Loving Lies(33)
“That, Alyssa, is you coming apart in your beautiful wicked way and it was totally amazing.”
I shake my head, while accepting the handful of tissues he hands my way. I wipe myself clean, thinking a shower would really help and just like that he’s leaning down to kiss my lips. I taste myself—that salty, musky flavor and smile.
“What did you do?”
He chuckles. “I just listened to that beautiful body of yours and really wanted to please you tonight.”
“You and those magical fingers.”
“You want to take a shower?”
I grin. “Oh god, yes.”
No sooner do I say it then I’m delighted with a view of his breathtaking backside. I could watch his ass all day. I hear the shower water spurt on and he returns a second later.
“Ladies first.”
“You want to join me?”
He gives me a good once over. “I want to join you in more ways than one, but that shower is too small for both of us. You go first. I’ll hop in later and then I get you all to myself again.”
I climb out of bed, but before I go to the washroom, I pull him in for a hug. His erection is still hot and hard and I take it in my hand.
“What about you?” I ask.
His lips claim mine and I’m thinking to hell with the shower but he steps back. “Take your shower. When you come back to this bed you’re all mine.”
I like that. I give a good tug on his cock and he groans. “Will that still be impressive for me when I get back?”
He takes himself in hand and pumps swiftly. “No worries on that end. Now, go. Into that shower before I put you on your knees.”
“Tease,” I say as a slowly saunter to the washroom.
“Witch,” he says, swatting my ass which makes me yelp and run for cover in the shower.
In the shower I use the resort’s small bar of soap and even though I’m not a fan of the overly flowery scent I do love the feeling of being clean. I use his shampoo and the scent of cedar fills the small bathroom. I get out and he’s there holding out a white towel. I step into his embrace and let him dry me off. The feel of the rough cotton towel as he uses it like an extension of his hands does more than dry me off, it heats me up.
He pays a lot of attention to my breasts and within seconds my nipples are pebbled into tight points. I’m hoping he’ll give them a kiss but he ignores them and goes to his knees. I love the feel of his hair. He makes me widen my stance and then towels off my thighs. Just when I’m starting to pant he hands me the towel.
“My turn.”
I totally forgot about that. He climbs into the shower which obviously is way too small, but we don’t care. He has to duck his head to fit under the showerhead which makes me laugh. Instead of closing the shower, I peek in to watch him lather up, wishing the bar of soap was in my hands.
“You enjoying the show?”
“Oh yeah,” I say, moving my hands to my breasts. His gaze is now hooked on me and he drops the soap. Cursing, he has to fish for it in the small bathtub.
“Stop being a tease.”
“You like when I tease,” I reply.
He turns around so I whistle. He chuckles but ignores me to finish getting clean. When he faces me I can see how aroused he is. My eyes are glued to his cock and he knows it. He takes it in his hand and I watch as he strokes it.
“Get on your knees on the bed and prepare for me.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Get prepared. When I come out of this shower I’m going to be all over you.”
My heart speeds up and I want to ignore his instructions but don’t. I want him all over me. It’s been ages since I’ve felt him deep inside of me.
“You’ve got six seconds,” he says, shutting off the water.
The squeak of the washroom door closing is my only warning before the weight of him is slick, damp and heavy on my backside.
I sigh. “You feel so good.”
He doesn’t say anything. He pulls my waist tight to his and then I feel his cock nudging into my slick folds. He’s teasing me. He dips inside and then quickly withdraws. I lean back more, needing the feel of him inside of me.
His arm reaches out to the side table and he pulls a condom out. I hear the rip and I’m thanking my lucky stars when he finally sheathes himself.
“You ready for this?”
“Give it to me,” I say, tilting my hips to provide him with better leverage.
He plunges in and then I’m the one gripping the bed as his piston thrusts move us up the mattress.
“You.” Thrust. “Feel.” Thrust. “So.” Thrust. “Unbelievable.”
He’s holding tight to my waist which enables him to take total control of my body and I love it. Even though his trusts are hard and demanding this is what I crave.