He scoops me up, and I squeak in surprise as he moves us into a bathroom that’s as large as our living room with marble everything, a his and her shower with glass walls, and—holy crap—a tub for four that buts up to a huge glass window overlooking the Las Vegas Strip.
He places me down at the edge of the tub and moves to plug it and run the water. I can’t help but eat up the visual of his body as he leans his bare torso around to twist and turn nobs, searching for the perfect combination of hot and cold. His muscles roll beneath his smooth skin, and his side tattoos draw my eyes, reminding me of the first time we made love: the first time Blake showed me that he owned my body as much as he owned my heart, even if I wasn’t aware of it yet.
He stands me up and drags my panties down so I can step out of them. He holds my hand, and I step into the warm water before dropping down and sinking in up to my neck.
“You look good enough to eat in there, Mouse.” His eyes cast a glow of pure sexual heat as he watches me while unbuttoning his dress pants and then pushing them along with his boxer briefs to the floor.
My eyes widen as he moves toward me to crawl into the tub. No matter how many times I see Blake, I’ll never get tired of his body. Strong, powerful, and capable. A tremor of need races down my spine as he stays standing, towering over me, his feet between my legs and just under my knees.
“Fuck, I love it when you look at me like that. I can feel your eyes on me and love watching you plan your next move.”
He knows me so well. I blush, thankful that the warm water already has my face flushed. My hand moves to his hard-on without me telling it to, and I stroke him with wet hands. His hips jerk into my touch, and I bring my second hand up to join the first.
Mesmerized, I watch as he tightens and swells with every long, firm glide of my hands. His legs slightly open, he rocks into my grip but sucks in a breath and pulls my hands off him.
I gasp at the sudden move. “What’s wrong?”
He sits down in the tub, facing me, then grabs my hips and pulls me up to straddle his lap. I cry out in pleasure as his hard length lies between my legs.
“Not a damn thing is wrong. Just want my wedding night to last longer than five minutes. I need to set the bar high for a lifetime of good sex, baby. That’s a tall order.” His arms move around and squeeze my ass while pushing me down and up, sliding himself against me.
I brace my hands behind my back to leverage my weight, and he continues to jack himself off against my body. His powerful arms flex as he works us both into a frenzy, and an intense longing stirs my gut.
“Blake, I need you. Please . . .” My words dissolve on a moan as he finds the spot that makes me crazy.
“I’m right here with you, Mouse.” His breathless growl only pushes me farther, and I feel the tingling of my building release as it powers between my legs.
Our breathless moans and the gentle slapping of the water fill the room. I push up, plant my hands on his chest, and cover his mouth with mine. Our tongues tangle together in a flurry of lips and pulls of our teeth. I arch my back so that every push-pull of our bodies drags my nipples along his chest.
“I’m gonna come, baby. Just like this. Not even inside you yet, and I’m done.”
I sneak my hand around my back. On the up pass, I guide him to me and sink down.
“Fuuuck . . .” he groans at being buried on surprise.
Unable to stop reaching for the release that is so close it feels like a tease, I ride him hard and fast. He leans back in the bath, hands to my hips, matching each drop with a thrust of his own.
I flatten my hands against his pecs and lock eyes with him as our bodies take over and bring us both to the brink. My stomach tightens, thighs quiver, and right then his hands move up to knead my breasts. “My wife.”
The mixture of possession and tender awe in his voice sends me over the edge. Light explodes behind my eyes, and I grind down on his body. My forehead falls to his shoulder, and I hold onto him with my teeth as the orgasm rolls through me in wave after wave of euphoria. I’m lightheaded and panting as I resurface. “My husband.”
The last syllable is barely out when he moves and flips me to all fours so that I’m facing out to the brilliant Vegas skyline. Before I can even enjoy the view, he grips my hips and slams into me from behind. I gasp at the delicious stretch of this position and lean back, hoping to get more of him.
“So fucking perfect.” He moves, not slowly, but on a mission. “My woman.” He thrusts and grinds, coaxing me into another orgasm. “My Mouse.” His slick hands glide up my spine and move around to cup my breasts. “My wife.”
His teeth clamp down on my shoulder, and he groans long and heavy into my neck. I whimper at the pleasure-pain of his bite combined with the heat of his release. We’re both breathing hard, his chest to my back, as we come back to ourselves.