She reached for him with her hands, circling his shaft with both of them.
She looked up at him. “The things you do to me make me hot, Trick. And wet. You make me come like no one else ever has.”
He had to admit he liked hearing that. His lips curved. “Good. And I like your hands on me. Keep doing that.”
She stroked him, starting at the base and curving her hands over him, all the way to the tip, where she teased her thumb over the crest. And when she leaned forward and flicked her tongue over the head, he could have exploded right then. Touching her and having his fingers inside her had primed him. He was ready right now, but he wanted to enjoy every second of Stella’s hands and mouth on him, so he intended to delay his orgasm.
Until she took him in her mouth, swallowed him whole.
“Fuck,” he said, leaning forward to palm the wall.
The heat of her mouth unraveled him, the way she wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock. Her mouth was wicked temptation, crushing him, making him want to erupt. He looked down at her, watching her cheeks hollow as she gave him pressure, her head tilted back so he could see her eyes while she blew his goddamned mind.
She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, and she was ripping him apart with every flick of her tongue. And when she slid his cock from her lips, only to stroke him, lift his shaft, and take his ball sac in her mouth, he thought he’d fucking die from the pleasure.
He sifted his fingers through her hair. “You’re killing me, Stella.”
She rolled his balls around in her mouth, then let go, gave him a devilish smile, and took his cock again, this time relentless as she sucked him hard, giving him no mercy, her head bobbing back and forth over his shaft.
He’d held back long enough. “I’m going to come.”
It was all the warning he could give because his orgasm rocketed through him. He felt the first spurt like a bolt of lightning, and then an explosion of hot pleasure as he emptied into her hot mouth, uncaring now for anything but his own needs.
Stella stayed with him the entire time, her nails digging into his ass as she held on to him while he shuddered through one hell of an orgasm that left his legs shaking.
She released him and he dropped down to kneel in front of her, taking her mouth in a deep kiss that told her how goddamn much he appreciated what she’d done for him. Then he pulled her back into the tub with him and she wrapped her legs around his hips again.
“This is where I like you,” he said.
“Is that right? All wet and pruny from the bath?”
“No. Wrapped around me, my cock close to you.”
She laughed. “It is a good position. We should try it sometime when we’re having sex.”
“Making a mental note.”
“The water’s getting a little cold, though, so we should probably get out.”
“Okay.” He stood and helped her out of the tub, reaching for a couple of bath towels. He pulled one around her, diving into it with her.
“Now this I like,” she said. “You and me all cozy together in a warm bathroom. Thank you again for bringing me here.”
“It was my pleasure.”
She flashed a grin. “Yes. I definitely saw your pleasure. Felt it, too.”
He took her hand and wrapped it around his cock. “Keep talking like that and you’re going to feel it again.”
She stroked him, hardening him.
“Promise?”
He dropped the towel and lifted her, her legs going around him as he moved them into the bedroom. Where he had condoms. And access to her body without water getting in the way.
He laid her on the bed and she shifted back along the headboard, her body a naked smorgasbord of everything he wanted.
But her gaze zeroed in on his cock. “Now, about that condom we didn’t have access to earlier . . .”
Funny how their minds always seemed to be in tune. “I was just thinking the same thing.”
“Good, because I’m aching to feel you inside me. And since you’re hard, why don’t you put one on?”
He didn’t have to be told twice. He grabbed the condom box out of the nightstand and pulled a packet out, watching as Stella slid her hand between her legs. His gaze rocketed there and he was frozen to the spot. What was it about a woman touching herself that was such a turn-on to a man? He’d like to see her get herself off. He could take his dick in his own hand and jack off watching her make herself come. He wanted to know how she did it. Did she do it fast, or was it a slow and leisurely pace? He knew he could get her there, but a woman’s body was always full of secrets. Sweet, hot, soft secrets just waiting to be uncovered.
“Sucking you made me hot.”
“Watching you touch yourself is making me hard.” He fisted his cock and squeezed, sliding it through his hand, using his thumb to curl over the head. “I want to see how you make yourself come.”
“Do you? Well, aren’t you the voyeur?”
“Yeah. So do it for me. Show me.”
“Are you going to do the same?”