“Now grab the soap and get rid of him. I wanna watch every remnant of that asshole go down the drain.”
She obeyed and eyed him hungrily as he undid his belt and fly. It nearly killed him, but he made no move to release his throbbing cock. Instead, he closed the toilet lid, took a seat and crossed his arms over his chest, enjoying the show.
A rich lather of tiny white bubbles slid from her neck, down to her small breasts and over the hard, rosy peaks of her nipples. Soapy or not, his mouth itched to catch those lucky droplets on his tongue, but that would give her just as much pleasure, so he squelched the temptation. Instead, he focused on the suds sluicing down the valley between those perfect tits, over the flat of her belly, and into the crevice of her bare pussy.
“Touch yourself,” he growled. “Show me how you got off.”
“I can’t...”
“You can and you will.” He arched an eyebrow. “Fingers. Clit. Pussy. Now.”
With a strangled sound, she skimmed the back of her fingers down to her navel and lower. When she lifted her leg to rest on the ledge, spreading herself wide before him, he almost succumbed to the barely contained need to reach into his shorts and pull out his cock. Just one stroke, maybe two. Enough to take the edge off.
But he kept his arms folded, fists balled, because she’d like it too much if he gave in. He resorted to locking his gaze on her face, loving how it contorted with every brush of her fingertips. Her eyes fluttered shut, water dripping off her lashes, and his nostrils flared. So fucking pretty. “Open your eyes, Maddie. Don’t you dare hide from me.”
“I can’t come with my eyes open. I can’t concentrate...”
“Too fucking bad. You’re sure as hell not gonna close yourself off and think about someone else.”
“I wouldn’t—”
“How am I supposed to believe that’s not the very reason you didn’t invite me in earlier? When you were finger fucking yourself into oblivion?”
Her fingers sped up, stroking her clit and dipping deeper into her folds, but not yet breaching inside. She moaned and bit her lip, her pinched-brow focus unwavering from his as steam filled the room.
“I thought about you,” she whispered. “Your hands. Your cock.”
He chuckled, his nails dug discreetly into his palms. “Too much talking, not enough fingers.”
“I want you...”
“Show me how badly.”
Her free hand slid up to her breast and she tweaked a nipple at the same time she pinched her clit between her fingers. “I...I can’t.”
“That’s bullshit, Maddie! You will show me. You will share with me—your husband—what gets you off. Do you need to think about my cock inside you? My tongue?”
Her eyes drifted shut again, but only for a moment, and her hips undulated forward, seeking out more of the pleasure she gave herself.
“Is that it? My face between your legs? Eating you?”
She nodded slowly and then a single, manicured fingertip disappeared into her wet channel.
His eyes damn near rolled back in his head. “More.”
She widened her stance to allow room for a second finger. “Oh...shit...”
“Tell me exactly what you’re fantasizing about, sweetheart, or this all stops. Right now.”
“Just...” She gasped as she pushed the digits in further and he stood, arms still crossed, brow furrowed. “Just give me a minute,” she pleaded.
Not a chance. He yanked her hand from between her legs and brought her fingers to his mouth, sucking them between his lips, one at a time, and licking off her sweet juices. His balls drew up tight and it took a concerted effort to not fall on his knees and lap up every last drop.
“Oh God...” She moaned as she watched and her entire body shook with pent-up need. He guessed her words before she said them. “I wanna come, baby. Please. Touch me.”
“I’m not done with you yet.” Dropping her hand, he pulled his shirt over his head and reached in to shut off the water. “Out. Now.”
“But—”
“Get your sweet ass out and bend over the counter.”
He saw the twin flickers of lust and resentment flash in her eyes. But on shaky legs and unsteady feet, she did as he demanded, pressing her perfect, mouthwatering breasts into the cool marble. He imagined her nipples growing even harder. Becoming little pebbles that would tickle his tongue and make him wanna suck her hard until she screamed his name.
She thought he was being cruel? This punishment was ten times worse on him.
He smoothed his hand over the wet, satiny curve of her ass, admiring the perfect globe and the long line of her graceful back. She arched as he stroked her skin and gently tugged at her drenched hair.
“You let him grind all over this ass.” Down his hand went again, palming one cheek and then the other. They fit perfectly in his grasp and a memory of another night, a few months back, flashed through his mind. Yeah, they’d have to do that again. Soon. But right now... “I liked when he did that. I liked watching you, Maddie. But you took it too far.”