by Chloe Cole
He moved to cover her other foot and gave it the same treatment. By the time he’d finished, her head lolled to the side and she had quieted to the occasional contented purr in the back of her throat. Nice and relaxed, just how he’d wanted her. He patted her calf lightly. “Can you slide over my way and I’ll rub your back?”
She nodded, almost in a trance as she sat up, water sluicing down her chest. The blood rushed to his ears as her lush, beautiful breasts came into view. Hard, tawny nipples peaked through the creamy bubbles and he bit back a curse. He wanted to lean in and capture one between his teeth but he didn’t. Slow and steady. “Come sit between my legs.”
Water sloshed over the sides of the tub as she shifted and turned until her bottom was flush against his groin and his thighs hugged her curvy hips. She gasped at the contact and he barely resisted the urge to thrust forward. He was so enthralled by her softness, her rounded sweet flesh so different than his own, he couldn’t recall what he’d seen in all those hard-bodies he’d fooled around with in the past. All sinew and tight muscle. Not anymore. This. This is where it’s at.
Gigi leaned back until her back was against his chest and her head rested under his chin. Their legs tangled together in the water and he reveled in the smoothness of her skin against his.
He looked down and noted with a fresh stab of lust that her breasts were no longer submerged and he had a spectacular view. He let his hands fall beneath the water and closed them gently over her rib cage. Tracing the skin lightly, he caressed her stomach and her sides, each time moving inexorably closer to her breasts. He teased the sensitive undersides, trailed his fingertips over the swells and narrowly missed the stiff tips he ached to touch. Her skin was wet silk and the little sounds she kept making were driving him insane. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to man up. He wanted her panting with need, writhing with want, so close to coming that the pain would be a blip on the radar screen.
She’d begun to shift restlessly under his hands, pressing her lower back against him, when finally he allowed his pinky to graze her nipple. She sucked in a breath. “Beau, please.”
“Please what?” he whispered into her hair.
“Do that again.”
He took his time about it, the view almost as much of a turn-on as the act itself. This time, he lingered for a moment, circling the swollen nipple before flicking it lightly then moving back to her rib cage again. She stiffened and ground her ass against his groin. Unable to deny himself any longer, he muttered a curse and closed both hands over her breasts. They both groaned at the exquisite contact. She was so supple, so real and feminine, he couldn’t get enough.
Her hips fluttered up and down in a silent plea as he toyed with her nipples. Squeezing and kneading, he worked her tits until her breath came in short gasps. He reached over and snagged his half-full flute of champagne. She watched, lips parted, as he held it over her breast. He tipped it and the chilled bubbly trickled in a stream over her sensitive nipple. She jerked hard against him and cried out.
“Oh God!”
“Too cold?”
“No. No, so good.”
He rolled her chilly peak between his thumb and forefinger and she arched into his hand like a cat.
“Your hands are total magic, Beau.”
As he lifted the glass again, she stilled, waiting for it. He dribbled the wine onto her other breast and she shivered in his arms. One fat drop clung to her nipple and he was mesmerized. He would love to come there, stroking his aching cock between those tits until he exploded on her chest. He swallowed hard and brushed the droplet away with his thumb. Please, God, let her be ready for more.
He set the glass down and laid his hands on the soft swell of her lower stomach. She stiffened and sucked in, grabbing his wrist. He calmed her with words from the heart.
“Oh baby girl, if you knew how much I lusted after your body you’d send me to confession. You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever put my hands on, so please, don’t stop me from touching you.”
She relaxed and nodded. “Sorry, I just wish my stomach was nice and flat.”
“Shh, stop now. You feel like a woman. Like a gorgeous, soft, sweet woman. You don’t have to feel self-conscious with me. Can’t you feel how much I want you?” He tipped his hips and she wriggled against him.
“Mmm, I want you too. Please.”
She let her muscles go limp and released her grip on his wrist. He caressed her stomach, allowing his hands to drift lower. He ran his palm over her hip then squeezed the pliant flesh there. A vision of her, on all fours in front of him, his hands filled with her luscious hips as he drove into her from behind, sliding deeper with every thrust.
He groaned low in his throat and she tipped her head back.
“You okay?”
She was slightly breathless and damn if he didn’t want to keep her that way.
“I’ve never been better. I’m just imagining all the things I want to do with you.”
“Me too. Since the second we met.”
“Tell me,” he growled. “Tell me what you thought about.”
She slid her hand along the outside of his thigh then, and tilted her head in contemplation. “I thought about kissing you again. A lot.”
“What else?” His heart hammered against his rib cage. Suddenly he needed to know more than he needed his next breath.
“I thought about you touching me.” Her voice had dropped to a murmur and he had to strain to hear her over the soft music.
“Where?” he demanded.
She shook her head and slunk lower under the water. He would have none of it and drew her back, hard against him. “Show me. Show me with your hands, Gigi.” His tone was so guttural he almost didn’t recognize it.
He waited, sucking in long, steadying breaths. If she showed him, he was going to—
She lifted her pretty, elegant hands to her breasts and ran her fingertips over her nipples. “Here.”
