16. Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Sixteen
C assie
“Yes, I do.” Beds must always be made—your father hates messy beds. My mother’s words echoed in my head. Why did this keep happening?
“We’re only going to mess it up again.”
“I know, but…” I stopped and the quilt slipped from my fingers. I glanced at Marcus, confusion sweeping through me. “I don’t know how to do this.” Did that even make sense?
He pushed away from the wall and crossed to me. Taking my hands, he kissed the back of them. Tingles from the touch of his lips against my skin swept over me. “Do what feels good, and let me take care of you.”
That sounded so nice. No one had ever really taken care of me. Could I release that little bit of control to Marcus? For the rest of our time together, let him take the lead and take care of me? I was going to try. “Yes.” The whispered word left my lips.
“Come on.” He swept me into his arms, and I let out a small squeal as he carried me into the bathroom.
“First things first,” he said setting me on my feet.
“While I adore this on you…” His fingers found the ties holding the teddy together.
“I want you naked.” He pulled the ties, and the fabric slipped away. “You are so beautiful.”
“I…” I couldn’t find the words. His look was… I didn’t know how to describe it. It was something like worship.
He brushed his fingers over my breasts. “Rosy, perky nipples. I plan on playing with these a lot this weekend.” He pinched them lightly, and my knees went weak. He slid open the shower door and turned on the water.
With a quick motion, he slid his shorts and underwear off, kicking them to the side. I couldn’t help myself. I gazed down at him. His cock was hard. I closed my eyes and bit my lip. Was I nervous? Scared? Aroused? Maybe all three.
“You’re…well-endowed.” Those were lame words, but they were the only ones that came to mind. He stifled a laugh, then said, “Let’s get wet.”
Too late.
Snagging me around the waist, he maneuvered us into the shower and closed the door.
The shower was huge. It would easily hold four people, but it was more than that. There was water all around us. Last night I’d only used the main shower head, but now I was surrounded by all the water jets.
The water pulsed around my upper back and stomach. Even lower around my legs. It was decadent, erotic. Marcus nudged me farther under the spray, and I ducked my head, allowing the hot water to flow over me.
His lips touched the back of my neck in a soft kiss. His chest was against my back, and I allowed my head to fall back against his shoulder. Heat surrounded me, not just from the water. Every nerve ending came alive with this man.
“You smell delicious.” His lips trailed over my shoulder, skimming over my skin, leaving fire in its path.
I sucked in a breath when something cold and smooth touched me below my breasts.
Lifting my head off his shoulder I glanced down.
“What the heck is that?” I was more curious than alarmed.
The beige, cock-shaped soap was about four inches long, and I almost wanted to laugh when I figured out what it was.
“This is just a little something I’ve been working on in R my body was on high alert.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispered as he slipped his hand lower. “Spread your legs for me.”
I shifted my feet, anticipation heating my blood. He was going to soap me down there? It wasn’t like I hadn’t done that before, but… This was different. This was foreplay in a shower, something I’d never done and certainly not with a man like Marcus.
He rubbed the soap up and down, but there was something different about this one. I couldn’t put my finger on it. A gasp left my lips as his fingers spread my labia and ran the soap over my clit.
“Remember when I said the women wanted something to please them?”
My mind turned the words over in my head as he guided the soap over my clit. My pussy clenched with each pass. Greedy little thing.
“Spread your legs wider.”
I shifted my feet farther apart until cool air teased me. I lost my breath when he paused the soap at my entrance. Pure pleasure swept through me as he pressed the soap into my pussy.
“ Ahh! ” My mouth dropped open. “It’s bigger.” That was the difference. Hell, yes.
“Yes, this is a larger version. Women complained the waterproof vibrator wasn’t big enough, and the larger ones became awkward.”
The soap slipped farther into my channel, and my muscles clenched around it. That didn’t stop Marcus from continuing to stroke me with it.
“The soap is hypo-allergenic. Our focus group gave us the dimensions they felt would be best for most women.” The soap-cock slipped out, and Marcus pushed it back in. “The rope is made to go over your wrist and tighten so you won’t lose it.”
