by Tanya Kelly
“More,” Lacey cried, pushing back until he was balls deep.
The sight of his cock buried in her pussy with her delectable ass in front of him just about drove him to the edge. He slowed his movements, wanting to bring Lacey to orgasm first.
“Come here.” Still inside her, he pulled her up until she leaned back against his chest. This made is easy for his hands to play. He continued fucking her, soft and slow, while one hand pinched and pulled her erect nipples and the other rubbed her clit.
“Harder,” she moaned, jutting out her ass. Reilly buried his face in her neck, kissing and breathing in her intoxicating scent. He pounded into her wet, tight pussy and fondled her clit with circular motions. It didn’t take long for Lacey to make those noises he loved hearing before she climaxed. She tensed around him making his cock pulse and his balls tighten. Fuck! Her pussy milked his cock. At the point of no return, he thrust deep. His heart hammered in his chest as a raging storm of unbearable, intense pleasure shot through his cock and he exploded. Sweet Jesus. He didn’t want to ever let her go.
* * * *
Lacey relaxed under the stream of hot water from the state-of-the-art shower in the en-suite, her body exhausted. Hmmm, but what a way to wake up. The water cascaded down her sensitive nipples.
After their delicious morning romp, she’d tried to get dressed and get on her way but Reilly insisted since it was Sunday, they spend the day together. Lacey was torn between wanting to get home for some much-needed sleep or stay and enjoy the day with him—and she was definitely enjoying herself. She couldn’t stop smiling and lightly touching her lips every time she thought about their night together. While she’d always had boat loads of confidence professionally, she lacked it when it came to her sex appeal. She knew she was attractive but the way Reilly looked at her made her feel like the most beautiful and sexiest woman on earth. She lathered up her hair and suds cascaded down her breasts. She spread them over her chest and brushed her nipples. Tingling heat shot straight to her pussy. Shit, she must be making up for lost years.
“I hope you’re not starting without me,” a voice said and she jumped in fright. Completely absorbed in wicked thoughts, she hadn’t heard Reilly join her. He gave her that sexy smile that always made her belly flutter. He reached behind her to make adjustments to the faucets activating the multiple body massage jets and pushed another button which filled the shower with steam.
“Wow,” was all Lacey said as she took in the luxury of it all. She might as well be in a spa.
“Come here,” Reilly said and pulled her closer. They stood toe to toe and he added a bit more shampoo to her hair and massaged her head. Lacey would have purred if she could. He lathered up a cloth and began to wash her body in massaging motions. Her arms, neck, back, stomach, legs and even her feet. Lacey held on to his biceps, her eyes traveling over his beautiful body. He was incredibly muscled everywhere with a sprinkling of hair on his chest. Her two favorites were his strong arms and his sexy ass. Her eyes strayed to his cock. It was stiff and jutted forward toward her abdomen. Ok, make that her three favorites.
“Now the good parts.” Reilly grinned, bringing the washcloth to her breasts. “Got to make sure we clean these.” He lathered them with the cloth and when they were all soapy, he brushed his thumbs over her nipples. Lacey arched her back as waves of pleasure shot from her breasts down to her pussy.
Reilly moved the washcloth lower over her mound, barely grazing her clit. She tipped her hips forward and spread her legs, wanting more. He obliged with a smile and ran the soapy washcloth over her again, this time with more pressure. She gripped his shoulders and let out a soft moan.
“Think you’re clean enough?” Reilly asked, before flicking his tongue across her nipple. Lacey shook her head no, pressing her body closer to his hand.
“I’m nowhere near clean, not with these dirty thoughts in my head,” she whispered.
He laughed and dropped the washcloth to the floor. “I better take a closer look.” He moved her under the spray of the shower and parted her folds. The stream of water hit her sensitive clit and she gasped. He then turned her back toward him and lifted her leg, wrapping it around his body so she stood like a flamingo. His arms supported her as his lips descended on hers in a hungry kiss. She locked her arms around his neck as he worked a finger inside her.