“Fuck,” he ground out as his cock pulsed, growing heavier at the sight. “Did you touch yourself when you thought of me?”
She didn’t respond at first but then lifted her chin and nodded. His jaw ached from the pressure of clenching it and he willed himself to relax. Not going to happen, he realized. Relaxation was not in his near future.
“Show me how.” There was no demand in his voice now, just a plea for mercy.
She let her eyes drift shut and let her soapy hands slip over her rib cage, over his fingers still splayed on her stomach, then lower. The white foam blocked his view, but her back arched, thrusting her breasts forward as she reached her destination.
His cock bucked against her back as he tried to swipe away the stupid fucking bubbles. He got a brief glimpse of her hand pressed over her pubic bone, squeezing and touching, before she was camouflaged once again. It was probably for the best. If he watched her masturbate, he would lose it and embarrass himself.
He covered her hand with his own and groaned as she began to rub her clit in a circular motion. Her hips rocked and she cried out as he urged her to quicken the pace. “Did you pretend it was me touching you?” he rasped.
“Yes.” Her voice broke as he closed his other hand over her breast and began plucking her stiff nipples.
“When you made yourself come, did you call my name?”
Her head rolled against his chest and her lips parted but no sound came. She was too far gone to answer but her body told him what her mouth couldn’t. Her hips began thrusting harder, slamming her pussy against their intertwined hands as she hurtled toward release.
He shoved her hand out of the way and slid two of his own fingers down the center of her slick core. “I want to hear you call my name so bad, baby girl. Come for me.”
He leaned forward to reach more of her, and slid one finger deep into her pussy. “Jesus, so fucking good.” He worked his finger in and out, once, twice, sliding up to rub her swollen clit before plunging deep again.
She screamed as her body tensed, her pussy sucki
ng at his finger, tight…tighter. “Beau!”
The blood rushed to his ears as she exploded around him. Thankfully it blocked out the rest of her guttural cries and he was able to keep from gripping his cock and pumping his hot seed onto her back as she rocked against him. He released her nipple and wrapped his arm around her, holding her tight as the aftershocks rolled through. When she finally went quiet he slid his finger from her clutching sex. She gasped as he did.
“You okay?”
Her head bobbed against his chest.
“Need another minute?”
“No, I’m okay. Better than okay.” She let out a contented sigh and ran a hand over his thigh.
“That’s a good start. Now sit all the way up for me.”
Water sloshed as she did what he asked.
“I want you to get on your knees facing away from me.”
Using his legs to brace herself, she lifted up and away from him, then knelt with her knees straddling his thighs. Her pussy hovered just a few inches from his cock and he would have given his best fiddle to be able to plunge into her tight heat that instant.
“Wh-what are we doing now?” she asked.
Soapy water ran down her back and he followed it to the base of her spine. Her beautiful, bare ass came into view and he growled.
“Gorgeous.” He couldn’t resist and palmed those plump cheeks, spreading them with his thumbs.
“Mmm.”
She tipped forward, her leg muscles trembling against his thighs, and clutched the sides of the tub. Her pretty pink folds flashed before she righted herself and the pressure in his balls became an ache. Even at that, he held back, determined to rock her world again and again before they were through.
He slid back and pulled his legs from beneath her, then knelt behind her. He ran his hands over her shoulders, down her back and up again. Pressing his lips to her nape, he laid soft, sucking kisses against her skin. Moving closer still, he pressed his body flush against hers and wrapped his around her hips, squeezing her tight. She pressed hard against him and he arched his hips, grinding against her back.
Sweat broke out on his upper lip and he trembled with the effort of restraining himself. If he just pushed her forward he could press the head of his cock into her tight pussy and thrust. Instead, he backed up, and urged her forward, almost to the edge of the tub. From behind her, he slid a hand between her thighs and dipped a finger into her warmth. She was like liquid silk and closed around him tight on a gasp. He wasted no time, and began to fuck her with his finger. In and out he slid until she started bearing down against him, trying to take him deeper.
“Shit, Beau,” she whimpered.
Just as her legs began to shake, he added a second finger and plunged deep. She jerked and let out a muffled cry.
Then he reached to flip a switch on the wall next to him.
Gigi bucked as water jetted against her pussy in a rush, pounding against her swollen clit. The finger working her into a frenzy became two and the fullness made her want to weep. She flexed her hips, wanting more of everything, more Beau, more pressure punishing the sensitive knot between her legs. Every nerve in her body lit up and she needed—was desperate for—the release she knew Beau could give her. Just a little more.
Beau froze, fingers buried deep. His low voice barely penetrated the sensual haze gripping her.
“Are you ready for me?”
She tried to form the words, to beg him to finish it, to give her what she needed so bad. Instead, she licked her lips and nodded. Then he was gone and she almost wept at the loss.
The slosh of the water, the tear of the wrapper, the click of a button, it was all background noise as the streaming jets began to spurt and retract. She moaned as the hot water worked over the tight bud between her legs like a clever hand. She bucked and tried to grind closer to it, the orgasm right there for the taking.
“Not this time, Gigi. This time we’re going together,” Beau growled.
