by Mari Freeman
Liza marveled at the size of the bathroom. She leaned over the tub and turned on the taps, hoping his hot water heater was up to filling the massive thing. Rummaging under the sink, she found a dust-covered bottle of bubbles. Pleased the smell was a spicy eucalyptus and not something sweet, she poured some of the rich, sage-colored liquid into the water flow. Undressing quickly and sinking into the soothing water, Liza enjoyed the temperature and the perfectly positioned headrest. She relaxed, closed her eyes and waited.
She opened her eyes when she heard his bare feet on the wood floor. Brazenly, he walked into the room naked except for his cowboy hat. His gaze connected with hers as he set two beers and a couple of condoms next to the tub. Fixated on the way his leg muscles flexed when he crouched next to her, Liza had to work hard to swallow. She followed the lean lines of his thighs to find his cock standing out proudly from his body, bobbing from his movements. She was sure her head bobbed along with it, like a car ornament.
He ran the tips of his fingers through the bubbles gathered at her breasts. “Didn’t know I had bubble bath.” He was watching her face, not the dizzying circles he was making on one of her breasts. The stormy hunger in his intense eyes made her shiver more than his caress. Her nervousness was threatening to resurface. Seeing his need for her, she knew her emotions mirrored his.
“It was…I found it under the sink.” As she spoke, he stepped into the tub and sank into the warm water facing her.
Leaning back, he groaned. “Perfect.” His hands reached for Liza’s ankles, traced the line of her leg as he leaned forward, his eyes never leaving hers. He reached her hips and pulled her astride his powerful thighs, sloshing water and sliding her body forward until her pussy fit snugly against his cock. He pressed his lips to hers, wet fingers holding her head, kissing her with an urgency that Liza felt to her toes. She moaned, returning his urgency, rubbing her breasts on his wet chest and reaching through his hair to deepen he kiss.
His hands roamed her back, teased down over the curves of her ass, then gripped her and pulled her closer. He ground his soap-slickened shaft against her. She broke the kiss and let her head fall back, holding on to his neck, swaying her hips, indulging in the rhythm. Warm fingers traced her side, back up her body, and cupped her breasts as their lower bodies moved together.
“God, you’re amazing!”
His words barely registered. A lust-induced haze held her attention to the feel of his shaft caressing her clit.
He peppered her neck and chest with featherlight kisses, moving down, kissing her nipples and the sensitive undersides of her breasts. Each brush of his lips sent tiny shivers down her spine, making her eventually lose time with his thrusts. She opened her eyes on a gasp as he lifted her to the back ledge of the tub, spreading her legs, leaving her pussy at his eye level.
He massaged her inner thighs. Wet kisses and nibbles trailed behind his strong hands as he rubbed tight muscles. Liza leaned back against the wall, unable to bring herself to speak. His rugged face, the tenderness in his touch moved her, shook her.
She loved this man.
“I need to be in control of almost everything around me,” she blurted.
He pushed her legs farther apart, used a thumb to separate her folds and pushed his tongue into her dripping pussy. “Uh hmmm,” he hummed, ignoring her words, looking up at her as she arched and gripped the edge of the tub. He lifted one of her legs and propped it over his shoulder, opening her farther. Rimming the tight ring of her ass with a finger of his free hand, he ran his tongue over her throbbing slit. With a moan, she dug her hands into his hair and watched his eyes as he looked up at her. His tongue pointed and started to flicker across her clit, making Liza lose all ability to concentrate on his face. She growled his name through gritted teeth as a breathtaking orgasm rocked her. She jerked and tried to pull away.
Blake didn’t give her overwhelmed senses time to recover before lifting her out of the tub. He carried her to the bedroom and tossed her on the bed.
Liza watched his expression grow dark, his face pull taut with need. Spreading her legs, she leaned back into the pillows and watched him as he rolled a condom on.
Moving over her, he pressed the thick head of his cock against her wet lips. He looked at her, locked his gaze with hers. “You can have all the control you want outside the bedroom, Liza. Now keep those lovely eyes open. I want to watch your face as I enter you. Don’t close ’em. Understand?”
