She got the feeling that she was about to feel much sexier, though.
**
From his side, Silver was thrilled at the sweet contradiction that was Ana: shy and flustered and totally braless; simple, plain underwear and come-fuck-me boots. The woman was shaking under his touch, the same woman who’d just arched her back to taunt him as she’d run the bath.
Oh, she was going to be amazing. He just knew it.
But first, a bath.
He turned her around to face him, dropped his eyes to her bare breasts. Oh God, they were more beautiful than he’d imagined: generous and firm, pink-tipped nipples stiffening under his gaze, begging for his mouth.
All of her was beautiful, though. Her stomach was sweetly soft, her thighs and hips curved, her thighs graceful. And her eyes… they were like endless, deep molten pools of desire. Those eyes spoke to him, spoke as clear as if he heard the words. Whatever hesitation she’d been feeling over by the door, it was long gone. All that was here now was hot, unapologetic female want.
Silver stepped back. “Get in the tub, sweet thing. I’ll be right back.”
Uncertainty flashed over her face. “Are you leaving?”
“Just for a minute. I have to go back to my cabin and get something.”
“What do you have to get?”
“Protection.”
Ana stared at him for a few seconds, clearly puzzled, then her face cleared.
“I have some,” she said shyly. “In the bedroom. In the bedside table.”
Now it was his turn to stare at her. For a woman who never moved this fast, it seemed a bit odd to have condoms in her cabin, didn’t it? Then again, she’d just left a relationship, so maybe they were just something that she had from before? Best not to ask because what difference did it make, anyway? She had condoms and so he was spared a cold trip back outside. No sense being weird about something that was none of his damn business.
“OK, then,” he said as he pulled her sweet mouth back to his own. “In that case, we’ll both get in the tub.”
Somehow they managed to get each other undressed, kissing all the while, remembering to turn the taps off before the water overflowed, without Silver losing his balance as she tugged his jeans off while kneeling in front of him. Then suddenly, they were both completely naked and all wrapped around each other, hands gliding everywhere, mouths hot and eager and greedy.
Silver broke away at last, needing to see her all wet and shiny, covered in bubbles. He’d imagined that Ana would be a dusky goddess in the giant tub and he wanted his fantasy to become reality.
“Pull your hair up,” he ordered her, handing her an elastic from the side of the sink. “Then get in.”
She did as he said and he stood there just looking at her, submerged and gorgeous, all black hair and eyes and golden skin. She gave him one of those heart-stopping smiles and extended a wet hand to him.
“Are you joining me?” she said pertly. “We can swim lengths. Maybe have a race.”
“If I get in there, we won’t be swimming, baby.”
“No?”
“Nuh-uh.”
Those amazing dark eyes dropped brazenly to his hard cock and her gaze was so intense, so heated, it was almost physical. Silver sucked in a breath between his teeth as she shamelessly devoured him with her eyes. Then she met his stare again and said, “Swimming is overrated, anyway. Get in here, querido.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He was in that tub in record time and had her in his arms within three seconds of his feet hitting the water.
Ana gave a low moan as Silver pulled her up into his lap, wrapped her arms around his shoulders. His erection was pressed into her stomach, his hands were between her thighs, stroking and teasing, just hovering around her pussy but not touching. She was moving on him, her body soft and open, and she was so damn responsive and free, it was like watching music.
“Ana?” he said, low and harsh. “Baby, can I touch you?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, please.”
“Good girl,” he said, his voice caressing the words. “So good – and so naughty.”
His fingers found her now, danced over her lower lips, slowly circled her clit. Ana gave a cry and Silver grinned as she moved on his fingers, her breasts bouncing and her beautiful face flushed. Goddamn, she was going to come like this; in this moment, he couldn’t imagine anything better.
He took his time with Ana’s first orgasm, made her wait for her. He wanted her to need it and beg for it, he wanted her to feel like she’d die if he didn’t give it to her. Silver played with her, toyed with her, teased her mercilessly – and she loved every second of it.
He lowered his forehead to her shoulder and watched his hand glide through the bubbles, between her spread thighs. Her back arched and her head fell back as his thick finger stroked her pussy, teasing her. Her breath came faster as he gently parted her lower lips with two fingers and lazily circled his thumb around her clit, around and around, not touching it. She shut her eyes, silently begging for him to press on that taut bundle of nerves.
Silver took her wet, shiny nipple in his mouth, sucking on it, his tongue and fingers swirling at the same time. Ana’s whole body was lifting to offer herself to him – her breasts, her hips – and he fought to stay in control. He moved to kiss her other breast now, his hand still lazily stroking her pussy, and she shuddered with need.
He gripped the back of her neck and pulled her mouth to his again. As their lips met, his middle finger slid inside her tight channel and her whole body stiffened against him. He pushed in farther, felt her pussy flutter around his finger and his cock pulsed.
“Zeke!” she cried out. “Please!”
“Not yet, Ana,” he muttered against her open mouth. “You come when I say so. You hear me?”
