Secret Desire(52)
“Come over here and I’ll show you, baby.”
Dustin nuzzled her neck. “I can’t believe you’re in my house and bed, twice in a row.” Her mouth was hot on his skin. Each kiss and nip sent a flame of fire from the point of contact straight to his groin.
He dragged his tongue slowly down to the tip of her breast. This was heaven. Every room in this house had been remodeled with her in the back of his mind, always weighing the possibility of her being the one to be pleased. “Did you like the bathroom?”
“Your house is amazing. Just like you.”
“Can I show you something?” He rose off the bed and held out his hand. He took her back into the bathroom and opened the inner door. An array of lights turned on. He dimmed them—the skylight allowed the morning sunlight into the room and it reflected brightly off the mirrors.
Inside, she moved from the double shower to the large Jacuzzi tub, and opened the sauna door. There were plants, shelves with lotions, soaps, gels, sponges, whatever he could find that reminded him of her. “I went out yesterday and stocked up.”
She picked up a bottle of peppermint hemp soap. “You remembered.”
“Yep. Those summers we’d go to the creek to wash off the mud. Every time I smell that stuff I think of you. If you don’t like it anymore, tell me what you want. After last night, I’m all ears to hear about what you desire.”
“How about a shower?”
He couldn’t stop the grin spreading across his face. He flipped on both showerheads and steam billowed out. The shower was deep enough to be open without doors or curtains. He followed her inside what felt like a rain shower. Their damp skin slid together, the sensual touch bringing his cock up to a salute. He opened the soap and poured a stream into his hand.
“Turn around.” He glided his hand down her belly and up, forming trails of bubbles in lazy patterns over her skin. He covered her breasts with foam and rubbed her shoulders on down to her hands, entwining his fingers with hers. He pushed his cock between her ass cheeks. His cock thrust between her legs as he pivoted his hips, intending to tease her.
“Oh, this feels so damn good.” She pressed back against his torso, letting him slide between her thighs. He gazed down at the two dimples showing above the plump firm globes of her bottom and exhaled at the thought of the things he could do to make her scream. She unleashed their hands and positioned his cock to rub higher against her. She rode him, holding on to the wall. He didn’t enter her but used his stiff rod to pleasure her.
She glanced over her shoulder. “Is this a one-person party?”
“Not if you’re inviting.”
He positioned himself at her opening. Their bodies were wet and slippery. “Hold on to the ledge.”
He drove into her a little at a time until he couldn’t stand it and thrust himself home. Inside she was warm, wet, and her muscles clenched around him in a tight grip. He pulled back and plunged back into her. He had no intension of coming inside her. Not without a condom. A few strokes and that was it. He slammed and swept back. She moaned and he slammed again. Electrical pulses crept up his spine and he had to stop and pull out.
“Sorry, baby. If I keep going I’m going to come.” He bent over her and stroked her clit. She straightened and took hold of his cock. She pumped him as he stroked between her legs. A groan escaped his lips and then the feeling of sweet euphoric haze overtook him and he came in two bursts. He thrust his fingers inside her and held her against him, pumping into her as if it were his cock deep inside her. She shuddered and moaned and closed her eyes. He watched the expressions that swept over her face. He held her next to him and moved her into the stream of hot water.
He washed her hair. A fantasy he’d held for so long, wanting to touch and wrap his hands with her silky tresses. She turned around in his arms and ran her soapy hands up and over his body. She made sexy sounds in the back of her throat. He explored every part of her body, not an inch remained undiscovered. They remained inside the shower well past wrinkled-finger stage.
“I think we’re both clean.” She wreathed her arms around his neck.
He picked her up by wrapping his arms around her waist. He kissed her slowly, lingering and making their kiss last. He set her down outside the shower and held a towel open for her. He wrapped her inside the terrycloth material and spanked her bottom.
“Coffee?”
“Just like before?”
“Better.”
* * *
Claire tried not to sound as if she were complaining about Fran. But with each of her answers to Dustin’s questions, his face grew darker and more closed. A muscle pulsed at the side of his face making her weary of what he might ask next.