Page 18 of Sexpresso Night

He reached into the shower, drawing her eyes to his tight, high ass and how it curved into thickly muscled thighs. His calves flexed as he leaned in to stick a hand beneath the rush of water to test the temperature.

He looked over his shoulder and saw her standing there frozen.

“Danya.” His authoritative gaze burned into her.

Biting her lip, her entire body quivering, she lifted the lid of the toilet seat and lowered herself there. It took her a few seconds to relax enough, but then she emptied her bladder, eyes fixed on Carter’s back, praying he wouldn’t turn around again, but…a faint thrilling possibility that he might sent tingles sizzling over her skin.

It was so intensely intimate, so wickedly personal, and so exciting she actually moaned out loud.

And he did turn around.

She couldn’t move, although she’d finished. He held her gaze steadily as she reached for bathroom tissue. Then stood on shaky legs. He held a hand out to her.

“Good girl.” He kissed her forehead as he drew her closer. His approval shimmered through her and steam billowed around them in a warm cloud as water rained into the big shower. “Get in.”

Her body a mass of hypersensitive nerve endings, she stepped into the shower, into moist heat and sharp, stinging spray. Pleasure cascaded through her and another moan slid from between her lips. Carter followed her into the shower and closed the glass door, shutting them into a misty cell.

He turned her body to face him, cupped her face and kissed her on the mouth, his kiss burning to her very soul. She tipped her face up to him and opened her eyes, sinking into his gaze. At that moment she would have done anything for him. Anything.

She reached for a bottle of body wash sitting on a small shelf and squeezed some into her hand. A spicy masculine scent rose to her nostrils on the steam and she inhaled it. Then she rubbed her hands together and began to wash him, starting at his shoulders and neck. His eyes darkened even more, his mouth a straight line, his jaw tight, but she knew he approved.

She slicked her hands across the slabs of muscles of his chest, down over ripped abs, then square, hard hip bones. His cock jutted between them, thick and flushed, and she stroked her fingers through the dark thatch of curls there, letting the lather froth up even more. He sucked in a tight breath as she took his cock in her hands, stroked up and down in long gliding caresses, over the round head, down beneath to cup the weight of his balls.

“That feels so good, baby.”

She washed him carefully, attentive to every inch of skin, every crevice and fold, even up between the cheeks of his tight ass, making him hiss.

His head fell back, his hands on her shoulders, not pushing her down but weighing heavy, and she sank to her knees with a surge of joy and elation. She didn’t take him in her mouth, but rather finished washing him, his legs, then lingering on the arch of each long bare foot. He had beautiful feet. She longed to kiss them but hesitated. She felt she knew this man on so many levels, had been intimate in so many ways but kissing his feet would send a clear signal that she wasn’t sure she was ready to send.

She tipped her head back, water streaming over her face and down her breasts in warm rivulets, and looked up his body.

“Suck me.”

With the greatest of pleasure she leaned toward him, made sure every last soap bubble had rinsed away and then took him in her mouth. Hot and velvet, hard and pulsing, he felt like pure delicious sin. She cupped his balls, held the root of his shaft in the other hand, and tightened her mouth into a ring around him. She took him deep, as deep as she could, and then deeper still, until she had to draw back for breath.

He groaned, hands in her wet hair. “Your mouth is killer, baby. Hot, wet silk. Lick me. Suck me.”

She swirled her tongue around, dipped into the small slit and tasted his masculine essence, then sucked him deep again. She tugged on his balls and a ragged noise dragged out of his throat.

“Yeah,” he said again. “Oh yeah.” So she did it again while taking him deep, almost choking on his thickness. His hands on her head pulled her toward him, filling her mouth, her throat, holding her at the point where she couldn’t breathe, just…just…long enough—and then relenting, and she slid off him, gasping, blinking, water raining down over them.

Her heart thudded, lightheaded from the pleasure, the fact the she was giving him so much satisfaction a potent, pussy-melting aphrodisiac, a fierce sweet rush of adrenaline.

“Gonna come,” he rasped. “Wanna come in your mouth. Suck me again, Danya.”

Her mouth closed over him and pulled him in, tongued him, swallowed him, and she picked up a rapid rhythm, her hand assisting, until his body went tight and still and his hands fisted painfully in her hair.

Pleasure raced through her with fiery heat—pleasure and gratitude and gratification. Almost mindless, drunk with heady bliss, she swallowed everything he gave her with greedy delight, until he finally slipped from her mouth. Holding him with both hands, she licked him clean, his sharp taste lingering on her tongue making her want more. More. More.

“Christ, Danya.” He hauled her to her feet and wrapped his arms around her, holding her in a swaying embrace in a tropical rain shower, steam billowing around them scented with spicy shower gel and sex.

She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his wet neck, breathing hard, heart racing, body quivering.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “I could stay here all day. That was unfuckingbelieveable.”

“Mmm.” She could not formulate words.

“You should be rewarded for that.” He paused. “What would you like your reward to be?”

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