“Virginal white,” he murmured, easing the elasticized waist of her dress down over her hips. “And yet so sinful underneath.”
She shivered, knew he referred to her lingerie. She’d always indulged in frivolous, expensive lingerie but now it was even more exciting to pull out all the stops and wear her best stuff.
Now that she had a man who appreciated it so wholeheartedly.
“Such a contradiction.” Once he got the dress past the top of her thighs, it dropped to her feet in a puddle and she stepped out of it, kicking it out of the way. Standing in just her underwear and red shoes, she saw their reflection in the glass and her breath stalled in her throat.
Justin’s big strong arms, one slung around her stomach, his hand and fingers spread wide. The other hand slid from her waist, down her hips, sparks flying everywhere he touched. His head was bent, his mouth brushing against her neck. She arched into his embrace and her breasts thrust forward, her knee slightly bent. The look of arousal on her face was unmistakable.
“So gorgeous,” he whispered in her ear just before he took a bite, his teeth tugging on the sensitive lobe. Another shiver moved through her, her panties dampened and her nipples tightened to the point of pain.
All because of his words, his gentle touch.
She stared into the glass and when his head lifted, his eyes met hers, a knowing smile crossing his too-gorgeous face.
“You like to watch?”
Stephanie nodded, unable to speak, her voice long gone. All she could do was feel.
And continue to watch their reflection.
* * *
Justin had no idea their images were reflected in the window. When he glanced up and caught Stephanie studying them so raptly the fresh surge of lust that coursed through him was unmistakable, intense.
His hands slid over her bare stomach and her soft skin trembled beneath his touch. The tips of his fingers caressed and teased, making her sigh, making her eyes widen as she watched.
As they both watched.
Nudging her from behind he let her feel just how much he wanted her. How much it seemed he always wanted her. Uncontrollable was this lust, this need he had for her. Yeah, he liked having sex but usually he wasn’t so raring to go so quickly.
With Stephanie, it felt as if he always wanted her. As if he walked around with a permanent hard-on. He hadn’t experienced something like this in forever, not since he was a teen.
And he certainly had never felt that way about one specific woman.
His hands landed on her hips and tugged her closer, his erection settling between her lush ass cheeks. He released her with one hand, undid the fly of his jeans and shucked them quickly, kicking them off. Then he reached behind his head and tugged off his shirt, desperate to be close to her, experience skin on skin.
She was so soft, so smooth and he couldn’t stop touching her, his hands roaming freely, taking their time. Her head moved back and forth slowly, her hair brushing against his jaw, his mouth and he bent to press a tender kiss to her forehead.
He reared back up and stared at her in the reflection. Tender gestures, he rarely gave them. Hell, he’d never been a tender, romantic gesture type of guy ever. He could smooth talk with the best of them, had charmed his way into more pairs of panties than he cared to count but he wasn’t one for sweetness.
That wasn’t a part of the deal. This was all about intense, all consuming fucking. And the two of them had that going on in spades.
So why was he behaving this way?
Stephanie grabbed his wrists and brought his hands up to her breasts, showing him exactly what she wanted. He obliged, cupping her abundant flesh, kneading, his thumbs playing with her nipples that poked against the thin fabric of her bra. She moaned, the sound rippling through him and his cock jerked in anticipation. When he heard her throaty laugh he knew she’d felt that jerk, too.
“Shouldn’t the tub be full by now?” she asked, her voice sounding of pure temptation and sin.
He smiled and went to undo the clasp of her bra. “It can wait.”
The bra sprang free and he slid it off and down her arms, watched as it fluttered to the floor. Her large breasts hung free, pink nipples long and hard and just begging for his touch. His mouth.
“Won’t it overflow?” Her voice was a ragged whisper, her entire body a shuddering mass of flesh and he knew she was so turned on she could barely think straight.
Good. For once, he felt like he had the upper hand, a first between them. “Trust me, babe, it’s not going to overflow.”
She met his gaze in the window and watched with wide-eyed wonder as he played with her breasts. He pinched her nipples, tugged them until they were even longer, even more mouth-wateringly delicious than they’d been just seconds before. She shifted, her ass bumping against his front and the need to thrust up within her and fuck her where she stood was overwhelming.
But he held back. Didn’t want to go all fierce on her again as he had earlier in the parking garage. He’d been so crazed for her he’d almost scared himself. Never had he lost such control for a woman, for anything. He’d been like a man possessed, fucking her against his car and the sound of her wet pussy welcoming his every thrust still rang in his head.
Justin breathed deep, closed his eyes and counted to five. Then ten. Trying desperately to draw up some composure and just not finding it.
Of course, he still had her breasts in his hands, all of her soft flesh nestled so perfectly against him. As if she fit, as if she were made for him.
Shit. He was going off the deep end for sure. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, spending so much time with her, indulging his needs in her lush, welcoming flesh. He needed some distance, needed to break away from her before he got in over his head.
But that might be too late. He had the distinct feeling he was already in over his head.
And he fucking liked it.
