I looked over my shoulder, watching his hot eyes move slowly over my bare backside. “See?”
“I don’t even know what cellulite is.”
I scowled, pointing to one of my cheeks. “See how it’s sort of bumpy?”
“Like most people’s skin?”
“Just give me your hand, Cucumber.”
He gave me a dark look at the nickname, but held his hand out toward mine.
It took me a minute to get a good grip of his fingers. When I did, I slowly moved them over the skin on the side of my thigh, and over most of my butt cheek too. “That’s cellulite.”
“I still don’t understand why you think this is a bad thing.” He spread his palm over my cheek and squeezed. A noise rumbled his chest. It almost sounded like appreciation. “Fuck, you feel good.”
“Are you sure you’re paying attention? Because I’ve seen your ass, and there’s not an inch of anything other than muscle on that thing, so—ohh.”
I leaned forward, letting go of his hand to brace myself on the countertop with both of mine. His other hand had landed on my other cheek, and smacked it lightly.
“Abby, I’ve never evenwanteda woman before, and I’ve nearly come in this damn towel half a dozen times since we’ve been in here. Your ass is perfect. Your tits are perfect. Your whole fucking body is perfect. Stop trying to convince me otherwise.”
“That’s not what I’m—oh!” The soft cry had me arching as he stepped closer, pressing his erection against me.
“Tell me to stop touching you,” he commanded. His hands slid off my ass and over my hips, heading exactly where I wanted them.
“I’m not going to do that.”
He squeezed my hips roughly. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make me think he wasn’t completely in control. “I’m going to fuck you with my fingers if you don’t.”
“Please do.” The words were breathless.
“Show me how to touch you.”
“You’re bossy,” I said, but I took his hand again and guided it between my thighs this time. It was a little awkward with my position against the countertop, but he didn’t seem to care even slightly.
His breathing hitched alongside mine when I brushed his fingers over my clit and showed him how to do the slow, rough circles I wanted.
My hips rocked.
His cock throbbed against my ass, still separated from my skin with his damn towel.
I let go of his hand so I could hold myself up on the counter a little easier, my eyes basically glazed over as I watched us in the mirror.
His gaze was so insanely intense, his entire being focused on me.
My whole upper body was flushed.
We were moving together, the motions completely and utterly lacking in rhythm.
It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, and I couldn’t even see him touching me.
I came hard, crying out in pleasure as my hips jerked roughly against his hand. He swore, his cock throbbing hard. I couldn’t feel his release, but the way his chest heaved and the look in his eyes changed told me he’d lost it too.
In his towel.
Just like he said.
The man didn’t look even the slightest bit embarrassed, and I loved that.
