“That’s nice,” I said, enjoying the moment.
Evan drew more water into the sponge and did it again. A soothing drip, dribble, and tickle fell, enticing each place the water dropped. He grabbed the soap. It smelled of lavender and vanilla. He lathered the sponge, working his long fingers through the suds.
I grinned.
Evan started washing my neck, my shoulders, my chest… “Lean forward,” he said.
I did.
Evan slid my hair aside, washed the back of my neck, my shoulder blades, and my back. Then he filled the sponge with water and rinsed the soap from my body in soft motions. “You have radiant skin.”
“Thank you,” I replied, unsure of what to actually say because I had never heard that before either.
Evan chuckled. “No, thank you.” I experienced his lips pressed between my shoulder blades. “Scoot down,” he whispered.
I maneuvered my body until I floated between his legs. I looked up to see him smiling at me.
Evan combed his fingers through the swaying strands of my wet hair while it floated around me. His other hand, warm and wet, traced the features of my face. Drops of water tapped my lips in a sensual kiss as they tumbled off his wrist. Pure bliss.
Evan went back to my hair, massaging my head, my neck, and my shoulders. But he didn’t stop. He slid those marvelously big hands down my sides, skipped along my ribs, skimmed across each breast, and then followed a path up my throat and chin. “Let me wash your hair,” he said. He grabbed the shampoo and flipped the lid open. It smelled like lavender too.
I sat up.
Evan applied the shampoo and kneaded it through my strands, still massaging. He took his time. He was slow, gentle, and without hurry. “Your hair is so soft, like silk, and shines the color of night.”
I didn’t know what he was feeling in this moment, but I was unquestionably turned on. No one had ever done anything like this for me.
“Turn around,” he said.
I flipped around in the water to face him.
He placed his palm to the back of my neck. “Lean back.”
I allowed his hand to guide me.
He rinsed my hair then lifted me up back to my seated position. “Beautiful.” He kissed my lips. “Now, give me your arm.”
I lifted my arm from the water.
He took it. He slicked the soapy sponge along my right arm, lifting my hand, and washing each finger meticulously. He did the same with my left, taking care to kiss the top of my hand.
Evan cupped his hands, gathered the water, and poured it onto my right arm and then my left. His gazed locked with mine. “Give me your foot,” he crooned. He didn’t wait for me. He took control, picked up my right foot, and placed it to his lips.
I squirmed when he sucked on my pinky toe. By the second toe suck, I moaned, leaned my head back against the curve of the tub then closed my eyes. What he was doing sent a sensation through my body like a lightning bolt crashing into me.
“Feels good?” He breathed against my foot.
“There are no words for how you make me feel.”
He waltzed his fingers up my calf. “There are no words for how I feel touching you.”
I opened my eyes in time to see him lift my leg up out of the water, and place the arch of my foot on top of his bent knee.
He lathered my left calf. Then he reached for something. He started shaving my already hairless leg.
No one but me ever shaved my legs, and it was usually more of a chore than an arousing event when I did it, yet the fact that Evan was doing this aroused me.
Evan scraped the razor with precision up my leg and over my knee, removing the lather. Then his lips fondled my knee provocatively. He repeated the same stimulating method to my right leg. “Do you trust me?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Stand up,” he instructed.
I stood up, heard the rush of water drain from my body. The sensation of the suds slicked down my skin.
Evan looked at me with piercing, deep aqua green eyes. His finger following the shimmering bubbles that wound along my hip. Palm gliding to the inside of my thigh, fingers slipping between my crease. His eyes flashed, and his tongue swiped out over his lips.
Evan picked up the soap, squeezed it into his hand, and washed my feminine folds and thighs. He then picked up the razor and shaved my already manicured pubic hair completely off. After he rinsed me, he kissed my navel, each hip, each thigh, and centered his mouth between my legs. When he licked me, I wanted to crumple.
This is the single most erotic experience of my life.
When I shook from the pleasure, Evan’s hands grabbed onto my backside, holding me firm.
I grabbed on his shoulders to steady myself.
His talented tongue circled my clit without stop. And when he tugged and nipped at my orb, I burst, exploded with an earth quaking orgasm that felt like it not only took my breath, but made my heart stop.
Evan kept his mouth on the pulse of me. “I love how you shake,” he murmured against my sex. “Come here.” He pulled me onto him, straddling him. He was hard and firm against my stomach.
I took the sponge from his hand and washed him. I lost myself, watching the light play over the muscles of his body. He glistened. I cupped my hands into the water and released it to trickle over his skin, rinsing him clean, and then I kissed him.
His penis surged against my belly.
“Evan?” I whispered.
“What?”
“You are beautiful.”
Evan smiled an eye crinkling smile. “I’m glad you think so, my goddess. But you would be the beautiful person in this room.”
I moved my hips, holding onto his penis as I guided him to my opening. “I want to feel you.”
I lowered myself onto him, and when are flesh met, we both moaned at the sensation. I rode him, making waves in the water.
Evan’s arms wrapped around me, welding me to him, then his hands moved down to my hips. He controlled my movements with his hands. He’d thrust up then his hands would pull my hips forward on him, rocking me, pressing my clit against him with a rubbing motion.