“Yes, that feels good,” she moaned and stood on her tippy toe as he fucked her with his fingers.
He backed her up against the tile, directly under the shower stream, and bent his head to take a nipple into his mouth.
“Don’t stop,” Lacey begged. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as she escalated toward a frenzied crescendo, not sure her leg even supported her weight anymore. Reilly moved to the other nipple and thrust harder and faster. She cried out and arched her back against the wall as everything exploded around her.
She barely registered Reilly’s low, sexy growl in her ear as she came and tightened around his fingers.
“Oh God. I can’t even stand,” she confessed, holding tightly to his shoulders. After he’d removed his hand, she sagged against his hard chest, waiting to get her breath back. The water and steam enveloped them and she wondered if she’d ever be able to shower alone again without thinking of this and masturbating.
She carefully flexed her legs to make sure they would support her. When she was certain they worked like they were supposed to, Lacey pulled away and looked down at him. The sight of his hard cock made her mouth water.
“My turn,” she announced. She smiled mischievously at Reilly and bent over to pick up the washcloth. She grabbed the soap and lathered it up before bringing it to his shoulders and smoothing it over his chest and strong arms. Lacey pressed her naked body like a second skin against him and his cock nestled nicely between her legs, rubbing against her clit.
“Gotta do your back,” she said innocently. She wrapped her arms around him to wash his back and moved her hips, gliding her pussy against his hard length.
“I can turn around for you,” Reilly said with a laugh.
“Oh no, this works good,” Lacey replied breathlessly. She finished his back and almost finished herself off again before bringing the cloth back around the front to rub over his nipples and down his flat stomach. She moved lower, teasing but never touching his cock. Squatting down in front of him, her mouth millimeters from his cock, she licked her lips and his eyes darkened with desire. Lacey ran the cloth up and down both of his muscled legs, her lips almost, but not quite making contact with his straining erection.
“Oops, forgot your feet.” She spoke the words close to his cock and it jerked forward, touching her lips. Every muscle in his body was taut. His nostrils flared and she could see him struggling for control. Lacey bend her head to wash his feet, his hard-on grazing her cheek. She smiled, feeling devilish teasing him.
“Lacey,” he muttered, his voice strained.
She dropped the washcloth on the floor and stood up smiling. “Patience, don’t you always say,” she murmured and wrapped her soapy hand around his thick shaft at the base and stroked him all the way back the head. Reilly’s moan was like music to her ears as she pumped his cock in her hand. She squeezed her thighs together from the pulsing between her legs. His face was awash with pleasure, his lips parted as he exhaled loudly. The sight of his obvious arousal had her very hot and bothered, which was a new experience for her. She’d never been so turned on seeing a man’s hunger.
“I think you’re clean now, but I better do an inspection as well.” Lacey gripped his waist and turned him toward the water, rinsing the remaining soap off his body before turning him back toward her. He watched her through hooded eyes as she dropped to her knees in front of him. She stroked his length before leaning in and eagerly taking him in her mouth. She’d given blowjobs before although, not often. In fact her whole sexual history was pretty boring if she was honest. Nothing as passionate as the last twenty-four hours with Reilly.
Lacey swirled her tongue aro
und the head of his cock while she stroked it. She took Reilly’s deep groan as approval of her technique and looked up at him to find him watching her, his eyes filled with lust as she took him deep in her mouth again. Her own body ached with need. Bringing him to the brink turned her on and her clit throbbed.
Reilly groaned again and buried his hands in her hair, thrusting into her eager mouth. “Your lips are damn sexy around me.” His voice was hoarse.
Lacey removed her hand from his cock and sucked him deep in her mouth until it hit the back of her throat. She cupped his balls and squeezed gently.
“Oh fuck, your mouth is amazing,” Reilly gasped. She kept her jaw relaxed as he picked up the tempo and fucked her mouth. “Oh baby, I’m gonna come.”
