Eyes on mine and with his hands cradling my ass, he lowered us into the warm, sudsy water. He dropped a kiss below my ear and then spun me around so my back was pressed up against his chest. I relaxed, enjoying how comfortable I was. Blake twirled my long hair in his hand and twisted it up, knotting it effortlessly.
Reaching over, he took the shower gel, squirted some into his palm, and began massaging my shoulders. I hadn’t realized how tense I was, but as his fingers circled and pressed into the tightly wound flesh, I felt each muscle unknot and ease into his touch.
I leaned my head back against his shoulder and closed my eyes as he brought his hands to my neck, spreading suds. Sliding over my breasts, he came up around the sides, circling, kneading, and pressing his palms against the taut peaks before twisting my nipples between his skilled fingers. They hardened in response and I whimpered, dropping my head to the side as he began the process all over again. My core tightened in anticipation of him trailing his hands lower. I reached around Blake’s thighs and held him to me, pushing my bottom against his swollen manhood. He was nestled perfectly between the crevice, the head of his erection resting on my lower back.
His teeth scraped along the curve of my neck and then finally bit into my shoulder and I moaned in pleasure. Trailing soap along my belly, his hands finally came to rest on my sex.
“Blake, I need . . .”
“Shhh.” He took my chin, turning my head toward him, and covered my mouth with his.
Grabbing the insides of my thighs, he secured me against him while spreading me open. The need to have him fill me was overwhelming and I whimpered into his mouth, pleading. He circled and tugged on my clit, toying with it, before sliding his fingers inside. At the delicious intrusion, I sucked his tongue, his cock hardening against my back when I did. He worked himself in and out of me, massaging with his palm as he deepened the kiss, mirroring what he was doing to me. His other hand lay across my belly, holding me tight to him.
The pressure built until I couldn’t hold it in any longer. My teeth sank into his bottom lip and I cried out, digging my nails into his thighs and then went limp in his arms, resting in a euphoric bliss. “What are you doing to me? I feel like I’m losing myself in you.”
“That’s exactly what I want you to do. Give yourself over.” I sighed as he kissed the top of my head and wrapped his arms around me. “Come on. It’s time for me to feed you.” He squeezed me and then his hold loosened as he readied himself to stand.
I wanted to reciprocate. No matter how scared I was of what was going on, I needed to make him feel as good as he made me feel. I whirled around onto my knees, shoving him down by his shoulders. “Not so fast, loverboy.” A devious smiled played on my lips.
“Baby, I’m not sure how much longer I can last with you in this tub. I am still a man, ya know.”
“Yes, I know. I can see how much of a man you are.” I smiled and gripped his throbbing flesh in my hand.
Blake closed his eyes and laid his head back against the wall. “Angel . . .”
I poured shower gel into my palm and stroked his length. My first kiss was to his Adam’s apple. His features settled and I knew he wasn’t going to fight me. I traveled to the hard peaks of his chest, licking. My hand never let up, gliding and pulling. I pushed my tongue into Blake’s mouth; loving the feel of his gasp on my lips. I felt his core tighten, his lips becoming taut while he kissed me feverishly.
His body trembled, giving away how close he was. I reached down and cupped him with my other hand, gently massaging and Blake lost it. He sucked my tongue into his mouth and moaned as his body quivered with his release. Panting, he rested his forehead against mine. “You’re so fucking hot. I hope you’re ready for when I can finally have my way with you. You might not survive it.”
I laughed and kissed him on the side of his neck. “I look forward to it.”
After rinsing off, Blake helped me from the tub and then proceeded to take his time toweling me off. He seemed to be enjoying it. I marveled at him, bent on his knees, drying between each of my toes. “Better and better.”
Grabbing my hips, he kissed my belly button and then stood, dropping his shirt over my head. “You ain’t seen nothin yet. Stick around.” He winked. “Come on, you must be starving.”
Escorting me down the hall, he passed the kitchen, heading for the living room. I tugged back on his hand. “Where are you going?’
“To put a movie on for you. I want you to relax. I got dinner.”
“Oh no. I don’t think so. You’re letting me help or I’m going home.” I crossed my arms over my chest.
“You’re so stubborn. We’re going to have to talk about that hard head of yours.” He tapped the edge of my nose.