Wicked Valentine(17)

She moaned. “Fuck me, Max. I want you inside me.”

He shook his head and chuckled at her gasp of outrage. “In a bit, but first we must clean up. I have something special in mind.” With that he opened a panel and pulled out a bottle of apple-scented body soap.

“How did you—?”

He shrugged. “I think you’re the most beautiful and interesting woman I’ve ever met. And I wanted to make today special, so I gave your cousin a call.”

“Alex?” Her eyes widened. Alex had given him information on her?

At his nod, she gaped. “My Alex? She told you about me?” He nodded again, smiling.

“What else did she tell you, aside from my body wash type?” She asked. Her cousin knew a lot about her dating history. And about how hard it was for Nina to commit to a man long-term.

Dropping dollops of the body wash on a loofah, he answered her. “Just your likes and dislikes and general stuff like that. Nothing too personal.”

He washed her. First he did her back and worked his way down and around, until she smelled like a green apple all over.

She took the loofah out of his hands. “I hope you don’t mind smelling like fruit.” She giggled.

“If it’s for you, I don’t mind anything.”

Another dart straight to her heart, on Valentine’s Day no less. Soft emotions filled her. Why the hell had she kept him at a distance this long?

With each stroke over his body with the soft loofah, she became more and more aroused, until her pussy throbbed, her nipples ached, and her throat dried. She washed down his legs and kneeled, his hard cock right in her face. Squinting so as not to get water in her eyes, she peered up at him. Hunger and desire tightened the lines of his face into a feral mask.

Smooth, velvety flesh met her palm when she gripped him in her hand.

“Nina…”

“I promise I won’t do anything, yet.” She licked her lips. “I just want to touch you.” The soap gave her the lubrication she needed to jerk up and down his shaft.

He groaned and dropped his head back. She continued to smooth her hand over him, slow and steady, loving the feel of his warm skin on her hand and the cool water raining down on them.

“Baby, please.”

She glanced up at his soft words, caught him watching her, and increased the speed of her jerks.

“You’re so fucking perfect, you know that?”

A giddy thrill raced up her spine. “You think so? You haven’t seen me when I wake up in the morning.” She squeezed the head of his cock. He grunted and thrust into her hand.

“You’re beautiful. All the time.” He pulled out of her grasp. “We’re still not done with what I want.”

She pouted, stood, and they both rinsed the wash off their bodies. He dried her and carried her back to the bedroom. He placed her on her feet in front of the bed and grabbed the velvet pouch.

“You promised,” he reminded and opened the velvet pouch.

A moment later he pulled out a pink, rubber butterfly with an attached mini vibrator and crouched down by her feet. He held one thin strap wide for her to slide her foot through and then did the same with the other, slowly drawing up the butterfly until the vibrator slid inside her slick pussy. The cold plastic made her gasp. Small bumps rubbed against her clit when she moved.

She followed him to the bed, copying his kneeling position. He cupped her face and licked the seam of her lips. A soft, ragged moan escaped her. His hands traveled down, filling with her breasts and squeezing.

“Oh, Max.”

“It gets better,” his raspy voice whispered. “I promise.” He smiled softly. “Turn over for me.”

Flipping to her stomach, she followed his order. Once she had shifted, he grabbed her hips and lifted, until her ass was high in the air. She waited, excited, horny, and getting more desperate for his touch by the minute. A soft vibration in her pussy made her groan. The vibrator pulsed inside her cunt, rubbed her insides, and made her body ache.

She wiggled her hips in need of deeper penetration, but the damn thing was too small. The speed increased to a faster pace, and the tiny ridges rubbing over her clit made her squirm.

“Max, please.”

“Relax, baby. This is only the beginning.” His voice caressed the curve of her ass while the butterfly continued to torment her.

She rocked back and forth, gliding her nipples on the soft satin, desperate for relief. He licked his way down her ass, holding her cheeks open until he reached her anus. He licked around and around the tiny circle.

She shuddered, held the blanket in a white-knuckle grip, and groaned. Heat blazed over her skin and lit fires down her body.

“Max, this is torture,” she mumbled into the bedding.