn’t even care if they were lines. They fucking worked.
“Was that a line?” I tried to be mad about it, but I was melting too fast. Goddamn, it was steamy in here.
Johnny’s hand slid up my back to knead the back of my neck, and if I’d let my mouth fall open I’d be drooling all over him. “It’s not a line if it’s sincere, Angel,” he whispered in my ear. “All you have to do to get me off is be you,” he repeated.
“Why are you so delicious?” My mouth smashed into his before he could answer as I attacked him with a slow, delirious kiss. We melted into a steamy, gyrating mass of pleasure, until suddenly he broke the kiss.
“Stop,” he warned.
“Why?”
“Don’t make me come.”
“Why not? I’m on birth control.” I looked into his eyes as well as I could, but it was so steamy and dark in here, it was like we were smoldering in a volcano. “It’s about trust, remember?”
“I trust you. I just don’t want you to feel…”
“I know what I want to feel.” I kept riding him, driving him to the edge.
“Just… slow down, baby…” he panted, his hands sliding up and down my back. I knew he wanted to make it last.
I didn’t listen. In my opinion, he was done giving the commands. For now.
I tightened my arms around him, kissing him deep—but my hips sped up. I fucked him in fast, shallow swallows, my pussy gorging on his cock, giving him no chance to resist…
“Slow,” he panted against my mouth.
“Nope. Not slowing. Not stopping. Unless you wanna toss me off…”
Too late.
