“Light saber,” she snorted.
“I’m about to wipe that snark right off your hot little lips.” He sat up and grabbed his shaft. “This is a cock.”
“I need thatcockinside me.”
So much fire radiated from his eyes. “Yes, you do.” With his gaze cemented on hers, he placed his face between her legs.
Reaching over her head, she gripped the bench. The eroticism tore through her. Her world spun away. Surrounded by suffocating heat, she sucked down breath after breath as she writhed from the unrelenting pleasure. He licked her folds, thrust his tongue inside and moaned. His guttural sounds shot right to the deepest, darkest part of her. “Oh, God, I like how you do that.” Her sultry voice ripped through the silence.
The pleasure skyrocketed when he thrust thick fingers inside her slickened core. Her eyes flew open and she lifted her head. His face—hisface—buried between her legs was too much. He stopped, his thumb poised over her clitoris, and gazed into her eyes. “Do you like what I’m doing to you?”
She loved it. “Yes. Don’t stop.”
“I want you to come for me.” His commanding voice hurtled her toward a crescendo.
Then, he buried his face between her legs. Her orgasm started low in her belly and she cried out, waves of ecstasy pounding through her. Shattered, she slowly drifted back to earth. How could being with the wrong man feel so right?
He rewarded her with a smoldering kiss. In one graceful movement he added water to the rocks. “No snarky remark?” He laid another charged kiss on her lips, then straddled the bench.
“Me? Snarky?” she rasped. Feeling sated, she sat up and straddled the bench, facing him. As she pressed her mouth to his shoulder, his salty skin piqued her taste buds. He cupped her face and kissed her.
“My turn.” She knelt on a folded towel.
Lust poured from his heavy-lidded eyes and she couldn’t wait to taste him. She placed her mouth around the smooth head of his cock and twirled her tongue over his sensitive skin. On a long, slow moan, she eased him inside.
The more she pleasured him, the louder he moaned. And the more ravenous her need became. When his juices seeped into her mouth, her insides quivered. Though she desperately wanted to finish what she’d started, she needed to prove a point, so she slowed to a stop and pulled him out. He’d tilted his face to watch her, his chocolate-brown eyes black with desire.
He gave her a crooked smile. “Wow, that felt great.”
Checking his swimsuit pockets for a condom, she found one. “You’re a naughty boy, you know that?”
With an expression of complete confidence, he nodded, slowly. Straddling the bench, she ripped the packet and sheathed him.
“I’m all yours.” His gravelly voice made her wetter still.
She wanted to bury him inside her and ride him hard. Instead, she lifted off the bench, positioned him at her opening and with his shaft in hand, rubbed him over her sensitive folds. Back and forth she teased, placing his head inside, then pulling him out. Her thighs burned from holding up her weight, but she wouldn’t give in to the pain.
As soon as she pressed her lips to his, euphoria spread through her like wildfire. With each stroke of her tongue, she picked up speed, building to a ravenous pace.
Panting, Colton squeezed her waist. “Take me inside you.”
“No.” Her breath came in short, fast bursts.
Raking his hands down her back, his cock grew firmer. She tightened her grip around his shaft, positioned his head at her opening and, at last, took him inside.
“Oh, Brigit,” he growled. “You feel so fucking good.”
With him deep inside, she stilled. As he cracked open his eyes, a faraway look lit up his handsome face. Then, gyrating slowly, she rocked forward and up, taking him, again and again. Gasping for air between kisses, she rode him so hard she thought she’d pass out from the pleasure.
“You’re making me come,” he bit out. The orgasm tore through him and he tightened his embrace, his body rocking with ecstasy. When he stopped, he clasped both arms around her back and rested his forehead against her chest. Holding him securely in her arms felt good and she caressed his back while they caught their breath.
Once quieted, he raised his head and gazed into her eyes. “You’re amazing and that was—that was,wow,” he murmured. “I needed control, but you wouldn’t give it to me.”
She smoothed his hair out of his face. Speaking softly, she said, “Even though I took control, you still benefited greatly from the outcome, didn’t you?”
Searching her face, he stayed silent for a long moment. “Point well taken.”
Neither made any move to separate, and stayed entwined until he slipped out. In a satisfied and peaceful silence, they dressed. Exiting the sauna, Brigit caught a glimpse of someone, shrouded in black, rushing out the door. Bile rose and she swallowed, hard.
