Chapter 16
WESTON
My heart pounded against my ribs, Lena’s words echoing in my head like a drum beat.
We could always shower together.
I blinked at her, certain I must have misheard. This was simply me projecting, wishing, wanting her so much that it was messing with my head, making me hear things.
She lifted her shoulder, almost shyly, as she said, “You know, save water and all that. Kincaid Energy’s all about sustainability. Maybe we should practice what we preach.”
After that, there was no way for me to see her offer as anything other than what it was, no way to miss the desire in her eyes. I caught her face between my palms again and kissed her breathless. “Aye, woman,” I growled. “Let’s save that water.”
We stumbled through the bathroom door, hands running freely over shoulders and down arms and around waists.
I kicked the door closed behind me as I let my hand drift down the side of Lena’s neck, feeling her pulse flicker.
I dropped my hand lower, palm pressed to her sternum, feeling that excited thrum beat even harder.
“Your heart’s racing,” I murmured.
She grinned up at me. “Isn’t yours?”
It was. I was about to burst into bloody flames. And the only thing that would quench the burn was Lena, naked and writhing in my arms.
She reached over to turn the shower on, the glass walls fogging as we undressed each other.
I stroked my hand against each new strip of exposed skin, softly at first and then with more urgency.
She shivered as I ran my thumb across her breast, her nipple hardening beneath my touch.
When I let my hand drift down her torso, toward her hip, she giggled.
“Tickles,” she whispered.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmured in response.
As she stepped beneath the water, the spray wetting her long hair, droplets clinging to her eyelashes, she was a siren, and she was singing my song.
I surged toward her, pulling her close under the heated waterfall spray.
“Hi,” she whispered, looking up at me.
“Hi. Please tell me you have something other than peach blossom- and jasmine-scented body wash for me to soap myself up with.”
“What?” she teased. “Not good enough for you? I suppose you want to smell like a misty glen or something.”
“Rugged terrain, dark leather, royal oak,” I joked. “Any of those will work.”
“I’ll get right on that, my liege.”
“You know that makes you my queen, right?”
She flushed more than she had from the heat of the water.
“We are married, after all,” I added, hoping to deepen that blush.
It worked. The color sank down her chest like a sunset. I chased the pink with my lips, then back up with my tongue, letting my hands roam as Lena ran her hands over my shoulders, entwining her arms around my neck.
Once I’d straightened up, I took that fruity body wash and a loofah and soaped her up very, very thoroughly, letting my hands linger over sensitive flesh.
Lena bit her lip, sucking in a sharp breath as I scrubbed gently up one thigh and down the other.
When I was done, she returned the favor, soaping me up and rinsing me clean.
The way she looked at me, eyes wide and wanting, told me exactly how she felt.
She set the loofah aside and let her hands drift down my chest, over my abs, and across the soft hairs that led to my hardening cock.
“You can touch,” I whispered as she hesitated to go lower. “It won’t bite.”
The corner of her mouth twitched, and I knew she was taking my words as a challenge. “I might.” With a firm, confident grip, she took my length in her hand, running her palm up and down the shaft. My cock grew rigid under her ministrations.
“God, you’re…”
“What?” I asked, taking her jaw in my hands to tilt her face to mine.
She shrugged. “Big? I always imagined—”
“You imagined me, eh?” I said, giving her a smug grin.
She rolled her eyes. “Don’t say that as if you never did.”
“Nope,” I lied. “I’ve been a good and proper lad.”
She shook her head fondly. “We both know no one would ever describe you that way.”
“Tell me what you imagined,” I said, twisting my fingers in her hair. “Tell me about all your wicked little thoughts.”
“How big you were,” she said, her mouth dropping open as I tugged gently on her hair. “What you looked like. How heavy you would feel in my hand. I couldn’t help wondering what it would feel like to…”
“Say it,” I ordered.
She swallowed hard, sucking in a shallow breath as I let one hand drift around to cup her backside. Her eyes fluttered closed as I kneaded the flesh, pulling her against me until she could feel my hardness against her belly.
I pushed rivulets of hair out of her face. “You wondered what it would be like to have your boss’s cock inside you?”
Her eyelids snapped open, her blue eyes flashing, pupils blown wide. “Yes,” she whispered huskily.
“Don’t think about that,” I said. She frowned. “Think about what it’ll feel like to have your husband’s cock inside you.”
“Weston,” she gasped as I caught her in a searing kiss, pressing the heel of my hand between her legs. She moaned as her fingernails clawed at my shoulders, as she arched against me, looking for friction. “Oh, God,” she cried, her eyes snapping closed again. “Oh, fuck!”
“I plan to,” I growled in response. I was aching for her, my cock needy and throbbing, but I wouldn’t take her here. I wanted to unravel her until she was screaming my name. Until she was hoarse and breathless and begging to come. I wanted her trembling beneath me.
I turned the water off and led her from the shower toward the shelf that held a pile of fluffy white towels.
She twisted one around her hair and I scrubbed at my own, drying off as quickly as possible.