Chapter Eleven
They’d almost had sex at the window but something had stopped Justin and he’d withdrawn from her. Instead he’d led her into the bathroom, kissing and touching her the entire way.
Something had happened between them when they’d stood in front of that window, staring at their reflection, staring into each other’s eyes. She couldn’t quite put her finger on but it was there, hovering between them though they both avoided it.
The way he’d looked at her, the way he touched her had almost made her melt. And the heat in his eyes, the longing she saw for such a brief moment. She could almost believe she didn’t see it after all.
But she had. And it confused her, made her want to ask him what he’d been thinking. She’d chickened out instead.
The bathroom was big, the walls a warm golden color and beautiful Italian tile covered the floor and bathtub. The very enormous bathtub.
He hadn’t been lying. Four people could fit easily in it, reminding Stephanie more of a hot tub versus an actual bathtub. It was full of swirling water, the jets on, steam rising from it and filling the room. Her skin immediately gleamed with sweat, her hair sticking to her forehead and she watched, mesmerized as he slipped out of his boxer briefs.
He had such a beautiful body. The broad shoulders, defined arms, even more defined chest and stomach. She could lick that stomach for hours.
She could lick what hung between his legs for hours, too. His cock was heavy, thick and hard with a bit of pre-come shining in the tip. He wanted her, he always seemed to want her and it thrilled her, how much she could arouse this man with just one glance, just one touch.
Her gaze wandered, lingering on his powerful thighs as he bent over the tub and turned off the faucet. When he turned a red, slashing gash on the side of his knee caught her attention and she realized it was a scar from the accident.
Well, it was one of many scars. His knee was a crisscross of angry looking marks and she was surprised she’d never noticed them before. Though every time they’d had sex before it had been dark or they hadn’t been quite undressed.
Her heart suddenly ached for him, for the pain he must have suffered, the pain he was still suffering.
He noticed her looking and his voice turned gruff as he stepped into the steaming water. “Come on, Stephanie. Join me.”
She did so, going to the side of the tub and he held out his hand and helped her step in. The water was especially hot against her chilled skin and she hissed as she sank into the swirling water, sitting across from him. A large picture window sat above the rim of the tub, yet another view of the ocean just beyond and she shook her head.
“This is unbelievable.”
“Pretty nice huh?” He settled more comfortably against the edge of the tub and he leaned his head back, his body weightless and floating. She felt the brush of his toes against her knee. “I don’t use it as much as I should.”
“If I had this tub I would be in it every day.” Crap. The second the words were out, she regretted them. She didn’t want him to think she wanted more from him than he was willing to give.
“Yeah, well I haven’t spent much time here since I bought it. I’ve only owned the house for two years. Last year I worked on the remodeling. This year is more about relaxing.” His mouth formed into a tight line, his eyes shadowing, dark and unreadable. “Now it’s all about relaxing.”
She hated how disappointed he looked, knew he must still struggle with everything that had happened to him. “Are you saying you remodeled your house yourself?”
“Most of it. What I couldn’t do I hired someone to do for me but yeah. I know how to lay tile, electrical stuff, I can use a saw.” He shrugged, a little smile on his face. “When I was younger I worked for a construction company during the off season.”
She glanced about the room, loving the colors, impressed with the tile work, the light fixtures, all of it. “And you chose the colors, too? Or did you hire an interior designer?”
“I did pretty much everything myself.”
Okay he couldn’t get any more perfect if he tried and that thought was scary. No man could be this perfect, this talented, this sweet. Not to mention he was so good in bed.
“I’m impressed.” That was the understatement of the year.
Justin shrugged again, his shoulders gleaming with water, drawing her gaze to them. She really liked those shoulders, had the urge to drift over and touch them, run her hands over them and press her mouth to his warm skin. “I like working with my hands.”
And they were by far the most spectacular hands she’d ever had touching her.
Giving in to her urge, she went to him, her body gliding in the water and she slid herself on top of him, sitting in his lap. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her wet pussy settling against his firm stomach and his rapidly hardening cock nudged her ass.
“I like a man who works with his hands,” she murmured just before kissing him, delving her tongue into the hot recesses of his mouth. He sucked on her tongue, those wonderful hands smoothing over her skin, settling on her buttocks and massaging her.
Just like that, she wanted him. Like most women she’d always preferred foreplay in the past, needing to get worked up before she was ready to let go.
Not with Justin. All she had to do was think about him using those magnificent hands on her, his mouth meeting hers in a searing kiss and she was on edge, her orgasm hovering close. She ground herself against him, his hard stomach beneath her scorching hot pussy and a little moan escaped her.
“Please tell me you brought condoms in here,” she whispered when he broke away from her to rain kisses down her neck.
“In the soap dish,” he said with the slightest nod.
She glanced over to see a spread out stack of condoms sitting in a silver soap dish and she sobered. Did he always have those there? Exactly how many women had he brought into this bathroom for that sole purpose?
Thinking she was one of many women who he’d fucked in his enormous tub disturbed her more than she cared to admit.
