Voyeur - Lacey Alexander [47]
Even when she let her eyes fall shut, she knew his gaze shifted from her pink folds to her face and back again. She could feel those dark eyes as tangible as a touch—it seemed she’d always been able to, even when he’d been all the way in California.
Her breath grew labored with his ministrations, each stroke of his tongue lifting her higher. She moaned, sighed, lightly massaged his scalp. Yes, yes, so good, baby. She kept the words inside now, though, because so much emotion combined with so much sensation was weakening her all over again.
Suddenly he raised his head and said, “I need to be inside you,” so firmly she would have thought his life depended on it. It made her want him there, too.
“God, yes,” she agreed.
Grabbing her wrist, he yanked her to her feet, turned her body, and used his hands to plant her palms flat against the shower wall. Mist from the warm spray floated over them as Braden gripped her hips and plunged inside her.
Oh God—so big, so deep! Her legs nearly dropped out from under her as she released a hot sob.
“You okay?” His breath came warm on her ear.
“Mmm” was all she could manage. Then, with a Herculean effort, “Big. Good.”
He growled a response. “You’re so tight around my cock.”
She sobbed again, lightly this time, overcome by the whole encounter.
When he first began to thrust, she had to fight to keep her footing, keep her knees steady. He anchored one strong arm around her waist to help her stand. Every hard stroke pulsated all the way to the tips of her fingers and toes and made her cry out from the intensity.
But before long, she was instinctually arching her ass toward him, wanting to somehow take him even deeper. His hands snaked around to grasp her wet breasts, massaging in time with each drive of his stiff shaft, then one dipped down to stroke through her moisture in front. Only then did she realize he was no longer holding her up, that she’d found the strength to take what he had to give.
She felt out of her mind with pleasure, letting it envelop her. She could no longer think or reason, only absorb him—his cock, his hands, the mouth that occasionally rained kisses across her shoulders, neck. She heard her own voice—she sounded like someone in pain, nearly crying, but they both knew it was pleasure that consumed her.
His big fingers turned in perfect circles over her clit, and thrusting against his cock in one direction brought a sweeter, hotter pressure in front when she moved back the other way. She’d never had multiple orgasms before—but maybe that was just because her other lovers had quit trying after one? She’d thought she might climax a few minutes ago, when he’d started licking her again, and now, as he touched her, moved in her so powerfully, she knew she would come a second time.
It broke over her in waves of light and heat, and like before, she started to go down—too weak to keep standing—but the hand at her breast dropped to her waist to support her as she screamed out her pleasure. “I’ve got you, baby, I’ve got you,” he cooed in her ear as the final vibrations echoed through her.
And it struck her that she felt safe with him.
How the hell had that happened? She barely knew him, after all—they’d done nothing together besides have sex.
Yet she trusted him. Trusted him to take her to these new, hedonistic places without letting her fall. Figuratively or literally.
But then there was no more time for thinking or examining, because he was still pumping into her, hard and fast, and she knew he was getting close, too. Each stroke still filled her, thrilled her, beyond comprehension. “I’m gonna come soon, honey,” he rasped. “I’m gonna come so hard. I’m gonna come on your ass.”
Whoa. That caught her off guard and she looked over her shoulder.