The steam evaporated, the air significantly cooler outside the shower, and as my body flushed with goosebumps, I used the remaining logical part of my brain to ensure the hallway was clear before I whisked us around the corner to my room.
Once we were inside, I locked the door behind us and dragged her to me. I didn’t think I’d ever had a woman in here. Especially not a wet, naked one. Our towels puddled on the floor, and I clutched Lena close, kissing her until she sagged in my arms.
“Dizzy?” I asked.
“A little,” she admitted. “You’re awfully good with your tongue.”
“Aye, you’ve seen nothing yet,” I promised, nudging her toward the bed. She got the hint and climbed up, sinking into the plush comforter, her body calling to me. Before I let my desire run away from me, I turned and started searching out a pack of condoms.
“How old are those?” Lena questioned, sitting up on her elbows as I grabbed one out of the pocket of my suitcase.
“I packed them in Houston.”
“You thought you’d be getting lucky while you were here?” she said, one eyebrow arching.
“It is our honeymoon.”
She threw a pillow at me.
“I’m kidding,” I said, chuckling. “But it never hurts to be prepared.”
“I suppose it doesn’t,” Lena agreed, watching as I rolled the condom onto my cock. Her tongue darted out, absently licking her lips. Gah! She had no idea what she was doing to me. I gave my throbbing length a squeeze and she groaned, rubbing her thighs together.
“What do you want?” I asked as I climbed onto the bed, using one arm to hover over her, the other continuing to pump myself.
“Touch me,” she pleaded, watching the way I touched myself. “Please,” she moaned. “It’s been so long.”
“Touch you like this?” I said, releasing my cock to let my hand skitter across her thigh teasingly. I cupped her gently, feeling the slick moisture that gathered there as I rocked the heel of my palm into her core. “Or like this?”
Her eyes crashed shut. “Yes,” she hissed. “Yes.”
“Or like this?” I said, sinking my fingers into her, my thumb finding her clit. She jerked at the touch, already so sensitive. I touched her again, and a desperate moan bled from her lips. “So needy.”
“Weston,” she said, again and again, like it was a prayer.
I swirled my finger around that sensitive bud.
Once I found a rhythm that made her writhe and moan, I stuck to that, chasing her toward her high.
She was so responsive, so receptive, it was like she’d been made specifically for me to unlock.
Like the path to her pleasure had been coded into my bones.
“Yes,” I hissed as her hips lifted off the bed, chasing my fingers for that ultimate release. “That’s it. Come for me, Lena. Fucking come.” I pressed a little harder, and a cry exploded from her as her entire body seized, her nails digging into my shoulders as she trembled through the release.
Then she went boneless beneath me.
She threw her arm over her eyes, breathing hard, a tiny smile on her lips. I watched her breasts rise and fall, and I reached out to stroke my hand over one pert nipple. She moaned, seeming to like that, and I pinched her gently. “All right?” I asked.
“So good,” she groaned, arching as my hand drifted down her stomach, toward the apex of her thighs again. She already wanted more—I could tell. But I let my hand roam the other way, and she grunted in frustration.
I gave a husky laugh. “Would you like something?”
She dropped her arm, looking all at once horny and stern. “Yes, for you to use that giant cock of yours to fuck me.”
“Music to any man’s ears,” I said, grinning as I rolled on top of her, my forearms on either side of her head.
She shifted her legs to cradle my hips, gasping as my cock brushed the space between her thighs. She was so slick I could have seated myself in one smooth stroke, but I caught her eye first. “Ready?”
She nodded, wrapping her hand around the back of my neck and pulling me toward her so she could press a kiss to my lips. “Yes,” she whispered as she pulled away, and it was all I needed. I inched my way inside, letting her adjust to my length.
She released a breathy moan, and once I’d seated myself fully, I pulled out and slid into her again.
She gasped. “Oh, fuck yes.”
I took that as a good sign and repeated the motion, this time sliding in a little harder, a little faster.
And once I’d started building a rhythm, I couldn’t help myself.
I wanted more of Lena. The sounds she made.
The desperate way she scratched at my shoulders.
The way she stared down between us, watching my cock slam into her.
“Ugggghhh, yes, Weston!” she cried. “Yes! Yes!”
I was close, the pleasure coiling at the small of my back like a spring, but so was she. I could tell by her panting breaths. “What do you want?”
“You,” she begged. “Fuck me, please. Touch me. God!”
I reached between us, finding her clit again, and all it took was a few well-timed strokes to tip her over the edge. And then I chased my own orgasm, rocking against her, snapping my hips to the tune of her unraveling.
“Bloody hell!” I gasped as I came, closing my eyes as sensation shot through me. Waves of bliss permeated every cell in my body as I jerked against her, chasing the last few coordinated thrusts.
Lena held me as my orgasm rippled through me. It was so good. She was so good. When it was done, I disposed of the condom and flopped onto my side on the bed. Lena rolled toward me, snuggling into my arms.
“How was that?” I asked, brushing hair from her face.
“I can’t believe we waited so long to consummate the marriage,” she teased.
My cock twitched at that. “Aye,” I agreed. “Is that you asking for round two?”
Her smile twisted into a smirk. “And maybe three and four.”