His broad shoulders blocked the water’s spray and he looked down at her upturned face in surprise. “You don’t have to.”
“It is my turn.” She leaned closer, breathing in the scent of him. He smelled amazing. Soap and sin and pure, animal male. “It’s also my first time, so let me know if I do anything wrong.”
She’d never wanted to do this before. Never had any desire. But as she stared at his long, thick shaft, the head dark and flushed with passion, her mouth watered.
“You’ve decided to torture me? Telling me I’m your first then waiting for me to beg?” His gruff voice brought her gaze back up to his. His hands slid into her hair, thumbs caressing her temples.
“I’m just admiring the view.”
He grunted. “Admire it from a little closer, love. I haven’t the patience for teasing. Not with you.”
She braced her hands on his hips, licking the head of his cook with a tentative tongue. She moaned, the flavor of him instantly addicting, and opened her mouth to take him in.
“Bethany.” His hands tightened in her hair, but he didn’t push, didn’t pull her closer. His body was nearly vibrating against her from holding back.
She tried to take more, her lips stretching, throat closing at the large intrusion. She took a deep breath and relaxed her throat muscles until her eyes watered, wanting to drive him wild. To please him.
To love him.
He was swearing in French, praising her with a voice breaking with passion as she learned what he liked. She swirled her tongue around his shaft, beneath the head of his cock, and he swore through gritted teeth, pleading for more. Eager to explore her newfound power, one of her hands left his hip to caress the balls stretched tight beneath his erection.
“You’re a natural, love. Don’t stop.”
Recalling something she’d read from Allegra’s notes, she slid her fingertips along the skin between his legs, between the cheeks of his ass, and pressed.
He bucked against her mouth in reaction before tugging her head back by her hair. His eyes were wild. Shocked. “Where did you learn that?”
“Why?” She pressed harder, rubbing his sensitive skin suggestively. “Do you like it?”
He’d brought this out in her. This bold, seductive stranger.
“Are you curious, Blue Eyes? Do you want to know how it feels? To know what my cock will feel like inside your sweet ass?” She licked her lips, amazed that she was. She did want to know.
“Will you show me?”
He closed his eyes, his expression pained. He dropped to his knees beside her, turning her around until she was on all fours. “I want to. God only knows how I want to.”
He spread her cheeks and she gasped when she felt the wet pressure of his tongue. He was kissing her, licking her—there. And it felt incredible. Indescribable.
“Yes.”
He moaned at her sound of approval, spreading her wider, almost painfully, his tongue greedy as it lapped every drop of water off her skin. He lifted his head, reaching for the new condom on the rim of the tub and tearing the foil with his teeth. “I can’t, Bethany. Not this time. I’ll hurt you if I’m not patient, and I can’t wait, can’t be gentle. I need to come inside you. Now.”
She scrambled for purchase as he lifted her hips high and thrust deep. She was still aching from their last hard ride but she didn’t care. She wanted this. Needed everything he was willing to give her.
He reached up to wrap her hair around his fist again, using the other to grip her shoulder tight, holding her still for each forceful stroke.
“It’s a fever inside me, this need for you. All these years, I never understood. But now I know. I’ll never get enough, love. Never.”
She pressed back, reveling in the wildness of his pumping hips. His hand tightened on her hair and the sharp tug made her cry out. She was close. She could feel her climax waiting, ready to overwhelm her.
“BD!”
Her orgasm pounded against her like a summer storm. He called out to her, shouting her name as his own release carried him away.
By the time their breathing had slowed and the water cooled, she could almost convince herself that he hadn’t said someone else’s name.
Isabel.