Chapter 14 #2
He pushed my chin up with his fingers and peered down at me. “It wasn’t your fault, Britton.”
I swallowed back an ache in my throat and nodded.
I lightly kissed the puckered skin around the healing wound and then knelt down at his feet.
I ran my hand along the base of his cock and pressed my lips against the glistening, fleshy tip.
His groan echoed off the tile walls as I ran my tongue along the length of him.
I cupped his heavy sac in one hand as I held his cock steady with the other.
He reached up and combed his fingers through my hair, holding my face against him as my mouth slid over his erection. I tightened my lips around him and moved my mouth back and forth along the long, thick shaft. He rocked against me, urging me to take in more of him with each movement.
“Damn, baby,” he growled, “your mouth is so hot. I’m going to come, and I’m not ready yet. I need to be inside of you.”
I took my mouth from him. He reached down and lifted me to my feet.
Water swirled in the white tub and a cozy steam drifted around the bathroom. Blue sky filled the window over the tub.
I peered up at him. “This road trip is even better when we’re off the road.”
Slade reached down and took hold of my shirt.
I raised my arms as he pulled it off. I reached back and unhooked my bra.
His thick callused fingers dragged the straps off my shoulders.
The bra fell to my feet. He leaned down and suckled my nipple while he unzipped my shorts.
He pushed them to the ground and my panties dropped too.
I stepped out of them and into his strong arms.
“I’m thinking of living up to my new nickname.” His voice was rough and halted as if whatever he was thinking was making him even harder. “You up for it?”
We were surrounded by warm steam but a frisson of excitement shook my body.
I had no idea what he was up to, but I was darn sure that I wouldn’t deny him anything.
He had me so crazy with wanting him that I’d submit to anything.
I smiled as I traced the black ink lines of a tattoo. “Just tell me what to do, Master.”
He shut off the water and climbed into the tub. He leaned back and offered me his hand. I placed my palm on his and stepped into the water.
“Kneel here between my legs,” he commanded.
I knelt down in front of him. He cupped water in his hands and poured it over my shoulders, watching with fascination as the water cascaded over my naked breasts.
He reached back for the soap and rubbed it between his palms. A rose scent wafted off the wet bar of soap as he worked up a respectable lather.
He pressed a palm full of soap against my breast and smoothed the creamy suds over my shoulders, breasts and belly.
“Part your legs, baby.” I complied and his soapy hand trailed along my pussy.
My eyes drifted shut and I felt slightly dizzy from the rose scented warmth and his tender caresses between my legs.
“Turn around.”
I turned around and his soapy hands ran along my back and over my naked ass.
My head felt heavy on my neck and I swayed a bit.
“God, Slade, when you touch me—” The words were lost on a breath.
He cupped the water in his hands to rinse the soap from my skin.
His hands took hold of my waist and he sat me down between his legs.
His cock stabbed at my bottom as I leaned back against his chest. My head rested on his shoulder as he smoothed his palms over my wet breasts, stopping occasionally to tease my nipples with his thumb.
Even in the extra large tub, his long legs had to bend to fit.
I smiled as he tried to keep his long body submerged under the warm water. “It seems this world was not built for people over six feet.”
“Yeah, don’t know why that is. But I’m thinking we’re about done soaking here anyhow. Master has some plans for his little captive. If she’s game?”
I took his hand and kissed his palm. “Slade, every second with you has been pure erotic heaven. I don’t think I could deny you anything.”
He wrapped his arms around me and held me for a long, quiet moment. Then he kissed my shoulder and released me. He stepped out first and dried off quickly, before holding the towel open for me. I pushed to my feet and stepped into the towel.
He dried my skin and I sighed with satisfaction. “This is like being at the world’s best spa.”
“That reminds me—” He reached to the bathroom vanity and picked up the tiny sample bottle of oil. Then he lifted me, still cocooned in the towel, into his arms. He carried me out to the bed.
He drew back the covers and lowered me onto the center of the mattress, before taking the towel away. Warm sunlight streamed in from the picture window. The rhythmic roar of the ocean climbed up the hillside and curled itself around the deck, making the glass of the window vibrate.
I leaned back against the pillow. He stood over me with that dark, hungry gaze that stirred every fiber of my being.
With his strong jaw covered with black stubble and the mosaic of ink covering his tanned skin, he looked completely inconsistent with the flowery room.
Something about the contradiction of a dark and dangerous looking man standing in a completely romantic setting made the whole thing that much more exciting.
Warm moisture pooled between my legs. I stretched my arms up and took hold of the wrought iron headboard. I arched my body toward him.
“If you don’t make your move soon, Master, I just may have to start pleasuring myself.”
Those words caught his attention, and a wicked grin curled his lip.
“I was just kidding, of course,” I said.
His brow rose. “Uh, Tink, I will remind you of our conversation in the tub.” He stretched out across the bottom of the bed and raised himself up on one elbow.
