Barenaked Jane. Deanna Lee
means that all men are sluts and people are just so used to it that it isn’t worth saying.” He grinned and leaned back on his end of the tub.
Well, I couldn’t argue with that. I shifted my foot and slid it across his chest and teased his nipple with my toe. It hardened under my attention. “So, what else do you do to seduce a woman?”
“I treat every woman like she’s special and the only woman I need.”
“Lord, that probably gets you laid all the time.”
“Every woman is smart, amazing, and so sexy that no man can resist her.”
I laughed out loud. “You’re impossible.”
“It works.” He snagged my foot and massaged it briskly with both hands. “What works for you?”
“As you know, women don’t have to do a lot of work when it comes to men and sex. You guys are easy as hell. But I find letting a man think that he’s in charge goes a long way.” I glanced at him and had to laugh at the speculation on his face. “But I’m not very good at playing the damsel in distress.”
“No, I don’t imagine that you are.” He tilted his head. “Come here.”
I slid to my knees and scooted across to him, straddling his thighs as I did. “And sometimes I even follow instructions.”
I gasped a little as he pulled me forward. Water sloshed between and over us as I settled on his thighs. I reached down between us and wrapped both my hands around his cock. I loved the silky feel of his skin and the way he shifted under me as I stroked him. In the past, I’d taken some satisfaction in pleasing my sexual partner, but I’d never been so compelled to pleasure a man like I was with Mathias. I wet my lips at the thought and met his gaze. As if he knew what I had on my mind, he moved against my hands.
“I do enjoy a woman who can pretend to be obedient when it suits her.” He cleared his throat and then groaned softly. “Later on will you put on that pin-striped suit you wore to work on Tuesday?”
“Why?” I tilted my head as I rubbed my thumb across the head of his cock again and again.
“Because it made you look sexy and powerful. And all day Tuesday I wanted to take you into a dark room and fuck you up against the wall.” He cleared his throat and closed his eyes. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“As far as I know no man ever really died of an orgasm.”
His hands clamped onto my hips. “About that suit?”
“I’ll have you know that it would be disgraceful to fuck in a two-thousand dollar suit.” But I was going to put it on the first chance I got and we both knew it.
“Disgraceful and hot.” He lifted his hands from my hips and cupped the back of my head. “Give me your mouth.”
Who could deny such a demand? I moaned against the press of his lips and slid my tongue inside to taste him. I sat back abruptly and pulled my mouth from his. “We need to get out of this tub.”
He laughed. “Why?”
I glanced at him briefly as I stood and exited the tub. “Do you know how many accidents happen in bathrooms every year?” Grabbing a towel from the counter, I glanced back at him just once before going into the bedroom. “Besides, I want to suck your cock.”
Every little moment I spent with him had started to hurt a little. How many hours had we known each other? He would be gone on Monday. Not gone from my life, but gone from this small space we’d given ourselves. There wasn’t room for more…was there?
I dropped the towel into a basket near the bathroom door and then left the bedroom. I hadn’t spent so much time naked in recent memory, but I knew putting on clothes would’ve been a waste of time. I grabbed some juice from the refrigerator and poured half a glass. I reached for another glass when he came in, a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Thanks.”
“You need to keep your strength.” I handed him the glass and put the juice away. “What do you want for dinner?”
“How about we put some clothes on, find some out-of-the-way place with bad service and good food?”
“It just so happens that I know such a place. Best pasta in town, family-owned business, and all the waitresses are family members who hate their jobs.” I walked over to him and slid my fingers into the front of the towel. “But at the moment I just want more of you.”
He set down his empty glass and reached out for me as I pulled at the towel and it fell away. “That I can do.”
His lips brushed against mine briefly and he picked me up. A modern, liberated woman isn’t supposed to be giddy about a man carrying her around. Yet I swung my feet a little and grinned as Mathias took me back to bed. I ought to have my head examined.
I sat back on the bed as he put me down and raised an eyebrow when he went down on his knees. “My, this looks exciting.”
He laughed and motioned me forward. “Move a little closer.”
I moved to the edge of the bed and jumped a little when he lifted my legs to his shoulders. “You could be perfect.”
He nuzzled his mouth against my labia and then boldly slipped his tongue in to tease at my clit. My arms weakened and I laid back on the bed, stunned. No man had made me feel so weak and so powerful in my entire life. I bucked against his skillful tongue with every breath I took, and I came within seconds. Being in a constant state of arousal surely had its advantages.
I sat up as he stood, grabbed a condom, and pulled it from its packaging.
“No.” I reached out for the condom. “Not yet.” He stilled in front of me as I tossed the condom on the bed and ran my hands up his thighs. “I want you in my mouth.”
“Yes, you mentioned that earlier,” he whispered softly.
I grinned and glanced up briefly at him as I started to stroke his cock with one hand. He was watching me intently, his hands fisted against his thighs. I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth, and he took a deep breath. Cupping his balls with my free hand, I whipped my tongue around the head and then slid him in until he pressed against the back of my throat.
“Christ.”
I felt one hand drift over my head and then lift away. He groaned softly when I pulled off him and then sucked him back in as far as I could. The way his body was tensed told me that he wouldn’t let me suck him for very long. Using my tongue, I played and sucked at the head intently. Tasting and taking in pre-come that flowed freely from him, I’d never felt more powerful and female in my life.
He touched my head and pulled free. “Get on your knees.”
Handing him the condom, I rolled to my knees, my clit still pulsing with the orgasm he’d given me. He gripped my hips tightly as he pushed against my entrance. My flesh gave way as he pressed, and I buried my face briefly in the bed beneath me. He filled me again and again, each thrust brisk and deep. It was perfect. He was perfect.
“Yes. Yes.” I continued to rock back against him, pulling him in as deeply as I could with every movement.
He ran his hands down my back again and again as we slapped against each other. I wanted as much as he could give and more. I braced against the bed as I edged closer and closer to another orgasm. He slid one hand underneath me and started to rub my clit.
Tears sprung to my eyes as I gave into him and the pleasure he gave so effortlessly. He pulled me tightly against his hips and rocked in a jerking movement as he came.
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