“I’m coming,” he said.
“Not without me, you aren’t.”
He chuckled. The woman made his heart sing. It was stupid of him to even entertain thoughts of anyone but her. When he entered the bathroom, she was bent over the tub adjusting the temperature of the water. All that slick, rosy flesh between her legs instantly grabbed his complete attention. Considering his sexual ADD, that was saying something. Reagan tugged the lever, sending a steady gush of water out of the showerhead, and then stepped into the tub facing the spray. Trey followed her without hesitation.
She turned to look at him standing behind her in the shower and laughed. “You forgot to take off your jeans.”
“You have stolen my ability to think coherently.”
She turned and wrapped her wet arms around Trey’s neck. Her smoky blue eyes were full of mischief when she said, “Is that so?”
His hands slid over the slick skin of her back to her hand-filling rump. He loved a woman with a succulent ass. It gave him something to hold on to. Trey jerked her against him and rubbed her mound against the hard length of his c**k through his pants. “Do you feel what you do to me?”
“I haven’t even started with you yet, Trey Mills.”
He grinned. “Is that so?”
“Yeah. There’s something about you that makes me want to do very naughty things.” Her tongue flicked out and she bent her neck to toy with the piercing in his nipple.
“I feel the same way,” he said. “That’s why I’m still wearing my jeans.”
“But I want you naked.” She leaned back, her mound pressing more firmly against his cock, and unbuttoned the topmost button of his jeans. “Can I take these off?” She looked up at him coyly. Her short blond hair clung to her damp cheeks, framing her lovely face to perfection. He was surprised his wet jeans didn’t start steaming.
“Help yourself,” he murmured, pulling away just enough for her to release his fly and ease his pants down his thighs. She squatted down in front of him as she lowered his pants to his ankles and teased the head of his c**k with her tongue when it came within reach.
He gasped at the slight contact. He didn’t usually spend all day seducing a woman before he earned his prize, so his body was not used to this level of denial. He hoped he could hold back long enough to give her the pleasure she deserved. Her hand moved to cup his balls and he almost leapt out of his skin.
“Easy,” he whispered.
She shook her head. “Let me help you with this.” She removed his sopping jeans and used them to cushion her knees as she lowered herself to kneel before him.
He’d wanted to pleasure her for hours before he let himself have his release, but she was right. He needed this. He could give her those hours of pleasure after. It wasn’t as if he planned on leaving right after he came. Another rarity for him.
“Just relax,” she murmured and sucked his c**k into her mouth.
He watched her through half-lowered eyelids. Hot water struck his chest and poured down his belly and thighs. Her hands moved to his hips as she bobbed her head faster, sucked harder. She was pretty good at this… for a woman. He watched her, forcing his mind to focus on her. Only her. She didn’t deserve to be compared to anyone else. Man or woman. She was wonderful. Beautiful. Sexy. Talented. And oh God, he was going to come.
“Reagan,” he gasped as he found release.
She moved her head to the side, stroking him with both hands as he came so hard his fluids struck the wall behind her. She lifted his c**k and licked his scrotum until he grabbed her hair in both fists to get her to stop. His knees felt wobbly enough as it was.
“Trey. My hair,” she complained.
He immediately released his handholds and smoothed the damp locks. “Sorry. I just really, really needed that. You’ve been driving me crazy all day.”
She climbed to her feet. “Now we can start from the beginning again.”
Now he could worship her body as she deserved. He retrieved a bar of soap and lathered a washcloth until it was dripping with frothy suds. He washed her skin slowly, making sure the rough, foamy cloth stroked every inch of her flesh. He especially enjoyed her reaction when he sank to the floor of the tub, lifted her foot, and washed between her toes. She held onto his head for balance and alternated between moaning and giggling. He washed her other foot and then slowly worked his way back up her body. Wishing soap was cherry flavored, he paused to lick the tattoo on her hip. It was way past lunchtime. Trey moved slowly up her body, the washcloth no longer soapy. When he stood before her, she wrapped both arms around his neck and plastered her wet body against his. He reached for the soap and then lowered his head to kiss her. He washed her back as he explored her delectable mouth with his tongue.
She tore her mouth from his. “Take me to bed,” she said, her eyes focused on his lips.
“You don’t want to try that slow, hard f**k against a wall?”
She chuckled. “You make me weak in the knees and it’s all slippery in here. I don’t think that’s a good idea at the moment.”
“Maybe later, then,” he said and claimed her mouth again.
He moved the soap to wash his arms as they surrounded her body. He rubbed the soap over her hips, then his, making the shower about both of them now. She took the soap from him and washed his back, his ass, the tops of his thighs. Her hands moved to his shoulders and she dropped the soap.
They weren’t really washing each other anymore anyway. They were getting to know each other’s bodies. As the warm water rinsed the suds from their entangled bodies, Trey filled his hands with her plump ass. She moaned in his mouth when he dug his fingers into the soft, yielding flesh and massaged the cheeks together before tugging them apart and massaging them together again.
“Trey,” she whispered into his mouth.
“Hmm?”
“I love the way that feels.”
“That’s good,” he murmured.
“But you know what would feel better?”
“Hmm?”
She moved her mouth near his ear. “If you did it while I rode you.”
Couldn’t argue with that logic. “Mmm hmm.”
“The bedroom is that way.” She nodded toward the door.
“I don’t want to let you go.” He loved the way her curves fit him. How perfect his c**k felt nestled against her lower belly. How the hardened tips of her small br**sts pressed into his chest. He didn’t think he could take his hands off her delicious booty if he tried.