CHAPTER 12 #2
“Uh, yes.” My legs squirmed under his touch, trying to close. My hips squeezed backwards against him and for a moment I thought I would orgasm right there. It had been so long and he was just oh so right.
“No. Not yet.” He could feel me move my body at the ready.
His strong legs curled around mine to keep them open. His fingers found my clit and made the same agonizing circular motion I saw him practice on the wet glass at the bar. He bit my neck, just enough for me to feel it without a mark. My breath was rapid. My heart pounding in the water.
“Don't go silent on me now, Lucifer. I will do whatever you want me to.”
It was the sexiest thing I had ever heard. The way he loved to call me Lucifer because he liked the way it felt on his tongue. The way he told me he would do whatever I wanted. The way the low growl of his voice made me believe all of it.
“I want you inside me.” I whispered, almost unsure I said the words until his fingers sunk into me. And I lost all ability to speak as he curled them inside just before he pulsed them in and out so tortuously slow.
“Uh.” I sucked in air, unable to keep breathing with the way my body rocked against his touch.
My scream dangerously close from releasing.
I was so close. I could never get this close this quickly before.
But Sasha and I had been such a slow burn that my body lingered on the precipice of flame at all times, just waiting to ignite.
“Wait, wait.” He slowed down and stopped for a moment, which is when I realized he was panting too.
“Wait?” I screamed. Confusion and anger doused my hot arousal like a cold shower.
“Sorry. You were, shit, you were grinding up against me and I almost came.” He laughed. “I almost came in like two seconds. That has never happened before.”
His laughter didn't seem cute in my almost-there haze.
“Well, I'm about to do it again just to fucking spite you! You never take away a woman's orgasm when she is that close! Fucking Hockey!” I slapped his arm, in turn splashing water against him.
“I'm sorry, Babe!” He laughed as he yelled.
“Oh, don't get cute with the nicknames now! Fucking Babe? You call me that after the orgasm, not before.” I pointed at him. My mouth spouting off in a rage that came out of me so quickly I shocked myself.
The proverbial gloves had come off. Sasha and I might not have been on the ice but our energies were perfectly matched. We were going toe-to-toe, naked. Sasha was a sweet man but he in no way was docile. He seemed to like my fire but would only take the heat for so long.
“OK!” He shouted and before I knew what was happening he stood up in the tub, bringing me with him.
A wave of water splashing down us and onto the floor.
He pushed the decorative candles and baubles off the back of the tile that had cornered the wall.
They shattered on impact but he made no indication he cared at all.
His only focus was me. He sat me down on the edge of the tub, dripping wet.
He pulled one of my legs up and propped it on the tile and then dropped to his knees inside the tub.
I was startled and aroused all at the same time. The heat of my core that was quickly lost before raced to the surface with his power and the way he used his own body to control mine. He was about to give me what I wanted. I could see it in his eyes.
Sasha slowly leaned in between my wet legs, the skin of his wet torso sinfully grazing against mine, and stopped inches from my face. He stared at the way the suds dripped down me, between us. His eyes shamelessly taking in every bit of my naked body, his chest heaving because of it.
Talking calmly and slowly Sasha, whispered in my ear. “I didn't mean to do that to you. I can still make you feel good.”
“Are you going to stop this time? I'm not a edging type of girl. When I want it, I need it. I get frustrated when I'm teased.” My eyebrow raised in challenge.
He shook his head slowly. “Not until I hear my name.”
“Promise?”
“Swear.” He licked his lips and kissed my mouth.
Sasha kissed my nipples and moaned while they were in his mouth so I could feel the vibration.
He kissed my rib cage and down my torso, the pudgy part of my belly then the inside of my thighs.
My body woke up again, every touch sending wet to my pussy.
And when he finally reached me, he went right back to making me crazy.
He kissed my clit lightly, biting my flesh in the most agonizing way.
Then dragged his tongue from the top to bottom of me, our eyes refusing to look away.
But when he shoved his tongue inside my pussy, I couldn't help let my head fall back and grab his hair to hold him there.
He went so deep, his jaw opening so wide I could feel the tension at the back of his neck.
“Yes, please.” I shouted. My voice echoed in the bathroom like we were in some sort of dark and delicious grotto.
He moaned again and replaced his tongue with two fingers only so he could look at me.
“Don't say please, I can't take it.” He growled.
His tongue went down to my clit again and sucked it into his mouth while his fingers plunged in and out to the rhythm of my hips. Within moments I was nearly there.
I didn't have to say anything. Sasha could feel I was close by the way he had to keep my legs up on the side of the tub as they were shaking.
“Uh, huh. Give it to me Lucifer. I want your come. I want to hear it, to feel it.” He moaned against me.
“I'm–I'm–” I was coming. Bright lights flashed before my eyes and quakes that started from my toes, shot all the way up my body. Every muscle I had squeezed and locked as wave after wave of an orgasm crashed through me.
“Fuck, Sasha!” I screamed as he kept going, pulling the orgasm from me, prolonging it. “Stop, stop!” I had to pull his head away as the sensation was too much with his effort to make it last.
He was panting, holding me up from passing out into his arms as I grabbed his shoulder while my entire body convulsed. His hair was a mess from the way I pulled on it. His face red from being between my legs.
“Are you OK?” He took a deep breath.
I could only nod and grab my chest to catch my breath.
Sasha came in close to me, spreading light kisses down my neck, wrapping his hand around my waist and slowly pulling me back into the water on top of him. Like a sea monster pulling his pray down to the depths of the ocean. I was hopeless against him. Putty in his hands. Dead.
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“Are you hungry, Babe?”
After what seemed like two hours, but what probably only twenty minutes as the water was still warm, Sasha woke me from my slumber in the tub.
“Did I pass out?” I wiped a wet hand across my face. My mouth dry, my body sore.
“Literally.” He chuckled, kissing my neck.
“Well, thanks for that.” I nuzzled my face into his shoulder, running my fingers down his arms.
“Honestly, thank you. That was the hottest thing I've ever done. Your pussy clenched around my tongue.”
“Oh, my god.” I covered my face with my hands, embarrassed.
“Don't be shy now. You already showed me how wild you are. You can't take it back.” He pulled my hands away from my face and kissed my palms.