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around him and sucking him off. Bringing a man to pleasure had always been a huge turn on. She’d orgasmed while giving oral before, and a blowjob would be the first order of business, once she got him in the shower. God, she wanted to taste his cock. She crooked her finger as she walked by and to the bathroom to start the spray. Steam began to fill the room, fogging the mirror. Tanner stood behind her, in the doorway, watching. She wiped the glass off with her palm. No sense in blocking the view.
Lannie pulled her shirt over her head, unfastened her bra, and dropped them both to the floor. She hooked her panties with her thumbs and shimmied them down, turning around as Tanner stepped into her lair. He gave her a good once over and began to strip.
This time she got to play voyeur, and leaned back against the pedestal sink, gripping the edge, drawing in a deep breath. She’d yet to see him naked and couldn’t wait.
He eyed her and the corner of his mouth twitched. Grabbing the bottom of his shirt, he peeled the fabric up ever so slowly. Her fingers itched to grab and rip the damned garment off, and from the wicked gleam in his eyes, he damn well knew it. Yeah, he’d cued in on her impatience and took his ever-loving sweet time in a strip tease that had her gnawing on her lip and shifting from foot to foot. By the time his shirt landed next to hers, she’d had enough. Lannie grabbed him by the belt loops and backed into the shower stall, pulling him in, jeans, boots and all.
She sank to her knees and ran her hands down his thighs. The wet denim molded to his reemerging erection, and demonstrated he’d recovered. Ready for round two. She looked up and he shook his head. “You could have let me undress.”
“You could have moved faster. I’ve never been very patient.” She unlaced his boots, pulled them off, and tossed them outside the shower. “Now you’ll have to stay here until your clothes dry.”
“Are you asking me to stay the rest of the night?”
“I’m not asking.” She grabbed his waistband up and yanked his jeans and boxers down. His cock stood out against a thick nest of hair. Hard. Ready. She’d known his girth felt above average when they’d had sex, but seeing his thickness was another matter. Much more than she’d expected. Big man. Big dick. Her mouth watered. Lannie let her gaze travel up. His torso had very little hair, with the exception of his happy trail, which ran from his navel down. His abs were defined, the kind a man would have if he worked out several times a week. She raked her fingers down them, enjoying the way his cock jerked in response.
Broad shoulders. Strong arms. Wait until women saw him without a shirt in the calendar. His previous picture in Kosovo had been a panty dropper, but with a little skin showing.... Good lord, she’d be beating them off him. Lannie blinked and shook off the possessive thought. She had claim to one night, maybe the weekend—nothing more. He’d never be hers and thinking he could, would end one way.
With a broken heart.
She needed to be thankful he’d agreed to do the shoot. Her noni and the girls had meant well, but as a couple, Tanner and Lannie would never work. They were too different. Flint and steel. Every time they clashed, they produced sparks, followed by fire which could engulf them both if they weren’t careful.
But that wouldn’t stop her from enjoying every inch of him now. She leaned in and took him in her mouth. She gripped his cock, while her other hand clawed his ass. Water ran down her face and shoulders. His hands fisted her hair as he began to fuck her lips, groaning every time she let her teeth scrape along his vein. She worked the part of the shaft she couldn’t get in her mouth, by sliding her grip up and down in time with her lips, pumping him as though her were buried in her pussy. His salty taste sent tingles between her thighs and a buzz through her body.
“Like that, baby. To the back of your
Lannie pulled her shirt over her head, unfastened her bra, and dropped them both to the floor. She hooked her panties with her thumbs and shimmied them down, turning around as Tanner stepped into her lair. He gave her a good once over and began to strip.
This time she got to play voyeur, and leaned back against the pedestal sink, gripping the edge, drawing in a deep breath. She’d yet to see him naked and couldn’t wait.
He eyed her and the corner of his mouth twitched. Grabbing the bottom of his shirt, he peeled the fabric up ever so slowly. Her fingers itched to grab and rip the damned garment off, and from the wicked gleam in his eyes, he damn well knew it. Yeah, he’d cued in on her impatience and took his ever-loving sweet time in a strip tease that had her gnawing on her lip and shifting from foot to foot. By the time his shirt landed next to hers, she’d had enough. Lannie grabbed him by the belt loops and backed into the shower stall, pulling him in, jeans, boots and all.
She sank to her knees and ran her hands down his thighs. The wet denim molded to his reemerging erection, and demonstrated he’d recovered. Ready for round two. She looked up and he shook his head. “You could have let me undress.”
“You could have moved faster. I’ve never been very patient.” She unlaced his boots, pulled them off, and tossed them outside the shower. “Now you’ll have to stay here until your clothes dry.”
“Are you asking me to stay the rest of the night?”
“I’m not asking.” She grabbed his waistband up and yanked his jeans and boxers down. His cock stood out against a thick nest of hair. Hard. Ready. She’d known his girth felt above average when they’d had sex, but seeing his thickness was another matter. Much more than she’d expected. Big man. Big dick. Her mouth watered. Lannie let her gaze travel up. His torso had very little hair, with the exception of his happy trail, which ran from his navel down. His abs were defined, the kind a man would have if he worked out several times a week. She raked her fingers down them, enjoying the way his cock jerked in response.
Broad shoulders. Strong arms. Wait until women saw him without a shirt in the calendar. His previous picture in Kosovo had been a panty dropper, but with a little skin showing.... Good lord, she’d be beating them off him. Lannie blinked and shook off the possessive thought. She had claim to one night, maybe the weekend—nothing more. He’d never be hers and thinking he could, would end one way.
With a broken heart.
She needed to be thankful he’d agreed to do the shoot. Her noni and the girls had meant well, but as a couple, Tanner and Lannie would never work. They were too different. Flint and steel. Every time they clashed, they produced sparks, followed by fire which could engulf them both if they weren’t careful.
But that wouldn’t stop her from enjoying every inch of him now. She leaned in and took him in her mouth. She gripped his cock, while her other hand clawed his ass. Water ran down her face and shoulders. His hands fisted her hair as he began to fuck her lips, groaning every time she let her teeth scrape along his vein. She worked the part of the shaft she couldn’t get in her mouth, by sliding her grip up and down in time with her lips, pumping him as though her were buried in her pussy. His salty taste sent tingles between her thighs and a buzz through her body.
“Like that, baby. To the back of your
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