fingers slid inside her, filling her, and she couldn’t stifle her sudden shriek of . . . was it passion? Fear? Need?
None of it mattered—she was well past the point of second thoughts. He was so good, so adept at this that she came immediately, her body jolting in reaction, a hard, sharp orgasm that was over too quickly, and she felt a wave of disappointment. She knew her body—she was done, and she’d been so turned on she’d been unable to hold back. She tilted her head back, letting the warm water splash down on her, waiting for her body to return to stillness.
He must have felt her climax, but he didn’t move away from her. If he was expecting more response from her it wouldn’t . . .
The next orgasm slammed into her like a freight train, and she screamed, every inch of her skin prickling, burning, as she arched back against the wall, shaking so hard she thought she might fall apart. He surged upward, covering her mouth with his, and she could taste herself as he swallowed her cries. When her hard spasms subsided into flutters he lifted his mouth. “You don’t want to alert the entire villa, do you?” he said with a soft laugh. “When you need to scream again just bite me.”
When, he said. Not if. She shivered in his arms. “I can’t . . .” she began in a raw voice.
“Oh, yes, you can,” he said. “You can’t even imagine how much you can.” He took her hand and placed it on his fly, and he was so damned hard she felt another shiver dance over her body. She wanted this. This part of him, and all of him besides. She wanted his cock, and she wanted it inside her.
She reached for the button, but he’d already unfastened it, and she just had to manage the zipper in the wet fabric. It stuck, of course, but he had narrow hips and she simply shoved his pants down, his cock jutting forward.
“While you’re down there,” he said beneath the pounding water, “take me in your mouth.”
Sudden fear sliced through her, and she shook her head, trying to draw away. He caught her, pulling her up against him, moving her back against the tile, kissing her with such wicked intensity that her temporary panic melted away, and heat steamed through her body.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” he whispered in her ear, then sank his teeth onto her earlobe, and she wanted to arch up against him.
“I’m sorry . . .”
“Shhhh,” he quieted her. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. No rules, just what feels good. And what I want now is you. I’m going to fuck you, fuck you fast and hard, and you’re going to take it, aren’t you?” His voice was low, intense, and he was doing something with his hand. It took her a moment to realize he was sheathing himself with a condom; she had no idea where it had come from and she didn’t care. “You’re going to let me fuck you blind, and when you come you’re going to put your mouth on me and scream into my skin until you can’t scream anymore. And then I’m going to take you into the tiny bed in your room and we’ll do it all over again.”
She stared at him, the water splashing down over them, clinging to his long, long eyelashes, and she knew she’d do almost anything he wanted. Even . . . that. “Yes,” she said.
He slid an arm under her butt and hauled her up, pressing her against the wall, pulling her legs around him. She only had a moment to savor the feel of him against her, and then he pushed into her, hard, as he’d promised, and she started to come again.
“Not yet,” he growled in her ear. “Don’t come yet.”
“I don’t . . . know if I . . . can help it,” she gasped.
“You can.” He punctuated his words with a hard thrust that pushed her up against the wet, slippery wall. “You can do exactly what I tell you to do. You’re going to let me fuck you, and you’re going to fuck me back, and when I tell you to come then you will.”
She wanted to tell him it didn’t work that
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