He gripped her hips, slid her back toward him. He tipped her torso forward and the magical pounding from the water became a tease. The streams pulsed, massaging her now, the steady, gentle rhythm making her want to scream. So fucking close.
And then he was there. The broad, thick head of his cock poised against her entrance. She quivered, at once desperate for but afraid of his invasion. The water was relentless, a seductive mistress, demanding she move against it. Her worries evaporated under the white-hot light of her need. She thrust her hips toward the jet then snapped them back, impaling her pussy on Beau’s thick cock.
The fullness stole her breath but if there was pain, the sheer bliss of him seated deep inside her decimated it before it registered. Her muscles stretched to accommodate him and she was filled with an incredible sense of rightness.
Behind her, Beau was still but his harsh breathing echoed through the room.
“Are you okay?”
“God yes.”
He let out a pained chuckle and shifted. “You feel unbelievable. So sweet and tight. I don’t know how long I can—”
The need to move was all-encompassing and she cut him off. “I don’t need long. Fuck me, Beau. Just stop talking and fuck me.” She flexed her muscles around him and arched forward before thrusting back against him again hard, reveling in the thick heat that impaled her.
“Jesus, that’s so damn good. If it’s too much, stop me.”
Almost a warning, this. The air became electric as he gripped her hips tight and slammed forward. Her vision blurred as he established a punishing rhythm, pounding into her with long, strong strokes. And suddenly, it was too much. The fingers and their bruising grip on her hips, the water spurting against her clit, the hardness driving in and out.
“I need— Oh God!”
“Yeah, that’s it, baby girl. Let me feel you come for me.”
Her muscles strained and locked as the orgasm broke over her in unrelenting waves, sucking her under. A keening moan rose low in her throat, her body clamped down tight, pulsing and squeezing him.
His cock grew impossibly hard, and she gripped him so tight she thought she might burst. He let out a string of curses then tensed behind her, his big body jerking and twitching as he came, pulsing and throbbing inside her.
She slumped forward, reeling, as he quieted behind her. She tried to think of what to say, to put her thoughts and feelings into words. A thousand emotions crowded her, but one kept fighting its way to the top of the heap. Sweet relief. “I can’t imagine anything in the world feeling better than that. It was like…everything. Thank you, Beau.”
He caressed her hips, then slid from her body. They both groaned at the loss of contact.
He sank back and pulled her with him so that she lay atop him again in the rapidly cooling water. She could feel his heart still pounding against her back, and smiled.
His breath tickled her ear as he spoke. “Thank you. For sharing that with me, for being so open, and sexy and trusting. I—” He paused, and swallowed hard. “I don’t know, it was just really great, and I hope you have no regrets. I know I don’t.”
Did she? She gave her head a little shake. She wasn’t going there. Wasn’t delving into the miasma of doubts and anxieties writhing in the background, waiting for their opening to ruin her perfect night. No way. Right now, the only thing she regretted was that she wasn’t facing him. If she had one night, she planned on making the most of it. Reality would come crashing in soon enough.
“So you did say we could do it again, right?”
* * * * *
“Midnight snack anyone?”
Gigi stepped out from the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Her cheeks were still flushed and she gave him a tentative smile. “I thought I heard a knock. What’d you get?”
He tore his eyes from her creamy shoulders and kept it light, giving her the space she seemed to need. “I wasn’t sure what to feed the chef so I got fruit, a cheese plate and an order of French fries.”
“Perfect.”
He’d go
tten dressed to answer the door and could tell she felt self-conscious being the only one half-naked. She’d been so amazing, so giving, the last thing he wanted was for her to feel a second of discomfort. He considered yanking off his clothes but instead went against every instinct urging him to keep her naked and grabbed the robe from the closet. He tossed it to her and turned so she could put it on.
“Picnic on the giant bed. Last one in has to eat the kiwi.”
He jogged over and set the tray down in the center of the bed before climbing in. She was a second behind him, giggling as she hopped up across from him. “I like kiwi.”
“How could you? First of all, just seeing them in their natural form is disgusting. They’re all furry, like monkey nuts or something. I refuse to eat hairy fruit. Second, it’s got those little ball-bearing-looking seeds in it. It’s a weird fruit, admit it.”
“I think it’s you that’s weird,” she said as she picked up a piece and popped it into her mouth. She gave an exaggerated eye roll and moaned. “Mmm, so good.”
“Okay, you’re going to give me a complex. That’s the same thing you did when I—”
“Don’t say it!” she yelped, her cheeks going from pink to red.
Damn, she was fun to tease.
He took a piece of cheese and held it out to her. The smile slid from her face as she leaned in and plucked it from his fingers with her teeth. Her eyes grew dark as he caressed her full bottom lip with his thumb.
“Now you.”
She picked up a chunk of melon and offered it to him. He tipped his head and opened his mouth to accept it. At the last second he closed his lips around her fingers and nipped her before taking the fruit.
She gasped and her eyes grew darker still. The pulse in her neck began to flutter and his cock responded with a vengeance. The robe had shifted and the curve of one breast lay bare to his gaze. He squeezed his eyes closed and chewed his melon. She probably needed a break and he wasn’t going to press her. If she felt ready and wanted to do it again, she’d let him know.