She nodded and relaxed again. Her thighs fell open wider now, and he slipped a second finger inside her heat, moving in and out of her at a slow, steady pace. She moved her hips in time with his rhythm, rising and falling on his fingers and he murmured encouragement against her hot mouth.
Silver knew she was starting to ride the wave now; her pussy muscles were tensing up around his fingers, her breaths were closer to gasps. He waited until she was moving back and forth on him, her thrusts hard and smooth, then he pressed his thumb down on her clit, let up for a heartbeat, pushed down again.
At this second touch, Ana’s orgasm hit her right away, taking them both by surprise. She gave a broken cry and shook against him, her pussy throbbing and releasing strong enough to clamp down and tug him farther in. Silver pulled her closer to him, felt her fingernails dig into his upper arms, leaving marks. Her face was buried in his shoulder and she was calling his name over and over again as she came.
The flexing and relaxing on his fingers slowed down, stopped. Ana collapsed on him and he slowly moved his hands up her hips, up her back, clenched them in her tumbled, glorious hair. Her body was totally soft and pliant on his, and he pulled back a bit to look at her. God, she was so stunning with her cheeks pink, her lips parted. He raised her chin and she looked at him, her eyes hot and glowing.
Yep. A dirty little angel for damn sure. Good thing she’s in the tub.
**
Zeke kissed her again, tender and gentle this time and Jo just let herself sink down on him, enjoying how completely relaxed and loose her body was. They stayed like that for a few minutes, listening to each other breathing, then Jo leaned back to see his gorgeous face, still a bit disbelieving that she was naked with this man. She ran her fingers through his beard, stroked his full lips and he kissed her fingers.
“So how was that as a second move?” he asked her, his hands lazily moving up and down her back. “Satisfactory?”
Jo found herself giggling yet again. “Very satisfactory, thank you.”
“Good to know.” His eyes flared silver
and hot. “Move number three will be even better, I think.”
“Yeah?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Do I get a hint what it might be?”
“Only if you’re a very, very good girl.”
“I can do that,” she said seriously. “I really can.”
“OK, then.” Zeke lifted her body off his, carefully helped her to her feet in the slippery tub. “Let’s get out, angel.”
They dried each other off and Jo couldn’t believe how comfortable she felt around this man. She was surprisingly OK in her own skin with Zeke, and when he took her hand and led her out to the bedroom, she followed with a confidence that surprised her.
It was this confidence that made her do what she did next, she thought. She’d hated doing it for Brian, of course, because he’d been so goddamn tiresome about it: he’d trained her, pushed her, mocked her and tested her until she’d been the perfect little blow-job machine of his dreams. But Zeke wasn’t Brian… and Jo longed to taste him and please him and yes, tease him the way that he’d teased her.
She thought that she could make him beg. Her confidence told her to try.
Besides, Zeke’s cock was damn near perfect: it was mouthwatering and tempting, and she was breathless at the thought of getting her mouth on his length and girth.
They were in the bedroom now. Zeke was leading her over to the bed, but Jo stopped walking. He turned, a bit surprised.
“You OK?” he asked.
“I am,” Jo purred. “I just don’t think that that is move number three.”
Zeke glanced over at the bed, back at her. “It’s not?”
“Nope.”
“OK.” He grinned at her, clearly enjoying the game even if he was utterly clueless what it even was. “So what’s move number three?”
Jo caught his eye and slowly knelt down in front of him. When he saw what she was going to do, he took a deep breath. She made him wait for it, though, as she kissed his upper thighs and flicked her tongue around his stiff member. Her lips touched everywhere but his hardness, and she knew that he was about ready to beg her to take him into her hot, sweet mouth.
When she finally licked the tip of his cock, he moaned. Jesus Christ. More. She tongued her way up and down him, licking and tasting him, her fingers sliding back and forth. He leaned back against the bedroom wall and closed his eyes.
Jo slid her mouth over his tip, pressed down with her lips, swirled her tongue around him. His whole body shook and she smiled to herself. He had teased her in the bathtub, and he was now going to learn that payback was a bitch.
Slowly, she moved her mouth down the length of him; he was huge and wet and tasted faintly of the rose bubble bath. She kept moving, taking more and more of him into her mouth. She stopped almost at the shaft, started to move back. Her tongue was alive, swirling and licking and flicking. His cock quivered, strained against her mouth, and she moved faster, faster again.
Jo heard his breath change. She angled her head and let her mouth glide up and down his cock, not letting up on the pressure now. Zeke’s back was pressed against the wall, his head thrown back: she had nailed him to the wall with her mouth, and she had complete control over him. He was helpless under her mouth, gasping and writhing, his body hot and slick, his hips moving back and forth in time with her rhythm.
His hands were on her head, twisted in her hair, and she loved that he was using and directing her mouth for his pleasure. She reached back blindly, found his hands and put hers on top of them. He was confused for a second and then he seemed to realize – she was pushing his hands to show him to set the rhythm, to take charge in the most primal way possible. She was literally begging for more of his cock, silently and desperately. At that, he lost all control and just thrust and thrust into her mouth, over and over.