He started to pull his cock out of her mouth but Lacey sucked hard and put her hand back around his shaft to keep him there. He groaned again and his semen spurted out, hitting the back of her throat. She swirled her tongue around the head and sucked every last drop. She glanced back up at him when she finished and smiled, licking the stickiness from her lips.
Reilly pulled her up against his hard body. “Sweet Jesus, woman. That pretty mouth of yours is mind-blowing.” He ran his thumb along her bottom lip and she playfully sucked it in her mouth. His eyes widened and he chuckled.
“Come on, we are both turning into prunes in this shower. Let’s finish up and get you some breakfast. Our bodies need it if we are going to keep this up all day.”
Lacey wasn’t sure even with breakfast, she’d be able to continue at this rate, but one look at the sexy man beside her put that concern to rest. Oh yes, she’d eat breakfast and then maybe a bit more dessert.
* * * *
Lacey walked into the kitchen, wearing an oversized flannel shirt he’d given her and pink rabbit slippers his niece had left behind from her last visit.
Reilly turned around at her footsteps and looked her up and down, a wide grin on his face. “You look incredibly cute.” He took her hand, pulling her closer.
“I look ridiculous.” Lacey smiled and leaned into his warmth. “Smells delicious. Can I help with anything?”
“Nope. All under control. Grab yourself a coffee.” He pointed to where the coffee brewed and a mug was ready for her. She poured a cup and added cream and a spoonful of sugar before sitting down at the table. She watched him move around with expertise. He looked like a man who knew his way around the kitchen. Not to mention, sexy as hell. He had pulled on his faded, worn jeans and nothing else. His hair was still damp and messy. She sat back and admired the view as he cut up onions, peppers, tomatoes, spinach and ham for the omelettes and in another pan roasted home fries.
Lacey sipped her coffee before putting it down on the beautiful table. “Where do you get your furniture, by the way? You have amazing pieces. I love this table.”
“Just about everything is from Callaghan Custom Furniture. That table is one of my favorites. The design strikes the right balance between rustic and farmhouse. See how the wood looks unfinished but it is finished so if any spills, it won’t stain.” He broke eggs in a bowl and began whisking them. “Is there anything you don’t like?” he asked, indicating the items he’d chopped.
“I like everything,” she replied. “Callaghan Custom Furniture? Are they local? I’ve never heard of them but I’m going to need some new furniture when I get my own place and would love to check them out.”
Reilly walked over to her with a mischievous grin. He cupped her chin and lifted her face toward him. His lips met hers softly at first but when his tongue snaked into her mouth, desire unfurled in her belly. She flicked her tongue against his as he skimmed her nipple. She groaned, wanting him again even though it had been less than half an hour since their steamy shower together.
The potatoes sizzled in the pan reminding them of breakfast on the stove. Reilly pulled his lips away from her mouth, his hand still lazily fondling her erect nipple. “Keep this up and I’ll even get you a discount.” Then he winked and walked back toward the stove to check on breakfast.
Lacey chuckled. Well two could play that game. She got up and let out a feline stretch, knowing her nipples were completely visible in his shirt and since she was commando, the stretch pulled the shirt up, giving him a glimpse of her pussy. His eyes darkened and he hesitated, but then shook his head and laughed. He turned back to the stove in an effort to ignore her but she’d seen the telltale bulge in his jeans. She walked to the sink and leaned over, pretending interest in all the snow in his yard.
“It’s pretty outside today. The sun is shining,” she said innocently, well aware the shirt had ridden up and exposed her entire ass.
Within seconds, Reilly was behind her and gently pushed her down. He slipped his hands up her shirt and cupped her breasts, tweaking her hard nipples.
“I’m trying to feed you, woman, and you’re distracting me,” he said and pressed his hard length against her ass. “I thought you were hungry?” He grinded against her while torturing her nipples. Lacey whimpered and rocked her hips, her clit aching to be stroked. “I’m beginning to think you are only hungry for one thing—my cock.”
She gripped the countertop as he fondled her. Lacey gyrated her hips, desperate for his hands to touch her throbbing clit.
