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her all the way inside the bath.
“You’re getting wet.” She splashed water at him to make sure. A hesitant smile tilted the corners of her mouth, and he understood that she was holding back, waiting for him to show what he wanted.
“Don’t get too comfortable,” he warned her. “I’m getting in with you.”
Elation streaked down his limbs as he left her and quickly discarded his clothing on the single chair in the room. It seemed so easy now, so clear in his mind. What was the point of denying what he needed so badly, what they both wanted?
He returned, pausing at the bathroom door. Cat turned to look at him. Water cascaded from her shoulders and ran in rivulets down her breasts. Her skin gleamed wet. Her lips parted as she stared at him, her eyes dark with passion. For a long moment, Brock stood still, admiring her.
His, to conquer.
Not taking his eyes off her, he moved up to the tub and lifted one foot inside. The heat gripped his flesh and reverberated up to his groin.
“Scoot over,” he ordered.
She sat up, and he fitted his large frame inside, reclining against the end. He made space for her, but instead of settling between his legs as he had expected, her back to his chest, she stretched on her side beside him, partly in the narrow gap by his side and partly draped over him, one leg folded beneath his knees and he other hooked over them.
He slipped his arm around her. “Are you getting warm?”
“Yes,” she murmured. Her hand traveled up his torso, slippery with water. A thousand small explosions raced down his abdomen. His arousal stirred amid the clouds of bath foam. He tipped his head back and groaned out loud.
“Tell me what to do,” Cat said. “I’m not…experienced.”
Fatigue swamped him. Part of it was a release of the fear he’d felt for her safety, and the heat lapping over his skin, but deep down his relaxation came from the sweet surrender in the fight to resist her and ignore his own physical needs.
“Have you ever…?” he asked.
Cat shook her head. Her eyes drifted down his body, came to a halt at his straining shaft. “The thought has never appealed to me before,” she said in a low voice.
“And now it does?”
“Oh yes.” She shimmied like a lizard down his chest. “Very much.”
Water rippled and sloshed as she moved. His muscles tightened with fierce anticipation. He withdrew his arm from around her and placed both his hands on her head. With gentle but insistent pressure, he brought her down to his straining cock.
“Open your mouth,” he told her. Then he released her and stretched his arms along the sides of the tub, leaving her to decide whether to engage in the act or not.
A tremor ran though him as her lips closed around him. After the heat of the bath, the inside of her mouth felt cool, and the contrast magnified his lust. From the first sight, she’d been full of contradictions. Prim and sexy, demure and forward. Her unpredictability kept him on edge, his mind constantly on her and what she might do next.
“Run your lips up and down.” His voice was hoarse.
She obeyed the instruction, tentatively at first. Gaining confidence, she began to swirl her tongue over the bulbous end. One of her hands crept up from beneath and cupped his balls.
“Jesus, Cat,” he groaned. “What are you doing to me?”
She emitted a low sound in her throat and picked up speed. Her teeth scraped his flesh, but he didn’t care, didn’t give a damn about anything but the explosion that was building up at the base of his spine.
Without any prompting from his part, she shifted to a kneeling position between his legs. The angle took him deeper into her mouth, gave more friction. He caught her head in his hands, gripped the sides to hold her still, his cock buried between her lips. With a few quick thrusts of his hips, he climbed the final steps toward release.
The world went dark around him. A harsh cry tore from his chest. Pleasure streaked along his nerves, raw
“You’re getting wet.” She splashed water at him to make sure. A hesitant smile tilted the corners of her mouth, and he understood that she was holding back, waiting for him to show what he wanted.
“Don’t get too comfortable,” he warned her. “I’m getting in with you.”
Elation streaked down his limbs as he left her and quickly discarded his clothing on the single chair in the room. It seemed so easy now, so clear in his mind. What was the point of denying what he needed so badly, what they both wanted?
He returned, pausing at the bathroom door. Cat turned to look at him. Water cascaded from her shoulders and ran in rivulets down her breasts. Her skin gleamed wet. Her lips parted as she stared at him, her eyes dark with passion. For a long moment, Brock stood still, admiring her.
His, to conquer.
Not taking his eyes off her, he moved up to the tub and lifted one foot inside. The heat gripped his flesh and reverberated up to his groin.
“Scoot over,” he ordered.
She sat up, and he fitted his large frame inside, reclining against the end. He made space for her, but instead of settling between his legs as he had expected, her back to his chest, she stretched on her side beside him, partly in the narrow gap by his side and partly draped over him, one leg folded beneath his knees and he other hooked over them.
He slipped his arm around her. “Are you getting warm?”
“Yes,” she murmured. Her hand traveled up his torso, slippery with water. A thousand small explosions raced down his abdomen. His arousal stirred amid the clouds of bath foam. He tipped his head back and groaned out loud.
“Tell me what to do,” Cat said. “I’m not…experienced.”
Fatigue swamped him. Part of it was a release of the fear he’d felt for her safety, and the heat lapping over his skin, but deep down his relaxation came from the sweet surrender in the fight to resist her and ignore his own physical needs.
“Have you ever…?” he asked.
Cat shook her head. Her eyes drifted down his body, came to a halt at his straining shaft. “The thought has never appealed to me before,” she said in a low voice.
“And now it does?”
“Oh yes.” She shimmied like a lizard down his chest. “Very much.”
Water rippled and sloshed as she moved. His muscles tightened with fierce anticipation. He withdrew his arm from around her and placed both his hands on her head. With gentle but insistent pressure, he brought her down to his straining cock.
“Open your mouth,” he told her. Then he released her and stretched his arms along the sides of the tub, leaving her to decide whether to engage in the act or not.
A tremor ran though him as her lips closed around him. After the heat of the bath, the inside of her mouth felt cool, and the contrast magnified his lust. From the first sight, she’d been full of contradictions. Prim and sexy, demure and forward. Her unpredictability kept him on edge, his mind constantly on her and what she might do next.
“Run your lips up and down.” His voice was hoarse.
She obeyed the instruction, tentatively at first. Gaining confidence, she began to swirl her tongue over the bulbous end. One of her hands crept up from beneath and cupped his balls.
“Jesus, Cat,” he groaned. “What are you doing to me?”
She emitted a low sound in her throat and picked up speed. Her teeth scraped his flesh, but he didn’t care, didn’t give a damn about anything but the explosion that was building up at the base of his spine.
Without any prompting from his part, she shifted to a kneeling position between his legs. The angle took him deeper into her mouth, gave more friction. He caught her head in his hands, gripped the sides to hold her still, his cock buried between her lips. With a few quick thrusts of his hips, he climbed the final steps toward release.
The world went dark around him. A harsh cry tore from his chest. Pleasure streaked along his nerves, raw
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