with his fingertip. “But this is good, too. Seeing you harden. Seeing the pink turn darker when you become more excited.”
She pulled in a tight breath. She loved to hear him say these things to her.
“Dante . . .”
“What is it?”
“Come on . . .”
He laughed, a low, sexy sound. “Come on, what?”
“Come on and really touch me. I want to feel your hands on me. I want to feel how different it is in the water.”
He laughed again, a low chuckle. “Fucking perfect,” he murmured as he cupped both her breasts in his hands, sliding them over her skin.
“Oh, that’s good . . .” She closed her eyes, giving herself over to the sensation.
It was different. Not that she’d never had sex in the shower before. But she’d never focused on the slickness before. On the difference. Not with any other man.
Dante made her see things differently. Feel things in a whole new light. And it was mind-blowing.
“Yeah, I like that,” he said. “Keep your eyes closed, Kara. Don’t move.”
She melted all over at the authority in his voice. At being told what to do.
Maybe he was right about what it did to her head. But she couldn’t think about it. Desire was like a tide, pouring through her in a drenching wave as the water ran over her skin.
“Stand there, yes . . . and spread your thighs for me. Good girl.”
A small shiver at that.
Good girl .
She couldn’t think now about why she loved hearing those words so much.
Then she couldn’t think at all as she felt a spray of water against her cleft.
“Oh . . .”
“Hold still, Kara,” he said again, and she schooled herself to stop squirming.
She let her lashes flutter open for one moment, saw him kneeling in front of her, the shining chrome shower wand in one hand, a bar of soap in the other. And as she closed her eyes once more, he began to wash her.
She’d never experienced anything like it. He soaped her up with his hand, his fingers slippery. Lovely. Massaging her pussy lips until she thought she would die of sensation. She had to bite her lip in order to keep still for him. Her breath was a heavy, panting rasp in her chest.
“You like this,” he said. “I can feel your flesh swelling under my touch. I can see how plump your clit is. So pretty.”
He massaged her clitoris, and she gasped.
“Ah!”
“Shh, Kara. Be still. Be quiet for me. You can do it.”
The warm spray of water over her cleft then, and the pleasure was like silk. Sleek, sinuous, shimmering through her body.
She took in a breath, held it as he moved the water away and went back to work with his slippery hand.
“Spread wider,” he ordered, and she did it without question.
Her mind was going to some misty place, she realized. Sort of emptying out. Going quiet. Like a soft, white noise in her head.
“Good, Kara,” Dante told her. “Hold still now.”
Water at the apex of her thighs again, but sharper this time, the hard pummeling of a massage cycle aimed right at her clitoris.
She had to lock her legs, had to hold back her climax.
“Do you need to come?” he asked her.
“Yes . . . now!”
“Not now, Kara. Hold on to it. Hold yourself at that edge. Hold it until I tell you I want you to come.”
“God . . .”
But she swallowed, nodded. Steeled herself against the onslaught of sensation.
“Think about everything you’re feeling. Separate it out,” he instructed, his voice gone soft. “The water from the shower overhead. My hand on you. My voice. The texture of the soap. Have you ever felt anything so slippery in your life? I don’t think I have. The soap and how unbelievably wet your pussy is right now. Incredible.”
She tried to do as he said. In her mind, she took a moment to recognize each sensation by itself. It seemed to make it all build, multiply. She took in a deep breath, held it in her lungs.
“Good girl, Kara. That’s it. Think about the pleasure building inside you. And hold it back. Hold it together. For me , Kara.”
“Yes,”
She pulled in a tight breath. She loved to hear him say these things to her.
“Dante . . .”
“What is it?”
“Come on . . .”
He laughed, a low, sexy sound. “Come on, what?”
“Come on and really touch me. I want to feel your hands on me. I want to feel how different it is in the water.”
He laughed again, a low chuckle. “Fucking perfect,” he murmured as he cupped both her breasts in his hands, sliding them over her skin.
“Oh, that’s good . . .” She closed her eyes, giving herself over to the sensation.
It was different. Not that she’d never had sex in the shower before. But she’d never focused on the slickness before. On the difference. Not with any other man.
Dante made her see things differently. Feel things in a whole new light. And it was mind-blowing.
“Yeah, I like that,” he said. “Keep your eyes closed, Kara. Don’t move.”
She melted all over at the authority in his voice. At being told what to do.
Maybe he was right about what it did to her head. But she couldn’t think about it. Desire was like a tide, pouring through her in a drenching wave as the water ran over her skin.
“Stand there, yes . . . and spread your thighs for me. Good girl.”
A small shiver at that.
Good girl .
She couldn’t think now about why she loved hearing those words so much.
Then she couldn’t think at all as she felt a spray of water against her cleft.
“Oh . . .”
“Hold still, Kara,” he said again, and she schooled herself to stop squirming.
She let her lashes flutter open for one moment, saw him kneeling in front of her, the shining chrome shower wand in one hand, a bar of soap in the other. And as she closed her eyes once more, he began to wash her.
She’d never experienced anything like it. He soaped her up with his hand, his fingers slippery. Lovely. Massaging her pussy lips until she thought she would die of sensation. She had to bite her lip in order to keep still for him. Her breath was a heavy, panting rasp in her chest.
“You like this,” he said. “I can feel your flesh swelling under my touch. I can see how plump your clit is. So pretty.”
He massaged her clitoris, and she gasped.
“Ah!”
“Shh, Kara. Be still. Be quiet for me. You can do it.”
The warm spray of water over her cleft then, and the pleasure was like silk. Sleek, sinuous, shimmering through her body.
She took in a breath, held it as he moved the water away and went back to work with his slippery hand.
“Spread wider,” he ordered, and she did it without question.
Her mind was going to some misty place, she realized. Sort of emptying out. Going quiet. Like a soft, white noise in her head.
“Good, Kara,” Dante told her. “Hold still now.”
Water at the apex of her thighs again, but sharper this time, the hard pummeling of a massage cycle aimed right at her clitoris.
She had to lock her legs, had to hold back her climax.
“Do you need to come?” he asked her.
“Yes . . . now!”
“Not now, Kara. Hold on to it. Hold yourself at that edge. Hold it until I tell you I want you to come.”
“God . . .”
But she swallowed, nodded. Steeled herself against the onslaught of sensation.
“Think about everything you’re feeling. Separate it out,” he instructed, his voice gone soft. “The water from the shower overhead. My hand on you. My voice. The texture of the soap. Have you ever felt anything so slippery in your life? I don’t think I have. The soap and how unbelievably wet your pussy is right now. Incredible.”
She tried to do as he said. In her mind, she took a moment to recognize each sensation by itself. It seemed to make it all build, multiply. She took in a deep breath, held it in her lungs.
“Good girl, Kara. That’s it. Think about the pleasure building inside you. And hold it back. Hold it together. For me , Kara.”
“Yes,”
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