He pulled from her mouth, and a hot jet of cum splashed onto her breasts. She opened her eyes to see his head thrown back, a look of pure agony on his face.
His hand jerked over his cock as he directed the spray onto her chest. The creamy fluid slid over her breasts and lower to her belly.
When he opened his eyes, they glittered with satisfaction. His gaze stroked up and down the same path his cum had landed on. He reached a finger out and trailed it up the underside of her breast to her nipple, where he collected a droplet that had tracked downward. Then he held his finger to her lips. He nudged her mouth open, smearing the cum on her lips and then over her tongue.
“Lick it clean,” he said huskily.
She tasted the light, musky essence and sucked at his finger until he eased it out again.
He stepped away. Her body ached and trembled. She wanted his touch. Needed the release. She was more aroused now than she had been last night when he gently fingered her to orgasm.
“I love the way you look,” he said. “Sexy as hell with my cum all over you.”
His eyes gleamed with male power, a man self-assured of his control. And if she was honest, the idea of him marking her gave her a delicious thrill. It sounded silly said aloud, which is why she allowed the thought to remain unspoken.
He held out his hand for her, and she reached up and allowed him to help her up. His gaze lowered one last time to the trails of cum down her chest before he tugged her toward the bathroom.
Once there, he turned on the shower, and after the water had warmed, he drew her in with him. He bent his head and captured her lips with his. His mouth moved hard over hers as water rained down on them both.
His hands cupped her elbows and slid slowly up her arms until he grasped her shoulders. He didn’t overpower her, but he overwhelmed her senses. His kiss was gentle, but she felt him in every nuance of her soul.
There was no one else. Nothing but him and her. And how he made her feel.
She slid her arms around his waist and she splayed her hands over his muscled back as his lips moved from her mouth to her jaw and then her neck.
His cock pressed into her belly. She stepped back an inch and slid one hand between them, wanting to touch him, caress him, but he grasped her wrist and halted her progress.
“Not yet,” he murmured. “If you touch me, I won’t last.”
She stared at his face, absorbing the way he looked at her, as if she was the only woman who’d ever mattered to him. She was transfixed by the unguarded emotion she saw there. It sent a host of butterflies winging their way from her stomach into her throat.
“I love how you look at me,” he said, as he reached for the soap.
She cocked her head to the side. “How am I looking at you?”
His blue eyes blazed as he returned her gaze. “Like I’m all-powerful. Like I’m the only man. Like if you ever look at another man like that, I’d kill him.”
Her cheeks grew tight, and she smiled. “I was just thinking that I loved the way you looked at me.”
He arched a brow. “And how is that?”
“Like I’m beautiful,” she whispered. “Like I’m the only woman who’s ever affected you this way. Like in a room full of other women, you’d only see me.”
“All true,” he said as he stepped even closer to her.
He began soaping her body, his touch alternately firm and gentle. When he was done, she wrestled the soap from him, despite his protests, and she began soaping his big body.
As her fingers glided over each sleek muscle, she marveled at the perfection of his physique. Not an inch of spare flesh dotted his body.
She traced the lines of his six-pack then followed the path of the line of hair leading from his chest down to his navel.
“Watch it,” he growled, when her hand dipped lower.
She giggled and jumped when he smacked her on the ass.
“If you’re done playing, let’s get out of here,” he said as he reached for the knobs to turn the water off.
They dried off together, though he did most of the work. When he was finished, he tossed the towel aside and swatted her playfully on the behind.
“In the bedroom. On the bed.”
She didn’t waste any time. She turned and hurried out of the bathroom and crawled onto the bed to wait.
He sauntered out a moment later and stood watching her as she propped herself up on her elbow. His legs were slightly spread, and his cock was semierect. In a word, he looked perfect.
Gorgeous. Hard. Lean. Like a predator. All man. All hers.
He walked slowly to the bed where she lay. He put his hand on her leg and let it glide over the curve of her hip. With a firm push, he nudged her over on her back.
The bed dipped as he crawled onto the mattress with her. He hovered over her, looking down with his intense gaze. He lowered his head and kissed her belly.