'Please don't,’ he said, with a hint of a smile. He tossed a handful of condoms on to the sink. They weren't my brand. What a sweetie he was. Most guys would have exhausted my supply before they'd even consider buying their own. Joe's mother must have raised him right. I watched him don one with a deep, proprietary pride.
'Now I'm ready for anything,' he said, and swung his long bronzed legs into the tub.
I opened my arms and he stepped into them.
'Oh, Joe.' I hugged him tightly, too tightly maybe, but he felt so good, as if we'd been made to fit together. 'I can't believe you're really here. I spent so many nights fantasising about you.'
He swayed me from side to side, his cock a thick, hot prong between our bellies. 'Good. I shouldn't be the only one losing sleep.'
'You're not.' I sleeked his hair back from his forehead.
His eyes closed at my touch. His hands drifted to my front and squeezed my breasts. I groaned at the moulding caress.
'Sweet,' he said, circling the heavy globes. 'You've got the prettiest breasts I've ever seen. They're nice and full, but they hang just right.' He nuzzled the tiny curl in front of my ear. 'I love your hair, too. It's like caramel with the sun shining through it.'
'Anything else?' I asked, basking in the compliments.
'Oh, yeah.' Sheeting water, his hands cruised down my sides and around to the small of my back. 'Your butt is to die for.' He gave the hard, high cheeks a squeeze. 'No wonder Sean couldn't resist you. And no man alive could look at your legs without wanting them wrapped around his waist.' 'No man alive, huh?' I hid my smile against his left pectoral. 'Not if he were eighty and bedridden. And then there are these little beauties.'
Leaning forward, he dragged his chest across my puckered nipples. The contact sent a twang directly to my sex. 'Perfect. Like raspberry cream, sweet and sharp and smooth as velvet.'
Inspired by his own words, he bent to suckle me. At the first worshipful tug, the difference between my lovers was clear. Sean zeroed in on what he wanted, but Joe's appetite for touching knew no bounds. Every part of me enthralled him: the back of my knees, the inside of my arms, the hollow at the base of my throat. My navel had to be laved and pinched to full erogenous life; my thigh had to be nibbled; my fingers sucked. Joe found his pleasure in pleasing. He imposed nothing. He offered everything.
Now he knelt before me, his thumbs lightly stroking the petals of my sex. He pulled me gently apart. I tensed. I was so aroused I could scarcely stand still. He bent closer and bathed me with his warm, gusting breath. He licked me once with the flat of his tongue.
I couldn't contain a cry. His head jerked up in alarm. 'What's the matter?' he asked.
Too hungry to accept more foreplay, I held out my arms. ‘I don't want to come until you're inside me and I will if you kiss me there. Please, Joe, take me now.' 'Here?' His eyes cut towards the bedroom. I tugged his sinewy shoulders. 'Now. Please.' His gaze heated at my plea and he shot to his feet. As he backed me against the tiles, water fountained off his shoulders, casting a halo of steam around his head. His big hands gripped my buttocks. He lifted, arms bulging, jaw set. I swung my legs around his hips and locked my ankles in the small of his back. Secure now, I reached between us, caught him beneath the head and played him between my lips. His cock juddered in my hand. He slipped against me, around me. I pressed him tight to my swollen bud.
'K-Kate. God, I can feel you. You're hard for me.'
I squeezed the neck of his cock.
He cursed, a good curse, so I did it again. His fac turned as red as his erection. I heard his teeth grind with his effort to control himself. One hand released my buttock and fumbled between our bodies. Looking down, I saw him take a good hard grip on his balls and tug-Then I capped him.
'No,' he moaned, but his hips undermined the protest by surging forward. He filled me in a single stroke. His hand flew back to my bottom, pulling me close as his cock flexed inside me.
'Oh, yes,’ I sighed. I wound my arms behind his neck, my entire spine stretching with pleasure.
He cried out at the subtle writhing motion. 'Don't move. Do not move.' His legs shook with strain. He was panting.
'Am I too heavy?'
He laughed, then groaned when my vagina fluttered on his shaft. 'Honey, oh, honey, you're just right. You're like heaven inside, so warm and wet. I can't believe how good this feels. Just be still. I can't - I don't want to lose it. Just give me a minute.'
Stretching my neck to reach, I nipped his earlobe. 'Are you going to flash?'
He started at that, then chuckled. 'You and Sean must have had some talk. I'm afraid I might flash, all right. I might come with the first thrust and give away how much I like you.'
'How awful.'
He smiled into my eyes, his lashes starred with shower spray, his hair plastered against his handsome young face. His affection shone through the perfection of his features. His cheeks were pink with it, his mouth tremulous. His dark amber eyes crinkled at the corners, teary-bright.
'I don't care what happens,' I said, misting up myself. 'We'll have plenty of chances to make love.'