Liza wriggled her hips in response, rubbing her still-trembling flesh on his cock. They hadn’t spoken much. Liza wanted to listen to what his body and those eyes had to say. She had learned to trust actions. Words were easy enough to misinterpret. It was easy to lie. This, this relentless, urgent need, spoke volumes. She hadn’t anticipated such need, even after the intimacy in the foaling barn or his caring control of their fuck in the mansion. He wanted, needed her every bit as much as she wanted and needed him. She felt it in his slightly shaky fingers as he fumbled to find her opening, missing once, using the opportunity to stroke smoothly against her clit. She raised her hips and pushed forward. He grasped her and held her still with one hand, guiding his thick tip with the other, finally finding his target. Liza pushed forward all the way.
“Oh. Fuck. Yes!” He pulled out and pushed in again, balls-deep. Liza moaned, still pushing, meeting his thrust. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she tried to quicken his pace. Blake cupped her face, his movements slow, controlling, taking.
“More…faster…” Liza heard the pleading in her own voice.
“You want more, baby?” He pounded into her once, hesitated, waited for her answer.
Her body shook in frustration. “Blake. Please!” She could only wiggle under his big body. “Please…”
He didn’t answer as he lifted off her slightly, looked at the place their bodies joined, and started to fuck her in earnest. Liza couldn’t meet his thrusts any longer. He was ravenous in his taking. She clutched at his shoulders, holding on as her body spiraled out of her control.
Erotic sensations washed over her at his cock sliding in and out, his wet kisses on her shoulder, his hot breath in her ear. She knew she was screaming as each stoke opened her, but didn’t care.
He reached down and teased her clit. It was all she could stand. With an upward thrust, she braced herself against him, reaching for his legs to hold him still. Every muscle in her body tensed, her breathing stopped and white light exploded behind her eyes. Liza barely managed to whisper his name as she came.
Blake squeezed his eyes shut and fought his own climax as he savored the feel of her pussy clamping around him. When he felt her relax the smallest bit, he pumped furiously as she continued to pulse around his cock. It wasn’t long before he trembled, grunted and exploded, before finally collapsing over her, panting and sweating.
He rolled on his side and pulled her flushed body next to his, tucking her safely under his chin. “You know I’m not letting you go anytime soon.”
She kissed his chest and trailed her fingers across his stomach. “You know why I disappeared for a while?”
“I guessed. I hoped I was right. You needed time. The intensity…it’s been amazing and overwhelming for me too.”
She huffed against his chest. “Overwhelming is an understatement.”
“I know, baby.” He nudged her, making her look up at him. He lifted his head and the tiny lines around his eyes that creased when he was being serious made her stomach flutter. “I know you need to go slow, to trust what we have here. Hell, I do too. But I’m damn sure I love everything about you, your gruff businesswoman exterior and your vulnerable heart.” He kissed her head. Liza felt tears start to burn the backs of her eyes. “Understand, Liza—you can set the pace from here on out. You decide where we’ll live, pick the china, whatever you need to be comfortable. I’m an easy man to get along with,” his head fell back on the pillows, “as long as you don’t say no.
“But there’s only one thing I’m taking a stand on right now, tho
ugh,” he continued.
Liza stopped stroking his stomach, a slight nervousness rising to the surface as she raised her head to look at his serious face. “What’s that?”
“I will never, ever wear a pug-print tuxedo.”
About the Author
Mari Freeman lives on her horse farm in central North Carolina. When not penning romantic erotica, she enjoys horses, hiking, traveling, good food, and friends. An outdoors girl at heart, you can often find her by the pond with laptop fired up, fishing line in the water, and her imagination running wild.
Mari’s favorite stories include Alpha females in love with even more Alpha males. She finds the clash of passionate, strong willed personalities fascinating. She writes contemporary, paranormal, and a little science fiction/fantasy.
Mari welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.
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