Her throat was painted with the translucent evidence of Kemp’s orgasm, but she didn’t stop her movements to rinse off. She redoubled them instead.
He wrapped her with his arms and drew her back against him, one hand grasping her hip and the other hand cupping one of her shoulders. The last of his flagging self-control slipped, and he growled as his cock shuttled up and down in the soapy, slippery cleft of her ass.
He felt her little hands slide over his, and she whispered, “Harder, Ace. I want you to come hard for me.”
She pressed on his hands, and he gripped her tightly and howled as the first hot jet ripped from his cock against her spine. His balls felt like they were exploding as his cum shot from him in pulsing waves. Her sweet, curvy body felt so right against him, and he never wanted to let her go. But he loosened his hold as he became aware of how tightly he held her.
“You okay, kitten?” he asked breathlessly as he lay back against the edge of the tub, caressing her abdomen.
“I’m fine. How do you feel now?” Both men groaned and chuckled at the same time, and she added, “Well then, my plan worked. You both sound satisfied.”
Kemp murmured, “You hit the nail right on the head, darlin’.”
When she shifted, Ace helped her to sit between them on the tub seat and then flipped on the whirlpool jets. The water foamed, and she sighed happily as he positioned her in front of a jet so it could massage her lower back.
Summer smiled at both of them in turn and said to Ace, “I love this tub. Your house is wonderful. I can’t wait to discover what other surprises await.”
Ace smiled, thinking he still had a few up his sleeve. “We’ll do that tomorrow. Stay here with Kemp and relax for a few minutes while I go see about a snack for us.”
He rose from the tub on legs that still felt a little wobbly and caught her appreciative, lascivious stare as she gazed up at him. His cock tingled in response. He stepped from the tub, and after mopping up the wet floor, he took his robe from the hook inside the closet door and shrugged into it.
Downstairs, he made quick work of slicing a small brick of aged gouda and cheddar then placed the slices on a large plate with white grapes, dried cranberries, and chunks of dark chocolate, thinking Summer might like that combination of flavors and textures. He cut a few thin slices from a baguette and placed them on the plate as well. He took down two wine glasses and cradled them upside down by their stems between his fingers and carried the plate and the bottle of Shafer One Point Five he’d opened and left to breathe on the kitchen counter right after they arrived.
By the time Ace returned upstairs, Kemp had helped Summer from the tub, and he could hear their quiet voices in the bathroom as they toweled off. Ace placed the plate, wine bottle, and glasses on one of the bedside tables and then switched on the lamps by the bed. He pulled back the navy-and-gold, patterned comforter and top sheet and then turned on soft music on the stereo. He lit candles, placed at intervals around the room on the dressers and tables, to complete the atmosphere.
He smiled at Summer’s soft sigh when she came into the room.
“Ace, what a romantic you are.” She was clad in her black lace gown and negligee.
“Wow,” he whispered. “You look beautiful.”
“Doesn’t she?” Kemp asked, the admiration evident in his voice and the smile on his face.
“How many days until Saturday, kitten?” Ace murmured as she came to him and enveloped him in her softly scented embrace. Her skin, in contrast to the sheer lace, glowed in the candlelight and felt as smooth as silk under his palms.
As she’d moved toward him he’d been able to make out the curves of her breasts and the faint blonde triangle of curls at the apex of her thighs. Her rosy nipples were almost hidden from view by the overlapping layer of the filmy dressing gown, which served to make them all the more tantalizing.
She snuggled to him and replied, “Six days, two hours, and…” She turned to look at the clock on the bedside table. “Thirty minutes. Give or take.”
Not wanting her to dwell on the hellish torture that wait was going to be and risk her asking to sleep in another bedroom, he forged on. “I brought up a snack. Let me help you into the bed and then we’ll have a bite to eat.”
She allowed him to help her onto the bed and then got situated while he poured two glasses of the full-bodied California Cabernet and handed one to Kemp.
Summer smiled at him as he joined her on the side opposite of Kemp and asked, “Where is my glass?”
Ace chuckled and replied, “We plan to share with you.” He smiled at her playfully, and she giggled when she caught his double meaning.