“Breakfast is going to burn,” he whispered in her ear.
“I don’t care,” she choked out. She pushed her naked ass back toward him.
Reilly turned her around and cupped her buttocks. His cock rubbed against her clit. She let out a contented sigh at finally getting some friction for the pulsating need between her legs. His lips slanted down over hers, kissing her hungrily. Lacey wrapped her arms around his waist and starting tugging down his jeans.
“Oh no, you don’t.” Reilly teased. “You’re going to eat breakfast like a good girl.”
She squirmed in his arms, rubbing against his cock. Her lips spread in a knowing smile as his cock twitched.
“Nope. Not till you eat.” He let her go and turned back toward the stove, but not before playfully spanking her. “Go, sit at the table where you won’t be such a pain in the ass.”
Lacey gave him her best pout but he only laughed. She sat back down with a loud exhale which appeared to only further his amusement. She continued watching him which did not help decrease her sexual urges. A few minutes later, he brought their plates to the table and her mouth watered at the yummy looking omelette and home fries. Her stomach took that exact moment to growl.
Reilly’s smiled widened and his eyes sparkled. “I knew you were hungry.”
Heat spread across her cheeks at the loud noise from her stomach. “I didn’t realize how hungry until you put this in front of me. Looks and smells amazing.”
“Dig in.” Reilly grabbed the utensils and juice and sat next to her.
Lacey took her first bite of the omelette and let out a contented sigh. “This is delicious. Your skills continue to amaze and surprise,” she said with a wink after she’d swallowed.
“I’m not done amazing or surprising you,” he promised and Lacey’s insides curled. His eyes gleamed with promise.
They ate in silence for a bit. She realized she was starving once she’d started eating.
“I like a woman with an appetite,” Reilly stated, watching her. Lacey looked down at her plate. Her omelette was completely gone and most of her home fries. She’d practically inhaled her breakfast.
She smiled awkwardly. “I guess I was hungry.”
“Want more?”
“Just a few more home fries,” she replied shyly. He got up and retrieved the pan from the stove and scooped more on her plate.
“Do you live here alone?” She’d been burning with curiosity since last night but he’d kept her busy thinking of other things.
“Uh huh. I bought the place about a year ago.”
Her eyes brows rose as she looked around. “You have a beautiful home.” Lacey tried to hide the note of surprise in her voice and if he detected it, he ignored it.
“Thanks. I like it. More?” He indicated her empty plate.
“No thanks. I’m stuffed now.”
Reilly took their empty plates to the sink and Lacey got up to help him.
“I got it,” he said.
“No way. Where I come from, if someone cooks, you do the dishes.”
“Okay, I’ll let you help on one condition. Show me that sweet ass of yours again like you did before.” He laughed and flicked her butt lightly with the towel he was holding.
“Nope. You missed the boat,” she replied.
Reilly moved behind her and placed one hand on each side of the counter, caging her in. He pressed his body against hers, his mouth next to her ear. “Thanks to you, I had to eat breakfast with a very uncomfortable hard-on.”
Lacey turned around and pushed at his chest with a playful smile. “Am I washing or drying?” she asked.
His eyes were a bright blue as he stared at her. “I get it. Making me wait now.” He moved away and tossed her the towel. “Drying.” He smiled and started to run water in the sink. “What shall we do today?”
Lacey brought the remaining dishes from the table to the counter. “I should get back to Kim’s. I need to start house hunting. Kim’s been great but I don’t want to overstay my welcome.” Lacey had saved herself a nest egg over the years working hard and she wasn’t a big spender. She owned her condo in Toronto and was mortgage free when she sold it. Between that and her savings, she had plenty to buy a nice place in Beechfield.
“I know the area and can help you look for places.”
“I can’t ask you to do that. I’m sure you have stuff to do today anyway.” She took the plate he passed her and dried it.
“Nope, I’m at your service, Madam…for whatever you need me for.” He winked suggestively and she laughed.
“Reilly, you don’t have to.”