Never had I felt anything like this before. Water splashed between our glossy bodies. It spilled over the tub and onto the tiled floor. We didn’t stop. We made love this way for so long, more water was on the floor than inside the tub.
“Come for me, my goddess,” Evan said, and shifted me against him.
“Evan,” I moaned. My erect and hard nipples slicked across the wet hair on his chest as he thrust me upward.
“I want to watch you come.”
I stared into his eyes, bore down with a moan of his name, and came with a force of ten thousand volts shooting though my body.
Evan never stopped. He pumped into my clinching pussy until he could no longer maintain. He pulled out of my body. Warm cum struck my arm.
I found my words with my heart beating wildly. “That was the best bath I have ever had.”
“I agree,” Evan said, and skimmed his lips across mine.
Chapter Four
When I finally made it out of the bathroom, dressed in my silky red short robe, Evan was on the phone, wearing nothing but faded blue jeans. He gave me a huge grin. He finished his conversation and flipped his cell phone shut.
“Work?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said. “I’ve ordered us some breakfast.” He seemed to appraise me. “You look stunning, by the way.”
“Thank you,” I replied.
“Where’s your phone?”
“In my purse. Why?”
Evan placed his phone on the bar, walked over to my purse, and pulled my cell phone out of the front pocket. “No more phones. I turned mine off so now yours.” Evan glanced down at the phone in his hand. “You have a couple of messages.”
“What do they say?”
Evan read the first one to me…
“Let me know when you are coming home, okay? Love you. Mom.”
“When am I going
home?” I asked.
Evan smiled, flashing me the whites of his teeth. “I need to fly back to DC on Saturday. That gives us today and Friday,” he replied.
“Text her for me.”
Evan texted some sort of a reply then read the next message.
“Why aren’t you answering your phone? Call me back. I need to talk with you. Allan.”
“Delete it,” I said.
Evan pressed what I assume was delete. Then I heard the little tune that indicated my phone was shutting off, before he placed the phone back into my bag. “Come here,” he said.
I walked over to him.
He raked his gaze over my body.
“You are being naughty,” I said.
“I am,” he admitted as he took me into his arms.
“Room Service!”
We heard the exclamation followed by a pounding on the door, rapid and hard.
Evan sighed and went to answer the door.
Two hotel staff brought in enough food to feed a small country.
Evan pulled out his wallet and handed over a tip. “Thanks,” he said.
“Thank you,” the staff replied in unison.
When they left, he closed the door, turned around, and eyed me.
“Um, Evan? Do you think maybe you went just a little bit overboard with your breakfast order?”
“We are going to need all this food for energy, because I intend to make love to you for the next two days.”
“Oh you do, do you?”
“Yes I do!” he hooted.
I giggled and walked over to the silver cart to find bottles of sparkling water with a small tray of fresh cut lemons, Coke, orange juice, and milk. I lifted the lid off a serving tray to find,,, “An entire chocolate cake?”
“You said it was your favorite,” he replied.
I shook my head. Beneath the other domed tray were piles of pancakes, eggs, bacon, butter syrup, strawberries, and whip cream.
We had our breakfast out on the terrace, basking in the glorious Arizona sun. Evan looked amused when I took a bite of the gooey, syrup-filled pancakes.
“What?” I asked.
He held out his hand for mine.
I took his hand, got up, and he pulled me onto his lap.
His tongue licked the line of my lips. “Tastes good,” he murmured. Then Evan took his fork, cut off a piece of his pancake, dipped it into a puddle of syrup on his plate, and raised it to my lips.
“I shouldn’t. As much as I love them, they are fattening.”
“Stop it. You are a goddess. Now open your mouth.”
I opened for him.
Evan inserted the pancake-covered fork.
I closed my lips around the utensil.
He pulled the fork from my mouth. “Holy shit, that’s sexy,” he said. “I love to watch you eat.”
We took turns feeding each other until we were done. Then Evan tangled his hands into my hair, gently swiped it away, exposing the soft flesh of my throat to the sun. He walked his fingers down my neck, dipped his hand inside my gaping robe, and fondled a pert nipple.
I shivered and chilled, sitting out on the sun-filled terrace where we made out quite unapologetically.
After a while, Evan carried me inside, and shut the terrace door. He pulled the curtains closed, laid me down on the lounger, and said, “Take off the robe.”
I complied. Untying it, I raised my leg and placed my foot to his bare chest. I twirled my toes through his chest hair then slid them down his stomach, stopping at his waist.
When my foot pressed against his crotch, he groaned.
I dropped the belt to the robe onto the floor, lowered my foot, and sat up on the lounger. I slid my hand over my left shoulder and moved back the material, exposing one bare breast.
Evan reached out and tugged. The robe was gone.
I raised my arms to cover myself.
“Move your hands,” he said.
I dropped them to my sides. “Is this good?” I asked.
Evan’s tongue slicked out over his lips. He tilted his head. “Oh yes, very good,” he said. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down over his muscular thighs. He stepped on the bottom edge of one pant leg and yanked them off. Commando. His penis was erect and fabulous.
