His honey-colored eyes ran up and down her body, and she decided that it was time to circle back to her first impulse, when she'd entered the bathroom. Time to pop that cherry. Her hands were shaking as she hooked her thumbs in the waistline of his jeans and boxer briefs, she pushed them down and as she did, she knelt down in front of Brian.
"No, I didn't mean … You don't have to do that-"
Brian stopped talking as Becca wrapped her fingers around the thick base of his hard column of flesh. Stroking up the shaft, she looked up at him and explained, "I've never done this before. But, I've wanted to do this to you for a long time. I want to taste you. I want you in my mouth."
He cursed again. This time, it wasn't under his breath, and as she moved forward and took the broad head of his sex in her mouth, he reached out and braced his hand on the wall for support. She felt Brian's knees buckle slightly as she sealed her lips around him and sucked the tip of his penis in and out of her mouth, while she moved her hand up and down his throbbing erection in illicit strokes.
With each pass of her tongue on Brian's silky smooth engorged flesh, Becca's body became more and more primed with desire. Passion pounded through her heart, chest and core. Rolling waves of tantalizing desire crashed through her. Kneeling before Brian, sucking him between her lips as she held his pulsing length in her hand, was a powerful aphrodisiac.
Her fingers tightened around his steel-hard length, and she moaned as her mouth continued taking his engorged tip in suctioning kisses. He tasted so good. Brian was the perfect combination of salty and sweet.
Deciding that she wanted more of him, she rose up higher on her knees and guided him, with her hand, deep into her mouth. She felt his thick head hit the back of her throat as his fingers tangled in her hair, and a primal moan ripped from his chest. Figuring that must be a sign that she was doing it right, she repeated the motion. This time, instead of a groan, he growled her name. Before she knew it, she was up and standing on her feet as Brian made quick-to the point of being manic-work of getting her bra and panties off.
A thrill ran through her at the fact that she'd driven him to be so animalistic, so forceful. Brian was usually so laid back, so seeing him like this and knowing that she was the reason he was so hot and bothered was a heady realization.
Becca watched, her entire body humming with arousal and anticipation as Brian swiftly reached in and checked the stream of water. She licked her lips, remembering the erotic sensation of his throbbing member sliding in and out of her mouth, as he quickly sheathed himself with a condom he'd grabbed from his jeans. Then he easily lifted her and set her inside the shower, following immediately behind her.
As the water beat down on their bodies, Brian backed Becca up until she felt the cold tile wall against her back. Then, dipping his head, Brian covered her mouth with his. The touch of his soft lips on hers sent a shockwave through her entire body.
And she knew, in that moment, that this was all she'd ever need; Brian kissing her, wanting her, needing her, claiming her.
* * *
Brian tried to control himself, tried not to attack Becca the way he wanted to. But she was not making it easy. First, that lingerie. Then, the blow job.
Damn. Did she have any idea what she was doing to him?
His hands slid up and down her slick body as his mouth devoured hers in a demanding kiss. But it wasn't enough. He craved her. He needed to taste her. All of her.
Lowering to his knees, Brian ran his hand down the smooth skin of Becca's thigh slipping his fingers behind her knee. Lifting his arm, he raised it up and rested her leg on his shoulder. Becca fisted her hand in his hair and gasped at their new, intimate position before Brian had even touched her. Licked her. Sucked her.
Water cascaded down both their bodies as he kneeled before her, his mouth just a breath away from her exposed center, his eyes hungrily taking in the beauty of her femininity.
Brian ran his fingers up her inner thigh then moved them up and down her plump lips several times before spreading the petal-soft folds of her womanhood apart, leaning forward, and brushing his tongue against the sensitive flesh there. Becca cried out and bucked her hips as he licked her again. Brian sucked her juices as they coated his tongue; she tasted so sweet. His entire body flushed with pulsing urgency as Brian took his time making love to Becca with his mouth. Exploring her, teasing her, tasting her.
Over and over, he sensually slid his tongue up and down her wet heat. Brian's lips brushed, kissed, and sucked the sensitized skin of her core. Becca mumbled encouragements as her fingers gripped Brian's hair tightly. The sting of her fists against his scalp shot straight down to his throbbing erection.
Then, when he felt her body begin to shake, he sucked her pleasure nub in his mouth and flicked his tongue across it while he slid his finger inside of her tight passage. Becca cried out as tremors rippled through her entire body. Brian stayed with her, licking her, sucking her, fingering her until the last spasm rocked through her and her body went limp with satisfaction.
Standing to his feet, he held her up as she slumped against the wall, completely sated.
Lifting her eyes to his, she ran her hands up and down his chest. Her fingers and gaze explored his chest, his arms, his abdomen. Standing still, except for his chest rising and falling in labored breaths, while Becca recovered from her climax and also got her fill of touching him; Brian was torn. He felt like he had a devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other.
He knew what he should do. He should pick her up, wrap her in a towel, carry her to bed, and make sweet love to her all night long.
That's what he should do.
But what he wanted to do and what he should do were two very different things.
Maybe if he hadn't had the day he'd had. Maybe if he hadn't wanted her so badly for a year. Maybe if he hadn't had to watch helplessly for a month while another man had flirted, touched, and kissed Becca right in front of him. Maybe if she hadn't been wearing the sexiest bra and panties he'd ever seen beneath her T-shirt and shorts. Maybe if she hadn't told him that she'd never done that before but wanted to taste him, to take him in her mouth. Maybe if she wasn't looking up at him with that look in her eyes right now.
Then maybe he would have done what he should do.
But today had been a shitty day. He had wanted her so badly that he hadn't been able to think straight for a year. He had watched while she and Colton had dated right in front of him. She had worn white, lacy, see-through bra and panties. She had dropped to her knees and said that she'd wanted him in her mouth. And she was looking up at him with ‘fuck me' eyes right now.
So, he reasoned, it looked like they wanted the same thing.
"Turn around," Brian spoke in a low, gravelly tone.
At his command, Becca's full lips parted and her eyes widened. She might have been a little shocked at his provocative request, but she did as he asked and turned, slowly, so she was facing the white tile wall.
Water beat down on his body, strung tight with need, as he stared down at Becca who stood in front of him, naked, her back to his front. Brian ran his fingers over her shoulders and down her arms. His eyes followed the water droplets as they danced down the bare slope of her back.
After wrapping his fingers gently around her wrists, he lifted them both up above her head and placed her hands flat on the tile surface. Taking a moment he gazed down at the erotic sight that she presented with her arms trapped above her head, fingers splayed across the white tile, dark hair-jet black from the water-cascading down past her fair shoulders.
"Do you have any idea how sexy you are?" Brian asked as his fingers tightened around her delicate wrists.
At his words, Becca's back arched, causing her supple backside to bump lightly against his straining male heat. Even through the latex barrier, Brian could feel the soft firmness of her rounded globes. His body throbbed and ached with carnal need.
Brian kept one hand pinning her delicate wrists exactly where he wanted them, and with the other, he ran his fingers through her hair and pushed it to one side, giving him access to her bare neck. Then, lowering his head, Brian softly nipped the sensitive area right below her ear. As his teeth gently raked over her skin, Becca bucked her ass against his painfully erect arousal.
"Mmmm," he spoke low into her ear as he reached around and cupped the weight of her breast in his hand. "You are so fucking sexy."