Her eyes widened. “I need to take them off to shower and…other things.”
He leaned forward, bracing his hands on the counter at either side of her hips to keep them busy until he could clarify. Her breath puffed hot against his collarbone, and his scrambled brain registered how petite she was compared to him, how well she’d fit tucked against him. “If you want to keep them, tell me. Otherwise, they’re going to end up in pieces.”
Her lips shaped a very lovely O for a moment, and her answer came in a bare whisper. “I don’t have many pairs right now, and I kind of like these.”
“I like them, too.” He knelt in front of her and very carefully slid them down. “Let’s put these someplace safe. Okay?”
She lifted each foot for him as she gave him a breathless agreement.
Panties safely tucked into his pocket, because they could totally get lost in the bathroom, he returned his attention to her very lovely legs. She had slender ankles and muscle to her calves and thighs. Like she’d been in shape for a long time and only recently had gone sleek. He alternated between running his hands over her skin and gripping the muscles of her calves, the backs of her legs, until she was the one clutching the edge of the counter.
When he thought he might have some sort of control, he discovered a very hot secret. She kept herself immaculately groomed. Shaved. He pressed his mouth to the smooth lips between her legs. She sucked in air and held it.
He traced the edges of her labia with a gentle finger. “Breathe. We don’t want you passing out.”
“No?” she whispered.
“Uh uh. You are not going to want to miss this.” He leaned forward and tasted her.
A whimper escaped her throat, and he smiled as he spread her for better access and took a long lick, then another. She trembled for him.
“You taste so good, Elisa. So, so good.” He feasted then, licking and sucking as she gasped and tried to muffle her moans. The muscles in her thighs strained, and he gripped one thigh with his free hand to hold her open to his teasing.
He continued to torture her in the best of ways for as long as he could stand it, but he couldn’t wait much longer. He slid a finger inside her and groaned as her wet heat clamped tight around him. He used his thumb to rub over her clitoris as he gently moved his finger inside her. He looked up the length of her body; she had her head thrown back, abandoning herself to the sensations he was giving her. Oh god, he shouldn’t have looked up at her.
He wanted to be inside her.
Standing again, he admired the rosy nipples presented to him for a split second before he took one in his mouth, wrapping his free hand around her waist to steady her. Yelping, she brought her head up and clutched at his shoulder with one hand.
He continued to move his finger inside her, changing the rhythm of his thumb against her clitoris as she muffled her cries against his neck.
“Let go, Elisa,” he murmured reverently. “Come for me, because I want to come for you.”
Her fingers dug harder into his shoulder, and she stiffened. He kept his finger sliding in and out inside her, his thumb rubbing against her clitoris. Suddenly, she bucked against his hand, her inner muscles convulsing around his finger.
“Easy.” He soothed her as he stroked her through the orgasm, lengthening it as best he could.
Her eyes were glazed when she finally lifted her head and looked at him. He smiled. “Enjoy.”
Her smile was sweet, satisfied, as she nodded.
“Do you want to again?” He leaned forward until his forehead touched hers.
Her eyes widened. “But what about you?”
“Only if you want me.” He ran his hands over the curves of her hips, enjoying the fine tremors still running through her. “I’m enjoying what I’m doing to you.”
She ran her hands over his chest again, tracing her fingers over his abs and along the diagonal lines from the outside of his hips to his groin until she hit the obstacle of his shorts. The tip of his cock was peeking out above the waistband, and she teased him with her fingertips.
When she looked up at him, her lips were moist. “I want you.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He smiled, helping her undo the drawstring and letting his shorts fall to the floor. Reaching past her into the medicine cabinet, he retrieved a foil-wrapped condom. “Gary and Greg believe in stocking for any emergencies.”
She gave him a wry smile in return.
He lifted his eyebrows in a dissembling expression. “Hey, it’s against their rules for any of the guys to just bring any girl up here, but there can always be extenuating circumstances.”
She ran her nails over his chest lightly and looked delighted when his cock jumped in response. “Like now?”
“Like now,” he growled back.