“Yes.” She tracked back up to his face. “I like it very much.”
His gaze probed hers as he released his belt. Their eyes still locked, he took her hand, guiding it to his fly. Miranda lowered his zipper with trembling hands. She felt his abdominal muscles tighten as she reached inside, discovering hot, hard, naked flesh pulsing under her fingers.
“Commando?” she asked, surprised.
He shrugged. “I’m a free spirit.”
Closing her hand around him, she caressed up and down his length. “I love how you feel.”
His hand came over hers, guiding her with more aggressive strokes. “And I love that you do. I’m eager to know what else you enjoy.”
Emboldened, Miranda kissed down his body while continuing to stroke and fondle him. His breaths grew heavier as she came face-level with his erection. He sounded a low growl as she freed him from his jeans. His erection grew bigger, pulsing hotly in her hand. She bit her lip and continued stroking him.
He released her hand from him with a growl. “Keep that up, and you can forget the bath.”
He quickly shed the jeans and pulled her into the tub with him, settling her between his legs. She was suddenly all too aware of his turgid shaft pressing against her ass. He drew her back against his chest. She sank into the steamy water, immersing herself to the chin with a long, sultry sigh. He murmured another warning in her ear, “You’d be wise not to make sounds like that either, Aiwattsi.”
“I can’t help myself. It feels so good.”
“I can make it even better.”
He reached for the soap, lathered his hands, and began massaging her shoulders, working his fingers into her muscles. She slumped deeper in the water, dropping her head forward with a helpless moan. “Oh. My. God. Please. Don’t. Stop.”
“You’d better save those kinds of words for later,” he said darkly.
He grew gentler as he worked his hands around her, cupping her breasts and caressing her nipples with his thumbs. While one hand continued to play with her breasts, he glided the other down her belly, slowly exploring her inch by soap-slickened inch, as he licked and sucked her earlobe. “Open your legs.”
She resisted at first and then jumped at the sharp nip of his teeth. “I told you to open your legs.” Although they trembled uncontrollably, she obeyed. Taking her hands in his, he brought them up to her breasts. “I want you to touch yourself here, while I touch you there,” he said. “I want to learn what you like. Then I’m going to make you come.”
“Here? Now?” she asked in surprise.
“Yes. Here, now. And then I’ll do it again with my mouth and yet again with my—”
“Don’t say it,” she replied. “I want to hear your word for it.”
“Pakan,” he answered. “Aptly, it can also mean arrow. And I intend to pierce you with my arrow. After I have made you come with my hands and my mouth.”
“Three times?” She gave a nervous laugh. “That’s certainly an ambitious plan.”
He grinned. “I’ve spent many hours since last night plotting my strategy.”
“What about me? Don’t I have any say in this?”
“No,” he replied sternly. “The only thing you get to say is, ‘You’re a god, Keith, don’t ever stop.’ We’re done talking about it now. I need to concentrate.”
“But—”
“No talking. Shut your eyes.”
She leaned back with closed eyes, biting her lip and then inhaling a tiny gasp as he slid his hands between her legs. His mouth continued its play on her neck, licking and sucking. With his arms wrapped around her body, he located the hood of her clitoris. Circling and teasing the sensitive bud with one hand, the gently probing fingers of his other traced the folds to her entrance. Inserting two long and knowing fingers inside her, he worked them in and out. Strumming her clitoris, he played her body like an instrument, creating an ebb and flow that quickly had her undulating in pleasure.
“Please,” she whimpered, her body trembling as her climax clawed for release.
Responding to her plea, he sucked harder on her neck, increasing the tempo of his fingers plunging in and out, harder and faster until she tensed, crying out a muffled sob as her orgasm broke free. Her climax hit hard, overwhelming her with tremors until she fell back against him, limp and lifeless. Keith clasped her snug against him until she stirred back to life.
Sitting up, she turned around to face him. “Why did you do that?”
He smiled smugly. “Because I wanted to. Because I could. Because I wanted you to know I could.”
She frowned. “Is this some kind of kinky control thing?”
“Maybe a little.” He shrugged. “Almost every man gets off watching a woman orgasm. Or better yet, making her come. Are you ready to get out yet? My fingers are pruning, and so is my pakan.”
He pulled the plug and then stood, but before he could step out of the tub, she wrapped her hands around him. “It doesn’t look shriveled at all to me.” She cocked her head. “Quite the contrary.”