She
was a Siren, a mermaid, ready to lure him to his doom. And he was more than
ready to be led.
He gently probed her opening, inserting the
tip of his finger into her channel. Her low moan penetrated every cell of his
body. Muscles tensed and swelled as his body readied itself to take her.
A bead of sweat rolled down his temple. The
green scrub shirt clung to his chest and torso. The front of his pants was
tented by his hard-on.
Neither of them spoke. It was as if they
were afraid to do so. Afraid it would snap the tenuous thread that was binding
them together. That was fine with him. He was a man of action. He had no pretty
words or poetry to give her.
He pushed his finger inward, gritting his
teeth hard when her cunt closed around it. Shit, that would feel incredible
wrapped around his dick. He pulled back and this time a second finger joined
the first. Her inner muscles tightened and then relaxed as he forged inward.
Missy was breathing heavy, her chest rising
faster. Her fingers were pale where they gripped the tub. A sense of anticipation
enveloped them.
He rubbed her clit with the pad of his
thumb, teasing the taut little nubbin as he eased his fingers in and out of her
snug channel. T.S. watched Missy’s face. A small frown appeared on her forehead
and he wanted to smooth away the lines with his fingers. She licked her lips
and he had to fight to keep from coming. He vowed he’d have those lips wrapped
around his cock someday. The appendage jerked in agreement with that plan.
Missy’s hips were rising to meet the thrust
of his fingers. His movements got faster and he pushed deeper, driving her
closer to the edge.
A low moan broke from her. Her cunt
constricted around his fingers. Her thighs clamped around his wrist. Her hips
jerked. He felt the hot flood of wet heat as she came. So uninhibited. So damn
beautiful. He watched until he knew he’d milked her orgasm for every last drop
of pleasure.
Then he carefully withdrew his hand. His
clothing was confining so he grabbed a handful of the cheap cotton fabric and
ripped the shirt over his head. He tossed it onto the tile floor where it was
immediately soaked by water that had overflowed while Missy had been coming.
She’d thrashed around quite a bit at the end, sending a nice curtain of water
over the edge and onto him.
He stood, ignoring the wet material
clinging to his hips and thighs. He pulled the plug and the water began to
drain from the tub. Missy’s eyes were wide open and she was watching him. He
couldn’t quite read her expression. Mixed with the sexual satisfaction was
something else. Whatever it was, it wasn’t important. Not now. The only thing
that mattered was getting her into bed.
He reached down and all but lifted her from
the tub. When she was standing on the tiled floor, he grabbed one of the thick,
fluffy towels from the shelf and began to pat her dry, being very careful of
the scratches just below her collarbone. Just seeing them made him angry. No
marks should mar such perfect skin. It was wrong on so many levels. He leaned
down and kissed the red marks.
“T.S.,” she began, her voice slightly
breathless with arousal.
He didn’t want to give her a chance to
think, to ask him to leave. He wrapped the towel around her and kissed her lush
mouth. Without her high heels he was taller than she was. She didn’t move at
first and he began to wonder if she was going to send him away after all.
He was just about to pull back when her
lips moved against his and her body shifted closer. He eased away from her long
enough to blow out the candles that were still flickering before returning to
her. Ignoring the pain in his arm, he walked them into the bedroom, all the
while kissing her.
He’d turned the small bedside lamp on
earlier and her bed beckoned. He unwound the towel, letting it fall to the
floor before he eased her down onto the thick mattress.
Missy felt as though she were in a dream.
The incident in the bathtub was like an
was a Siren, a mermaid, ready to lure him to his doom. And he was more than
ready to be led.
He gently probed her opening, inserting the
tip of his finger into her channel. Her low moan penetrated every cell of his
body. Muscles tensed and swelled as his body readied itself to take her.
A bead of sweat rolled down his temple. The
green scrub shirt clung to his chest and torso. The front of his pants was
tented by his hard-on.
Neither of them spoke. It was as if they
were afraid to do so. Afraid it would snap the tenuous thread that was binding
them together. That was fine with him. He was a man of action. He had no pretty
words or poetry to give her.
He pushed his finger inward, gritting his
teeth hard when her cunt closed around it. Shit, that would feel incredible
wrapped around his dick. He pulled back and this time a second finger joined
the first. Her inner muscles tightened and then relaxed as he forged inward.
Missy was breathing heavy, her chest rising
faster. Her fingers were pale where they gripped the tub. A sense of anticipation
enveloped them.
He rubbed her clit with the pad of his
thumb, teasing the taut little nubbin as he eased his fingers in and out of her
snug channel. T.S. watched Missy’s face. A small frown appeared on her forehead
and he wanted to smooth away the lines with his fingers. She licked her lips
and he had to fight to keep from coming. He vowed he’d have those lips wrapped
around his cock someday. The appendage jerked in agreement with that plan.
Missy’s hips were rising to meet the thrust
of his fingers. His movements got faster and he pushed deeper, driving her
closer to the edge.
A low moan broke from her. Her cunt
constricted around his fingers. Her thighs clamped around his wrist. Her hips
jerked. He felt the hot flood of wet heat as she came. So uninhibited. So damn
beautiful. He watched until he knew he’d milked her orgasm for every last drop
of pleasure.
Then he carefully withdrew his hand. His
clothing was confining so he grabbed a handful of the cheap cotton fabric and
ripped the shirt over his head. He tossed it onto the tile floor where it was
immediately soaked by water that had overflowed while Missy had been coming.
She’d thrashed around quite a bit at the end, sending a nice curtain of water
over the edge and onto him.
He stood, ignoring the wet material
clinging to his hips and thighs. He pulled the plug and the water began to
drain from the tub. Missy’s eyes were wide open and she was watching him. He
couldn’t quite read her expression. Mixed with the sexual satisfaction was
something else. Whatever it was, it wasn’t important. Not now. The only thing
that mattered was getting her into bed.
He reached down and all but lifted her from
the tub. When she was standing on the tiled floor, he grabbed one of the thick,
fluffy towels from the shelf and began to pat her dry, being very careful of
the scratches just below her collarbone. Just seeing them made him angry. No
marks should mar such perfect skin. It was wrong on so many levels. He leaned
down and kissed the red marks.
“T.S.,” she began, her voice slightly
breathless with arousal.
He didn’t want to give her a chance to
think, to ask him to leave. He wrapped the towel around her and kissed her lush
mouth. Without her high heels he was taller than she was. She didn’t move at
first and he began to wonder if she was going to send him away after all.
He was just about to pull back when her
lips moved against his and her body shifted closer. He eased away from her long
enough to blow out the candles that were still flickering before returning to
her. Ignoring the pain in his arm, he walked them into the bedroom, all the
while kissing her.
He’d turned the small bedside lamp on
earlier and her bed beckoned. He unwound the towel, letting it fall to the
floor before he eased her down onto the thick mattress.
Missy felt as though she were in a dream.
The incident in the bathtub was like an
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