“Ana,” he gasped. “Ana, I’m going to come. I can’t stop…”
He started to pull away, but she didn’t move back. In fact, she took him even more deeply now, down into her throat and a primal cry was wrenched out of him. He couldn’t hold on any longer and he started to shake, his cock jumping in her mouth wildly.
“Ana!” he cried, struggling to hold back, fighting what was already happening. “I can’t –”
She removed her lips now, her hand working him, back and forth. It took no more than two long, hard strokes before she drove him right to the edge and he gave himself over to the inevitable with a strangled cry. She held him to her lush breasts and felt the warm stickiness explode onto her skin in sharp bursts, over and over. When it finally stopped, she stroked him gently, loving that she’d done this to him. She looked up at Zeke, feeling strangely shy all of a sudden.
He was leaning against the wall, those incredible eyes burning down at her. His face was perfect: those lips and cheekbones and beard made him the sexiest man that she’d ever seen, let alone been with. There was nothing refined or delicate about his face – it was rough and hard and could definitely be intimidating. But right now, as he stood there gasping in a post-orgasmic daze, he looked lost and a little bit uncertain and vulnerable. And she’d done that… she felt ridiculously powerful and pleased with herself.
Without a word, Zeke gently pulled her to her feet. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. They stood not talking and not moving, as his breathing slowed.
“So,” Jo said, dropping a delicate kiss on his chest. “How was that as a third move? Satisfactory?”
He huffed out a laugh that sounded quite a bit like a groan. “Very.”
“Is there a move number four? Or did number three finish you off, querido?”
“Yes.”
“Yes? Yes to which one?”
**
“Yes to both, you insatiable minx.” Silver ran his hands over her gorgeous body, wishing that he was ten years younger. “There will definitely be a move number four, but I need some recovery time because move number three was fucking mind-blowing.”
“Ahhh.” Ana gave him a sassy look that he longed to kiss right off her face, but he still hadn’t totally caught his breath. “So maybe a glass of water while you recover, big guy?”
Silver laughed, ambled over to the bed and collapsed on it in an undignified heap of dazed bliss. “Sounds good.”
She went out into the other room and Silver heard a fridge opening, water being poured. He rolled over onto his back, still tying to come to terms with the fact that this shy, sweet woman had oral skills that had damn near blown his head off his shoulders.
Ana was a surprise, for sure. A little mass of contradictions and mysteries. And Silver liked that just fine.
She was back now, walking over to the bed carrying two glasses of water, naked and gorgeous in the pure moonlight. He eyed her body as she approached, and at the sight of those traffic-stopping curves, he found himself getting hard again already.
He knew that women’a magazines and Hollywood glorified thin women, small women and the closer to a damn size ‘0’, the better. But he was a guy who really, genuinely wanted a woman with hips, breasts, thighs and ass – he wanted a woman-and-a-half in every direction. And that’s exactly what Ana was, in her 50’s screen siren dress and out of it.
She handed him his water and then joined him on the bed. He reached out and stroked her thigh as he drank, loving to be able to touch her when and how he wanted. He’d suspected that she’d feel like molten silk under his fingers – hot and cool, welcoming and dangerous – and he hadn’t been wrong. Ana was a pleasure to touch… and he wasn’t done taking his pleasure of her.
“So,” he said, putting the glass on the bedside table. “Tell me something, angel.”
“Sure, big guy,” she rejoined. “What’s on your mind?”
“Move number four.”
“Oh!” she said. She put her glass down too, looked very interested. “Yes?”
“Well, I guess I
was just wondering if I was going to be able to top your number three.”
“I don’t know,” she said seriously. “It was pretty damn decisive.”
“That’s a fact, baby. But…” He got to his feet now and without any warning sign of his intentions, he hauled her across the bed. “I can be pretty damn decisive myself.”
Her eyes widened in shock and lust as she took in the fact that he’d fully recovered. “Wow. Did the water do that?”
“Nope,” he said roughly. “You did. Now c’mere.”
**
Jo didn’t need to be told twice.
She scrambled to her feet and almost sighed when he took her in those large arms again. Funny how totally safe and comfortable she felt right here; funny how familiar he felt. Zeke didn’t seem like a stranger in lots of ways and she was grateful for that: she was surprised that it was so easy with him. So right.
Speaking of all kinds of right: he opened the drawer of the beside table and found the condoms. He unwrapped one and put it on the bed, then turned to look at her again. His silver gaze went right through her, pierced her in ways and places that she had never imagined existed.
“Over there,” he ordered her. “Up against the wall. Face me.”
She obeyed without a word, moved to the same place where he’d leaned just moments earlier. She put her back to the wall and waited for whatever he was going to do next.
He came to her slowly, taking his time, watching her watch him. She held her breath as he carefully, deliberately raised his arms above her head, placed the palms flat on the wall, those huge arms trapping her in her tight little spot. He was leaning close but not touching her, and it was all she could do to stop herself from reaching her lower body towards him.
“So,” Zeke said in a conversational tone. “You think that I can make you beg?”
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