She grabbed his neck to hold his mouth to hers as she began a sinuous caress of his tongue with her own. Not content with that, she drew his tongue into her mouth and tugged, imitating the motions of sex until she heard him moan.
He moved quickly, backing her against one wall of the shower. Leaning his weight on her, he fit his body to hers in every possible way from shoulder to knee. Without breaking the kiss, he urgently pumped his body on hers until she turned her head away.
“Hey. No fair.” She grabbed his biceps and pushed.
Scott lifted his head. “What’s wrong?”
She placed both hands in the middle of his chest and pushed harder. “Get off.”
Surprise raced through him but he moved back from her. Breathing hoarsely he mentally stomped on his disappointment. He hadn’t expected any of this but—damn.
He spread his arms wide. “Look, I don’t know what you—”
She moved quickly to press a finger to his lips. “My way. Okay?”
A slow smile of understanding spread across his face, stretching his lips taut beneath her finger. “Lady’s choice.”
She pushed him until his back was against the wall. “When I was in the eighth grade my friend Evy told me that sucking dick was technically not having sex. I always thought she was a liar.”
Scott watched her through half-lidded eyes. “And now?”
“I’ll let you know.”
Once more she reached for him, sliding her hand up to where she could thread her fingers into the rough silky hair at the base of his cock. Leaning up on tiptoe, she put her lips against his ear. “I love these curls, Sam. Will you give me one to carry in my wallet?”
“You can have the whole damn bush.”
She turned her head and he felt her smile stretch against the damp skin of his neck. “I think it’s time you kissed me again, don’t you?”
Her mouth was wet, and hot, and delicious. He’d forgotten how good it was to kiss her. He cupped her head with one hand and reached to turn off the shower with the other.
“No. Leave it.” She whispered the words against his mouth. “I like you slippery and wet.”
His whole body jerked at her words. His wife had always been a bit reluctant to talk dirty to him. Always a bit shy, Cole had seemed like a wallflower to his friends, who teased him about being the hellion who married a nun. That wasn’t the case tonight.
Cole’s low suggestive laugh tugged directly on his dick. She was hugely enjoying the role of aggressor.
In amazement, he watched her lower herself to her knees on the tile. Lust roared in the same direction, stretching him to his fullest until his dick throbbed with each heartbeat.
She grasped his cock with one hand, the pulsing heat of it rigid proof of his virility, and cupped his balls, full and weighty, in her other hand. “You’re a lot of man, Sam.”
“I’m all yours.” He pumped his hips against her hand.
“In a hurry?”
“What do you think?”
He was breathing harder now and, despite the cooling water jetting from the nozzle, beginning to sweat. He wasn’t touching her but he knew she was as excited as he was. He could see it in the wicked gleam of her gaze between her water-spiked lashes. There was still a connection between them. It was sexier than ever.
She ran her thumb over the smooth dome that topped his shaft, catching a pearl of liquid on her nail tip. He jumped in her hand, his breath sucked in sharply as she squeezed the tip.
“What do you want, Sam?” Her voice was so low he wasn’t certain he heard her.
His answer was no more than a gust of desire. “I want you to suck me.”
“How?”
“Hard.”
“How long?”
“Till I cum.”
“Cum where?”
“Shit.” He flung back his head, gave a heaving breath, struggling to control himself. “In your sweet mouth, Noel Jenkins.”
She braced herself by gripping his bare hip with a hand, and then leaned forward, stretched her mouth wide, and extended her tongue to taste the drop of moisture from his cock.
She licked him a second time and his cock jumped from her hand. Smiling, she gripped him more firmly, opened wider and took as much of him as she could into her mouth.
Scott squeezed his eyes shut and moaned low in his throat. He also braced his legs wider apart to give her better access.
Using her hand, she worked the full length of his cock, sliding the skin back and forth, lips crimped to hold him tight. In and out, pumping hard and harder, she used her tongue to increase his sensation, licking the bottom of his shaft, tonguing the eye of it, and then swirling it around the length of his cock.
Unable to help himself, he began moving his hips in time to her rhythm, the thrusts growing strong and harder, his harsh breathing the only sound in his ears.
Finally he leaned forward, bracing himself with a hand on her shoulder while the other cradled her head. “Yes, yes, take it all.” He was whispering very low but his voice seemed loud in his own ears. “That’s it, Nikki. Yeah!”