“So I see,” he replies. “Are you going to clean it up?”
“Eventually.” I grab the champagne and tip it over his torso, drizzling it gently over his nipples and down to his navel. I lean in and lick around his navel, drink the champagne, and then nibble my way up to his nipples, sucking them gently. I reach down, grab his hard cock in my hand and give it two firm pumps, then brush my thumb over the tip and feel a bead of wetness.
“You like this.”
“I fucking love it, darling.” His green eyes are on fire as he stares down at me, watching me devour and explore his body. I move onto my knees at his side and push my ass in the air as my lips travel down the trail of hair to his cock. His hand cups my ass and rubs it softly, then slaps it firmly before caressing it again. “Your ass is brilliant.”
“I’m going to suck your cock, Jacob.”
With a growl, he pushes me back, and before I know it, he’s lifted me in his arms and is stalking through the suite to his master bathroom.
“Hey, I was having fun!”
“I need to get you into the shower, wash you off, and bury my cock inside you, love.”
His words thrill me, but he’s not off the hook. I want to suck his cock, and by God, I will.
He sets me on the counter, braces his hands on either side of my hips, and kisses me like a man starved. I grip his hips and hold on, riding the waves of lust that pour off of him.
Finally, he backs away, gasping, and rests his forehead against mine. “I’m going to turn on the shower. Don’t move.”
“I don’t think I can move.”
He grins wickedly, then turns away to start the water in the large glass-enclosed shower. The tile is green, the same color as his eyes.
When he’s satisfied with the temperature, he lifts me off the counter and carries me to the shower.
“I’m capable of walking. I can’t guarantee that I won’t fall on my ass, but I can walk.”
“I like carrying you,” he whispers, and presses his face to my neck before setting me on my feet. “You’re a tiny thing.”
“It’s a good thing, or it would hurt like a bitch when I fall.” I grin up at him, but sober when I see the intense look on his face. “What’s wrong?”
He shakes his head and reaches for a washcloth and soap. “Nothing at all. You’re just stunning in my shower. The green makes your eyes glow.”
He washes the champagne and strawberries off of my body, paying close attention to my breasts and *, and just when he’s about to wash himself, I shake my head and take the cloth from his hands.
“Oh no. My turn, handsome.”
He watches me quietly as I soap the cloth back up and run it over his chest, down his belly, and finally to his cock.
“Grace,” he warns me, but I sink to my knees and rinse him clean, then circle the tip with my tongue.
“Lean your hands on the tile and enjoy, Jacob.” He follows my direction and swears under his breath as I pump his cock slowly, steadily, and finally press my tongue to the base at the underside and lick along his thick vein to the tip. I pull him inside my mouth and sink down until I can feel him at the back of my throat, then move up and down, my lips firmly gripping him, milking him with every push and pull.
“Ah, fuck, love,” he whispers in awe. I look up into his eyes, so full of lust and affection, and I feel him harden even more in my mouth. I begin to jack him with my hand, and just when I feel his muscles quiver, he pulls away and yanks me to my feet. “I will not come in your mouth tonight, Gracie.” He kisses me hard, shuts off the water, and reaches for a towel. He dries me quickly, then runs the same towel over his body, tosses it aside, and lifts me back into his arms, cradling me against his chest.
“More dessert?” I ask with a smile.
“Fuck no. I need to be inside you.”
“Thank God.”
He laughs as he climbs onto his wide bed with me still in his arms and covers me with his large body. “You know, I wasn’t done sucking you.”
“Is that right?” He gets a new gleam in his eyes and suddenly reverses our position, turning me around so I’m facing his feet. He pulls my hips back until I’m hovering over his face. “Well, I won’t be left out.”
I circle his cock in my hand and lean down to take him in my mouth just as he laps at my core and we both moan in delight.
“Ah, God,” I whisper and sit up for just a moment, grinding my * on his face. “I’ve never done this before.”