Chapter 17 #2
She opened her eyes and looked at him. Her gaze drifted to his groin, where his cock stood erect.
She bit her lower lip, and the sensual action made him want to drag her out of the tub and press her against the nearest flat surface to sink his cock into her.
Yet, he restrained himself. Her pleasure came first.
“I see what you mean,” she murmured before she ripped her eyes from his cock and met his gaze. “I hope you don’t mind me taking a bath. It’s been quite a while. I don’t have a tub in my flat.”
He crouched down next to the bathtub and leaned over the rim to bring his face to hers.
“You can take as many baths as you want. I want you to feel comfortable here,” he assured her.
He kissed her tenderly before releasing her lips again.
“Don’t you want to join me?”
Benjamin chuckled and shook his head. “Trust me. The tub isn’t quite big enough for the two of us. I don’t want to rob you of your enjoyment.”
He dipped one hand into the water and slid it over her breasts.
“But I wouldn’t mind helping you wash…”
“That’s very sweet of you,” she whispered. “I’ll take all the help I can get.”
He took the bottle of shower gel and squeezed a dollop of it into his palm, then rubbed his hands together to create foam.
Catalina sat up in the tub, and he began rubbing his soapy hands over her shoulders and down her back, then ran them back up to her neck, where he slowed his movement to a gentle caress.
He felt Catalina relax into his touch and shifted so he could slide both hands down from her shoulders to her breasts.
There, he lingered, making circular movements around the firm flesh, massaging and squeezing her perfect orbs with long, firm strokes.
Her breathing became more pronounced, and small sighs and moans rolled over her lips.
Gently, he pressed her back against the tub just far enough so the water washed away the suds on her back, while her breasts remained above the water level.
His cock twitched at the erotic sight, and he continued to massage her breasts, loving the feel of her ample flesh in his palms.
“You have beautiful tits,” he said, using the coarse word on purpose.
“I love how you touch them,” she replied, showing no offense, and placed her hands over his, pressing them down more firmly.
He took her cue and squeezed them with more vigor, then rubbed his thumbs over her pert nipples. She gasped, but didn’t protest, so he pinched them a little harder. Her eyelashes fluttered, and with her teeth she pulled her lower lip into her mouth.
“Damn, baby, you’re sexy. You make me wanna fuck your tits.”
The words were out before he could stop himself. He hadn’t planned on this. In fact, he’d planned on showering her with pleasure, delaying his own. But evidently, his body had other plans.
Her lips parted, and she looked at him, not in shock or disgust, but with interest. “You want that?” she asked and put her hands to the outside of both breasts to squeeze them together to form a tight cleavage.
He moaned at the sight. “Fuck, yeah.”
Without rinsing the soap from her breasts, he lifted her out of the bathtub and laid her onto the thick bathmat.
Impatiently, he swung himself over her, straddling her.
Like before, Catalina pressed her breasts together, and he guided his rock-hard cock to just below them.
With one long slide, he penetrated the narrow channel she’d created for him.
The soap foam created the perfect lubrication as her ample flesh cradled him when he pushed forward.
“Fuck!”
He wouldn’t last long, nor would he be able to give her the pleasure she deserved, but the state he was in right now made it impossible for him to stop.
“Happy birthday, Benjamin,” she whispered, her eyes locking with his.
In them he saw affection shining back at him—and something else. Catalina was seducing him, and she was aware of the power she had over him. He had no defenses. But it didn’t matter. He wanted Catalina to know that she had power over him.
Knowing that he couldn’t resist the temptress beneath him, he began to thrust back and forth between her breasts, while his balls slapped against her chest with every thrust and withdrawal.
The erotic sensation shot spears of lust through his body and hastened the approach of his orgasm.
Three words sat on his lips, ready to burst from them, when his cock spasmed without warning, killing his ability to speak.
His seed shot from its tip, raining over Catalina’s cleavage, neck, and shoulders as he climaxed hard and fast.
His knees were shaking from the force of his release, and he bent over Catalina, kissing her passionately. She responded with the same passion and put her arms around him to hold him close.
When he severed the kiss, he pressed his forehead to hers. “I’ve never felt anything so amazing.”
“I love the way you lose control,” she replied, running her finger along his cheek and chin.
He managed a chuckle. “I bet you do, you little vixen.” Then he pressed a featherlight kiss to her lips. “And I love the way you make me weak in the knees.”
Benjamin’s words sent a warm tingling through her body, settling in her womb.
And even though he hadn’t explicitly said he had feelings for her, she could hear affection coloring his voice.
She’d never been so adventurous when it came to sex, but with Benjamin she felt free to experiment and let go.
“Come,” he suddenly said, and lifted himself off her.
He helped her up, then guided her back to the tub and helped her step back inside. As if he’d done this many times before, he cleaned her chest, making sure to rinse away all soap and semen, before doing the same for himself.
“I’ll help you dry off,” he suggested when he lifted her out of the tub and set her back on the bathmat.
She smiled at him while he reached for a large bath towel. “I know what that leads to.”
He winked at her. “Let’s be honest. Everything I do with you leads to the same: me wanting to make love to you.”
As he dried her and himself off, she enjoyed being close to him. Even though he’d climaxed only minutes before, he didn’t act like other men after they’d gotten what they wanted. He still paid her the same attention and showed her the same affection as before.
Now dry, Benjamin took her hand and led her out of the bathroom. She lay down on the bed, and he joined her. But instead of lying down beside her and pulling the duvet over them, he knelt at the foot of the bed and gripped her legs, spreading them wide to make space for himself.
When she realized what he was about to do, she let out a low gasp. “Oh.”
He looked at her as he slid closer. “I want to lick you. I hope that’s okay with you…”
Their eyes met, and she noticed the orange sheen in his irises again. It had to be a reflection of the bedside lamp, but right now it looked like lava that was bubbling in a deep cave. It was odd that the sight conjured up such a strange comparison, but she couldn’t think of it in any other way.
“Yes,” she said in a breathy voice, eager to feel his lips and tongue on her intimate flesh.
“I’m glad, or I would have had to tie you to my bed so I could suck your beautiful pussy.”
At the thought of being tied up by him, she should feel scared, but to her surprise, no such fear rose in her.
“Maybe that’s what you should do.”
His forehead furrowed.