He took hold of one of my ankles and moved it so that my legs were spread wide.
From the angle where he sat, propped up on his elbow, I was completely exposed.
The feeling of having him stare at me, splayed open for him to see every intimate inch of me, made me ache with wanting to be touched.
My pussy was wet with cream from having his gaze on me.
“Touch yourself, baby. I want to watch.” His tone assured me he was completely serious. “Anything, remember? This is only the first thing I’ve asked of you. Don’t deny me.”
“Should’ve been sipping wine instead of those sodas,” I said with a nervous laugh.
His fingers reached up. He just grazed the inside of my thigh, but it sent a shiver through me that made me crave more. “Tell me what you want right now.” His fingers tickled my pussy, and I wriggled toward his hand wanting him to touch me harder.
“I want you,” I said breathlessly. “I want you to fuck me and put to rest the ache between my thighs.”
He moved his face between my legs, and his warm breath blew across my pussy. I lifted my hips to try and feel more of the heat. His incredible teasing was making me wild with need. “Please,” I said.
“Touch yourself.” His words were more insistent. His fingers lightly caressed my pussy, and I nearly curled into a ball of despair. I wanted him so badly now I wanted to cry out, to beg him to take me. But his self-control, like his physique, was hard as steel.
Hesitantly, at first, I pressed my hand against my pussy.
“You’re going to have to do better than that, baby.” His deep voice floated over my body, a body that wanted more than anything to be taken in every erotic form and position.
His hands took a firm hold of my thighs, and he parted them more.
Again, I was fully exposed to his gaze, to all his senses.
The notion of it sent a new wave of desire through me.
I slid my fingers through the folds of my pussy, massaging my clit for a few moments until I could no longer stop myself from pushing farther.
Having him watch me made me so hot and wet that I clutched the headboard with my free hand for support.
“God yeah, baby,” he groaned. “That’s it. Take yourself close to the edge, but don’t you dare come until I’m inside of you.”
I lost myself in the feel of it, touching myself intimately in front of him was making the heat in my pussy and body flow faster. “Oh, Slade, I need you now. Please.”
I felt the mattress move as he lifted himself up and lowered himself over me.
“Glad you need me now, baby, cuz my self-control was definitely starting to break.” He took hold of my hands and lifted them back up to the headboard.
My fingers wrapped tightly around the iron railing as Slade slid his hand under my ass, lifting me toward him.
I cried out as he pushed his cock inside of me.
My pussy clamped down around him wanting to feel every thick, long inch of him.
He pumped inside of me holding my ass firm so that I absorbed the full impact of his thrusts.
Then, as he gripped my naked ass, he slid a finger into the tight hole, impaling my anus as his cock filled my pussy.
I found myself instinctively giving in to the pressure of his finger as it pushed deeper.
He knew where to touch and what to do with every intimate place on my body.
All of it was as new to me as it was overwhelming.
It was pure ecstasy, pure intimacy and I never wanted it to end.
“Oh, Slade.” My voice was diminished to a shaky whisper.
He rocked against me, making contact with my clit each time.
He pushed his cock deeper, and my body splintered into a million pieces as my pussy climaxed around him.
I released my hold on the headboard and grabbed his arms as each pulsating wave took me even further into ecstasy.
“Slade, fuck.” My ragged, slightly delirious tone sounded completely unfamiliar to my own ears.
I nearly crumpled into tears with the sheer intensity of it.
I lifted my legs to help him continue on to his own orgasm, but he withdrew instead.
I opened my eyes in surprise. His deep green eyes were staring down at me.
There was a twinkle in them that I couldn’t read, but I had a feeling my new experiences hadn’t ended yet.
He placed his hand against my face and kissed me. “I still haven’t had all of you, baby. I want that, but if it’s too much, you let me know.”
I watched him with curiosity, and a tremor of nervous anticipation went through me. He rolled off and reached for the tiny bottle of oil on the nightstand. He turned my body so my back was to him. I gasped as his oily fingers unexpectedly pushed inside my anus. I knew now what he wanted.
His body moved close behind mine, and he pressed his mouth to my ear. “What do you say, baby? I want all of you, but you can say no.”
“I want it too, Slade.” I pushed my ass toward him. “I want you to have all of me.”
Again, I reached up to the headboard and gripped it, not completely sure what to expect.
He held my hips as he entered slowly. Then his hand came down in front of me, and his fingers pushed between my legs to stroke my clit, bringing me back to the height of arousal.
The extreme intimacy of what he was doing, and the erotic groans rolling up from his chest as he pushed inside of me brought me quickly back to orgasm.
I whimpered in exhausted delight as a low guttural sound rumbled in his throat.
He pressed his face against my shoulder and came.
Exhausted from physical satisfaction, we curled into each other’s arms and fell asleep in our cozy beach cottage.