He must have sensed her tension because he lifted his head, his golden eyes glittering, tiny droplets of water clinging to his long eyelashes. “I brought those in when I started filling the tub.”
“Oh.” She immediately felt foolish and embarrassed. She had no claim on this man. He wasn’t hers to feel so territorial about.
Yet she did feel possessive. She couldn’t seem to help it.
“I’ve never had sex in here if that’s what you’re thinking.” He kissed her, his tongue teasing against her lips before he withdrew. “You’re the first.”
Her heart squeezed at his admission and she silently admonished herself. His confession didn’t really mean a thing. Yeah okay, maybe he hadn’t screwed another woman in this tub but that didn’t mean he hadn’t screwed numerous other women all over his house.
She pushed that depressing thought out of her head and concentrated on what Justin was doing to her. His hands smoothed all over her, reaching in between them to stroke her breasts, tweak her nipples. He bent his head, drew one nipple deep into his mouth and she arched toward him, her head dropping back at the delicious sensations spreading throughout her body.
“Grab a condom, baby,” he harshly demanded against her skin. She scooted over to the edge of the tub and grabbed a condom out of the soap dish. When she sat back down his cock was directly in front of her, thick and insistent and more than ready for action.
He plucked the condom from her fingers and tore the wrapper open, sheathing himself quickly. His eyes met hers, dark and intense and without a word, he thrust up, entering her, filling her completely.
She began to move, riding him slowly, savoring the friction of his cock sliding in and out of her body. His big hands cupped her ass, guiding her, trying to increase her pace but she resisted. She wanted to make this last, she wanted this orgasm to be big for the both of them.
“What’s your hurry?” She smiled down at him, secretly enjoying the agonized expression on his face.
“Witch.” He glared but she knew he was teasing. His hands gripped her butt with more force, spreading her cheeks wide and his fingers tickled her crack, making her jump. “How can you expect me to go slow with you all wet and slippery?”
Hmm, she was wet and slippery and so was he. The water bubbled and frothed all around them, her naked breasts bobbing just above the surface and he took a nipple into his mouth, lashing at it with his tongue. A sneaky finger traced the spot between her buttocks, lingering on the tight hole nestled there.
“Justin.” She sounded prim but really, she kind of liked it. It felt forbidden, the way he was touching her. No man had ever tried this with her before.
She especially liked the fact that he was the first.
He released her nipple from his mouth and stared up at her and he thrust his hips, going deeper. “I just want to make you feel good.”
“Everything you do makes me feel good,” she admitted.
“Then trust me.”
She clutched his shoulders and buried her face in his hair, closing her eyes. He continued touching her there, his finger tracing the tiny ridges, his cock moving deep and strong within her. She was already so close, her clit nudged the base of his cock with her every down move and then the tip of his finger sunk inside, stretching her, making her gasp.
He’d filled her completely. She felt consumed by him, as if she’d become his sole possession. A little whimper escaped her as his finger drove upward, until it was knuckle deep and he stilled, his cock twitching inside her.
“Am I hurting you?”
The concern in his voice made her sit up and stare down at him and she shook her head slowly. He kissed her, a soft kiss, gentle but still intense, his tongue doing a slow, lush glide through her mouth.
Her body buckled, overwhelmed by the tenderness she felt in his kiss, the carnal wickedness of what his fingers and cock were doing to her body. Her clit throbbed, pulsing with the need to come and she began to move again, grinding against him, sending his finger even deeper inside her body.
“Yeah baby, ride me. Make me come.”
His rough, encouraging words set her off and she moved faster, the water splashing around their bodies. Their hips thrust, bumping against each other and then she shattered. She fell apart all around him as the orgasm took over, blinding her, rendering her silent until one single, sobbing word escaped her.
“Justin!”
The man had changed her forever and he didn’t have a clue.
* * *
Stephanie’s wet, naked body was curled all over him and he circled his arms around her waist, holding her close. His heart beat so hard it felt as if it would pound out of his chest and his body felt lax, his bones liquid.
That had been undoubtedly one of the more intense orgasms he’d ever had. And that was saying a lot considering the orgasms he’d already experienced with Stephanie.
The sex between them only seemed to get better and better every time they were together.
He didn’t know where he got the idea to stick his finger up her ass but she’d let him, had liked it even. He’d never been that overly fond of ass play though Lord knew he’d run into it more than once with the various women of his past.
Something had come over him though, and he’d been compelled to possess her in every single way he thought possible. She’d let him, she’d trusted him that he wouldn’t hurt her and that gesture alone had nearly done him in.
She affected him as no other woman ever had. He didn’t understand it, was lost to it, unable to find the will or the reason to protest.
“The water’s getting cold,” she finally whispered in his ear, her arms tightening around his neck.
The nudge of her breasts against his chest when she spoke caused his cock to harden again. Unbelievable. If he didn’t watch it, he could probably fuck himself to death.
At least he’d die with a smile on his face.
“Let’s get out then and get dry.”
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