Voyeur - Lacey Alexander [44]
His voice came deep, strained. “Not yet, baby.”
She couldn’t hide her frustration. “Why not?”
He spoke over his shoulder. “Because I want to do more.”
She sucked in her breath, only half appeased, as her cunt ached with need.
“You’ll get what you want eventually,” he promised. “But first, we do things my way.”
He sounded so sure, so confident—she didn’t even think about protesting further. “Okay.”
“Good girl,” he whispered, then turned, lowering a kiss to her forehead.
Taking the sponge from her hand, he set it aside, then drew her halfway beneath the water. As soon as the spray had cleared the soap from the juncture of her thighs, he gently pushed her back against the cool marble wall.
He dropped to his knees and used one hand to part her legs, and she shivered with the realization of what was coming. “I want to taste this sweet pussy,” he said, then sank his tongue eagerly into her slit.
“Unh!” she cried as the pleasure shot through her.
He licked her again, and again, tongue and mouth eagerly working at her folds.
“Oh God, yes,” she whispered, “yes,” because if she’d thought Braden’s hands were skilled . . . well, his tongue almost put them to shame. He lapped deeply at her most intimate flesh before capturing her engorged clit between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. Her hands clutched at his head, and when she found the strength to glance down, he was peering heatedly up at her. “So good,” she told him, her legs rapidly weakening beneath her. She wasn’t sure she’d ever been eaten while standing up before.
Soon, he ran his tongue in languid circles around the hot little nub of flesh, almost as if he were French-kissing it, and Laura thought she’d collapse from the pure pleasure. She heard her breath coming heavier, felt her body nearing that crucial apex, gave one more thought to how mind-blowing it was that she had this man in this shower in this mountainside home so far away from her own, then tumbled into utter ecstasy. She cried out as the heat streamed down along with the water, the spasms making her clutch at his shoulders as they washed through her. “Oh God, baby, oh God!”
And then she was collapsing, her knees gently giving way—but Braden eased her down onto the marble floor, her legs bent in front of her.
Their eyes locked. His shone glassy. She was still busy trying to catch her breath, but she lifted her hands to his face and kissed him hard, thrusting her tongue between his lips. She shouldn’t have been surprised to taste herself there, but she was—at once slightly put off but also aroused, deeply.
“I want you in my mouth,” she said. She’d never felt hungrier in her life.
He only grunted in reply, clearly excited, and she said, still breathless, “Stand up.”
Laura had never really minded going down on a guy as part of foreplay, but this was different. For the first time in her life, she truly wanted it. Had to have it. Had to have Braden’s cock in her mouth.
He pushed to his feet, his eyes wild with anticipation now, and Laura moved to her knees. The water no longer hit either of them, but Braden’s perfect shaft stood wetly at attention. She didn’t hesitate to drag one long, slow lick from the base to the head, relishing how rock-hard he felt on her tongue. He moaned, his fingertips gently stroking her cheeks as he peered down at her.
Biting her lower lip, she looked back at him for a moment, but then dropped her gaze to the task before her. Curling one hand warmly around his glistening length, she slid her tongue around the head, lightly tasting the semen gathered there, then sank her mouth over him.
She held steady, testing, weighing—could she do this? Could she handle something so enormous in her mouth? Certainly, she couldn’t take all of it—a physical impossibility—but she wanted to pleasure him as deeply as possible, so that meant swallowing as much of him as possible.
She lowered her lips, letting