His hands gripped my hips, and he lifted me up as if I weighed nothing. I was on my feet staring up into his eyes. The towel slipped to the floor as we stood there, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see our image reflected in the mirror. Shayne loomed over me. The rather impressive member of his lower anatomy pressed against my belly.
His hands pressed against the side of my head; fingers digging deep into my hair. I felt drunk even as his lips first tasted mine. He groaned deep in his throat as I wound my arms around his waist. I was free to touch him wherever I wanted, and I found that I wanted to feel every hard inch of him. I couldn’t have kept my hands to myself even if I tried. I was feeling up Ice Malone, and he was returning the favor.
What I found was that every inch of him was hard. My hands roamed his body feeling each one of his muscles in his arms and shoulders. His warm breath heated the skin of my collarbone as he explored the curve of my neck, which sent a fresh round of shivers down my spine. He tugged on the bottom of my tank, and I brought my hands up as he swept it up over my head. He made short work of my bra, and then my skin tingled as my breasts were exposed to the cool air and heat of his stare. Warm hands covered my breasts and gave my nipples a not so gentle squeeze.
I arched my back even as Shayne’s lips found my hardened nub, and he lifted one of my legs up high against his hip to touch the sensitive skin of my inner thigh even as his mouth attended to my nipples. It should have been an awkward position, but I felt the strength of his arms as he held me tightly against him. His cock rubbed against my clit through my underwear, and I almost came right there. I was ready for him.
Shayne pivoted so that his back was against the couch. When his lips and arms left me, I immediately felt their loss. My eyes opened as he sat down on the couch and spread his arms across the back. I couldn’t help be see his large cock jutting at me from its bed of curls that matched the ones on his head. Every part of him was larger than life.
“Take off the rest, baby. Show me that gorgeous body of yours,” Shayne said as he licked his lips.
I would normally be self-conscious in this kind of situation, but I saw the heat in his eyes. He made me feel like I was the most desirable woman in the world, and I found that I wanted to give him a show, just like he had given me a show earlier. I was starting to understand the appeal of the fight now. It truly was foreplay before the main event.
I unzipped the back of my skirt noting that as I did, it caused my breasts to pop forward as I had to arch my back. Both nipples were hard and ached for his lips again. Shayne nodded his approval even as his eyes flicked back and forth from my face to my breasts. There was an intense heat in his expression even as he casually reached between his legs and gave his cock a long stroke.
“I love your tits,” he said in a low growl. “Show me more.” It wasn’t a question but a demand. But I wasn’t going to go through with it so quickly. If the man wanted a show, I was damn well going to give him one.
Pivoting on my heel, I turned away from him. I jostled my head so that my waves of hair fell down my back. I knew that it hit the midpoint of my back, and I turned my cheek to smile at him even as I wiggled my ass with my hands frozen on my zipper. Shayne was stroking his cock again and nodding that he wanted me to continue.
I let the zipper slide down slowly and bent over to continue the sway of my ass as I brought the skirt down to my knees. It slid the rest of the way to pool at my feet. Shayne moved forward so that he was on the edge of his seat. He was looking directly at the area between my legs. I stepped out of the skirt with one foot so that I could widen my stance. Then I slipped my thong down to join my skirt. I barely had time to grab the seat of the folding chair when Shayne grabbed my hips to yank them back, and his hot mouth was buried between my folds.
I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped from my lips. My few encounters with having a guy go down on me had been less than stellar. It was as if they didn’t know what a clit was or what to do with it. Shayne didn’t have that same problem as he pushed my legs open even further, and his tongue danced up and down my sensitive ridge to flick my clit and then plunge into my wet channel.
Swiveling my hips in time with his tongue, I gripped the edge of the chair and pushed them back against his lips indicating that I wanted more.
“You taste so fucking good,” he said before giving me a firm smack on the ass. The movement startled me, but his fingers dug in and started to knead the spot taking the sting away almost immediately.
Then his fingertips ran up and down the backs of my legs, and I could feel the rush of desire building in my core. I remembered what he said about having my legs wrapped around his waist, and suddenly, I was more than ready to get to the main event.