“Is that for me?” I asked.
“It is.”
“It’s gorgeous.”
“Really?” he asked. His voice was deep and tantalizing.
“Oh yes, really.” I replied. “Evan?”
“What, goddess?”
“I want you to watch me. Would you like that?”
“Do you even have to ask? Hell, yes.”
I licked my fingers, circled the wet tips around my areolas, and then pinched my hard nipples. I kept my left hand on my left breast. My other hand meandered down my chest, over my ribs, and down my stomach. I inserted two of my fingers between my lower lips and rubbed.
Evan stroke himself as he watched me.
I spread my legs, fingering myself. I then arched my back and groaned Evan’s name.
“Don’t come yet,” Evan said.
“I want you.” I breathed.
Evan took two steps forward.
I looked up at him, sat up, and took him into my mouth.
He groaned.
The sound hit my clit dead center. I moaned as I sucked him, and the vibration of my own voice while his hard cock filled my mouth was like shock waves through my body. The sensation made my sex clinch like the closing of an iron fist.
“Damn. Don’t stop,” he said.
I took him all the way down my throat, sucking until I felt the warmth of him fill my mouth.
Evan stood quiet for a moment, looking at me like I was the answer to every prayer he ever had. He ran his fingertips over the swell of my bottom lip. The softness of his touch soothed the tingle. “Lean back for me, goddess.”
I sprawled across the lounger. “Touch me, Evan.”
His mouth started at my neck. He dined at my breasts. He thoroughly touched, licked, and sucked my nipples. He stroked my belly then between my legs. Two fingers dipped inside of my wet pussy.
“Mmm…” I moaned.
Evan curved his fingers.
I shook with a familiar burn.
The heel of his hand pressed against my clitoris, his fingers inside of me tapping my pleasure spot.
I rode his hand. “Evan….”
Evan kissed me deep, taking my breath into him as his tongue tangled with mine.
I came during our kiss, my slick body gliding upon on his fingers then rippling around his digits.
His hot breath blew across my breasts. “Watching you come is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” His dick collided against my hip.
I smiled.
“You do this to me,” he said, glancing down at his raging hard-on. “Can I make love to you?”
“Oh, yes,” I assured.
He slid himself between my thighs.
Several hours, six orgasms, and one more round of oral pleasure later, we finally came up for air.
“Evan?”
“What, my goddess?”
“I’m thinking I may not be able to walk again.”
He laughed. “I know what you mean.”
“You weren’t kidding about making love for the next two days, were you?”
“Nope.”
We lay naked, exhausted, and quite possibly paralyzed in the middle of the bed. Our sweat laden bodies were starting to cool from the breeze blowing over them from the air conditioner.
“Are you hungry?” I asked, listening to his heartbeat.
“Famished.”
“Well…we have chocolate cake.”
“Food. Not cake.” He grumbled, making an irresistible pouty face.
“Do you want to go out and eat?”
“I never want to leave. Let’s order something. A lot of something,” he said. His warm hands roamed down my back and rested firmly on my butt.
“I’ll order. What d
o you want?”
“The menu is in the living room,” he replied.
“I’ll go get it.” Somehow, I mustered up the strength to get out of bed.
“What are you doing?” Evan asked as I poked around in my bag.
“Trying to find something to put on. I think my robe is out in the living room too.”
“You don’t need to put anything on. I like the view.”
“Which view? This one?” I asked. I spun around, letting him see my front. “Or this view?”
“I can’t decide. Show me again,” he said with an evil grin.
I did a fancy twirl. “Front. Or back?”
“It’s a tossup, so I’m going to say in order to be fair you should stay naked for the rest of our stay, that way both sides get equal time and all.”
I laughed. “Sure,” I said. “We need to be fair. I am an equal opportunity nudist.” I sauntered into the living room, butt ass naked. I heard his guffaws as I left. I located the menu, flipped through it, and felt Evan swipe his hand over my neck, moving my hair.
He placed his chin in the crook of my neck and nuzzled his nose into the hollow behind my ear. “Got the menu, I see.” he said.
“Got something else, too.” I wiggled my backside against his gloriously hard dick.
“You wouldn’t think it’s humanly possible, but it is,” he said. “You do this to me, and I don’t think I will ever be able to stop myself. I crave you.”
“You’ll get over it someday,” I said.
“No. I will never get over you, Sloan. Why did you say that?”
“I’m sorry. It’s just my own insecurities raising their ugly head. Please don’t be mad.”
“I know how we met was strange, and I guess I’ll need to work a little bit harder at convincing you how much I want you.” Evan engulfed me, completely.
“You take my breath,” I whispered.
“You’ve stolen my heart.” Evan backed me to the wall. “Put your hands on the wall, my goddess.”
I turned around and assumed the position. “Are you going to frisk me?”
“I’m going to do more than that.” Evan’s body pressed against my back. His teeth skidded gently to my shoulder. “Sloan,” he murmured on my skin.
I felt him dip his finger inside of me. He spread my moisture. “You are so hot, and wet, and I want you, Sloan Parker.” Evan flicked my already throbbing clit.
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