Seven Nights of Sin - Lacey Alexander [42]
Soon, she moved harder, harder.
Peering up into her eyes, Damon whispered the same words she’d said to him last night. “Fuck me, babe. Oh yeah. Fuck me. Just like that.”
It supercharged every sensation already pulsing through her body, turning her still more ravenous and wild. As Damon’s mouth closed over one sensitive nipple, she bucked against him, crying out. He suckled her hard, tight, and she thrust her breast deeper into his mouth, somehow wishing to have part of herself inside him just like he was inside her.
As she rocked on him, she grew aware that the water in the tub moved with them now, that she was making rough waves, some splashing out, bubbles flowing over the tub’s edge. But she was too lost in pleasure to care or stop or even slow down.
She dug her nails lightly into his chest, moaning her joy, loving the very decadence of this moment and how utterly free she felt—until she heard Damon say, “Brenna. Stop.”
Stunned—and slightly devastated—she went still. “Are you about to come? Because if you are, it’s okay. I already—”
“No, babe. You’re drowning me.”
Oh God. She’d totally missed the fact that he’d somehow gradually slipped down into the tub as she’d ridden him so vigorously, and now his face rested barely above the water, framed with bubbles. She gasped. “I’m sorry. I didn’t even realize…” Then she eased off of his erection, since it seemed to be the only way he could sit up.
After which he grinned indulgently, water dripping from the ends of his long hair. “I didn’t want to interrupt you, but I was afraid you might push me under and not notice.”
Warmth stained her cheeks. “I’m an idiot.”
He lifted a wet hand to her face. “No, you’re a wild woman. Which I totally dig. But…maybe this particular tub isn’t the best place for that position.”
All things considered, she couldn’t help feeling a little deflated—and thoroughly frustrated. “I was…getting close.”
His gaze turned sexier, determined. “Don’t worry, babe—I’ll get you there.”
She bit her lip as his palms skimmed over her hips and higher, until he was cupping the sides of her breasts, stroking his wet thumbs across their tips—again, again.
“Oh…God…that’s nice.”
Letting his eyes fall half shut, he bent to flick his tongue across one turgid peak. Blowing on it lightly then—and sending yet another light rush of pleasure to her cunt—he leaned forward to speak low and deep in her ear. “Do you want my hard cock, Brenna?”
“Oh God, yes.”
He still teased her nipples, his breath coming warm on her neck. “Do you want it hard? Deep?”
Oh my. True, this slower, more exploratory sex was extremely pleasant—but hard and deep were calling to her now, beckoning. She wanted to feel him like she had in the closet, pounding into her, making each stroke echo through every inch of her body. And she wasn’t sure exactly how they were going to accomplish that in the bathtub, but she was willing to find out. “Yes, baby. Yes.”
Damon lowered his hands to her waist and said, “Turn around.”
Careful not to slip, Brenna let him guide her until she faced away, on her knees. Like before, she caught sight of them in the mirrored wall straight ahead of her—a glimpse of her bared breasts, his firm hands on her behind, his eyes filled with dark intent.
“Bend over the edge of the tub. Lift your ass.”
Brenna did so, watching in the mirror to see Damon studying her rear—or more likely, what was between her thighs. Despite already being in a bathtub, her pussy grew wetter, and she wondered what she looked like from that angle. Instinctively, she gave her hips a playful wiggle, which drew him down to deliver a gentle kiss to her bottom. “Mmm,” she said, the tiny affection rippling all through her.
“You like that?” he whispered.
“Uh-huh.”
She heard more than saw his naughty smile. “This wasn’t part of my plan, but I’ll be nice and give you a little more.”
“Okay.” Her voice came soft, almost childlike, so taken was she by such tender touches from his mouth.
His kisses on her already-moist ass sent the sweetest pleasure she’d ever