Lose it? My pussy was clenching the thing like it was a real cock. It wasn’t going to get lost. My hips arched when he brushed his thumb over my clit. Oh damn, that upped my arousal.
“We’ve been thinking in R&D about adding something to the soap so a woman can tease her clit at the same time.”
His finger, slick with soap, found my clit and flicked it.
“I think what you have is more than enough.” I don’t know how I managed to say the words with the way Marcus was stroking my pussy and clit.
My nerves tingled, and my pussy clenched. My eyes drifted shut as he continued to fuck me with the cock on a rope. My body was twitching with need. “More,” I whispered, arching my hips. He adjusted his hold and twisted the cock. I jerked.
“Easy, sweetheart.”
He pulled the soap from me, and I groaned in disappointment. I was so close. His fingers were spreading my pussy lips apart and… “ Ahhh .”
Warm water hit my pussy and clit. I shifted away from the spray. It was too much.
“Just removing all the lather.” He maneuvered the spray, and the pulsing water cascaded over my clit, sending me right back to the edge.
A single touch or a finger in my pussy and I’d go over. The water disappeared, and I cried out when he plunged two fingers into my cunt.
“Yes!” I bucked into his touch.
“You’re so slick, so warm and tight.”
My hips followed the rhythm of his fingers as my pussy pulsed, and my stomach quivered with my impending orgasm. I was almost there.
His fingers were gone.
“Damn it, stop teasing me.” I opened my eyes and glared at him.
“The wait will be worth it.” He gave me a smug grin.
“Really.” An idea popped into my head. He wanted to play the teasing game. Well, let’s see how he liked it.
I bit my lower lip so I wouldn’t grin and give my plan away. I maneuvered in his loose hold until I faced him. Without a word, I dropped to my knees and drew his rock-hard cock into my mouth.
“Cassie,” he groaned.
I traced the veins of his cock with my fingertips then grasped the base before I took the crest between my lips and caressed the tiny slit with the tip of my tongue.
Steel covered by silk.
“Fuck.” His hips shifted, and his hands tangled in my wet hair.
Phase two, I thought, very glad now I had the foresight to read several sex manuals made available to company employees. I drew him deep into my mouth, and my fingers slid to his balls, which I caressed while my mouth and tongue teased his cock.
His hips thrust as his cock slid in and out of my mouth. Pleasure flooded me—I was getting to him. Relaxing my throat, I took him all the way back. Deeper than I’d ever taken a man. His balls tightened in my grasp. I drew back and released his cock, a grin playing around my lips.
“Cassie,” he groaned, his fingers caressing the back of my head.
“The wait will be worth it.” I mimicked his words.
His fingers tightened as I rose, then slid over my back to cup my ass. His eyes were blazing with desire. “Who’s teasing who?”
Tilting my head, I gave him a saucy grin. “Turnabout is fair play.”
“Then by all means, let’s play.” He pulled me to him, and his lips descended.
The kiss was one of passion and possession. I sank against his body and kissed him back. My skin was on fire for him. I needed him. I’d never needed a man like this before.
The water stopped flowing, and Marcus maneuvered us out of the shower while we still kissed. Once we were clear of the shower, he lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bed.
Harder, deeper, our tongues dueled as we groaned into each other’s mouths. He broke the kiss when my feet touched the carpeted floor. I watched him as he threw the covers back, enjoying the way the muscles on his back moved and contracted.
“We’ll get the sheets wet.”
“Who cares?” He lifted me and tossed me onto the bed, following me down.
His legs trapped mine, and he grabbed my wrists, pulling my arms above my head. His weight felt so good. In the past, I’d hated being enclosed like this by lovers, feeling trapped. Not with Marcus.
“Mine,” he whispered before lowering his head.
His tongue licked my puckered nipple. My breath rushed out at the pure pleasure of his tongue against my skin.
He flashed me a smirk before he closed his lips over my right nipple and his hand over my left.
Molten lava flowed through my veins. He’d worked me up earlier, and my body was primed and ready.
“More.” Yes, I wanted more. I wanted everything he would give me and then some.
“My pleasure.” He stretched his arm out, reaching for the nightstand drawer.
“I’m on the pill.” I wanted to feel him, not a condom.
“Good, but a condom is not what I’m after.”