It worked. The color sank down her chest like a sunset. I chased the pink with my lips, then back up with my tongue, letting my hands roam as Lena ran her hands over my shoulders, entwining her arms around my neck.
Once I’d straightened up, I took that fruity body wash and a loofah and soaped her up very, very thoroughly, letting my hands linger over sensitive flesh. Lena bit her lip, sucking in a sharp breath as I scrubbed gently up one thigh and down the other. When I was done, she returned the favor, soaping me up and rinsing me clean. The way she looked at me, eyes wide and wanting, told me exactly how she felt. She set the loofah aside and let her hands drift down my chest, over my abs, and across the soft hairs that led to my hardening cock.
“You can touch,” I whispered as she hesitated to go lower. “It won’t bite.”
The corner of her mouth twitched, and I knew she was taking my words as a challenge. “Imight.” With a firm, confident grip, she took my length in her hand, running her palm up and down the shaft. My cock grew rigid under her ministrations.
“God, you’re…”
“What?” I asked, taking her jaw in my hands to tilt her face to mine.
She shrugged. “Big? I always imagined?—”
“You imagined me, eh?” I said, giving her a smug grin.
She rolled her eyes. “Don’t say that as if you never did.”
“Nope,” I lied. “I’ve been a good and proper lad.”
She shook her head fondly. “We both know no one wouldeverdescribe you that way.”
“Tell me what you imagined,” I said, twisting my fingers in her hair. “Tell me about all your wicked little thoughts.”
“How big you were,” she said, her mouth dropping open as I tugged gently on her hair. “What you looked like. How heavy you would feel in my hand. I couldn’t help wondering what it would feel like to…”
“Say it,” I ordered.
She swallowed hard, sucking in a shallow breath as I let one hand drift around to cup her backside. Her eyes fluttered closed as I kneaded the flesh, pulling her against me until she could feel my hardness against her belly.
I pushed rivulets of hair out of her face. “You wondered what it would be like to have your boss’s cock inside you?”
Her eyelids snapped open, her blue eyes flashing, pupils blown wide. “Yes,” she whispered huskily.
“Don’t think about that,” I said. She frowned. “Think about what it’ll feel like to have yourhusband’scock inside you.”
“Weston,” she gasped as I caught her in a searing kiss, pressing the heel of my hand between her legs. She moaned as her fingernails clawed at my shoulders, as she arched against me, looking for friction. “Oh, God,” she cried, her eyes snapping closed again. “Oh,fuck!”
“I plan to,” I growled in response. I was aching for her, my cock needy and throbbing, but I wouldn’t take her here. I wanted to unravel her until she was screaming my name. Until she was hoarse and breathless and begging to come. I wanted her trembling beneath me.
I turned the water off and led her from the shower toward the shelf that held a pile of fluffy white towels. She twisted one around her hair and I scrubbed at my own, drying off as quickly as possible. The steam evaporated, the air significantly cooler outside the shower, and as my body flushed with goosebumps, I used the remaining logical part of my brain to ensure the hallway was clear before I whisked us around the corner to my room.
Once we were inside, I locked the door behind us and dragged her to me. I didn’t think I’d ever had a woman in here. Especially not a wet, naked one. Our towels puddled on the floor, and I clutched Lena close, kissing her until she sagged in my arms.
“Dizzy?” I asked.
“A little,” she admitted. “You’re awfully good with your tongue.”
“Aye, you’ve seen nothing yet,” I promised, nudging her toward the bed. She got the hint and climbed up, sinking into the plush comforter, her body calling to me. Before I let my desire run away from me, I turned and started searching out a pack of condoms.
“How old are those?” Lena questioned, sitting up on her elbows as I grabbed one out of the pocket of my suitcase.
“I packed them in Houston.”
“You thought you’d be getting lucky while you were here?” she said, one eyebrow arching.
“Itisour honeymoon.”
She threw a pillow at me.
