Matt couldn’t believe his eyes. He’d at first been worried about the gorgeous female drowning in the tub, but when he’d heard those sweet little mewling noises he knew there was no chance of that. She might still be asleep, but whatever she was dreaming must be equal to what he was seeing. The hot little wanton was going at it in her sleep, and damned if he wasn’t fighting the urge to whip out his cock and stroke along with her. When she slid farther down into the tub and cupped her breast, Matt swore he could smell her arousal across the room
“OH GOD,” he thought, “this isn’t right; I should not be here.”
Backing away, he was just about to turn and leave when he heard her call his name.
“Matt, mmmmmmmm, oh Matt, yes.”
Pushing the bathroom door open as quietly as he could, he came just inches farther into the room, his eyes glued to her image in the mirror. When she arched her back, her face was brought clearly into view for the first time. Matt instantly recognized the spokeswoman. They’d met briefly a couple of times this week. She’d been picking up prepared statements from the two authors, and he’d been coming to get his ass handed to him on whatever PlayStation3 or Wii game Dréa and Laura picked.
God, he’d thought she was hot. There was a little zing when they’d shaken hands, but he’d never thought she’d be that interested in him. Hearing his name on her lips caused something primal in him to spring to life. A tortured groan escaped from deep within him and caused her to open her eyes.
“Don’t stop,” he ordered gruffly. She looked a bit nervous and moved to cover her breasts with her arms.
“No, please, don’t cover yourself. You called my name; you wanted me to be the one touching you. Show me what you want.”
Matt said softly, the deep timbre of his voice vibrating in the air. For a scant moment he thought she was about to refuse, demand that he get out. He watched as she lowered her thickly lashed lids as if contemplating her next move. When she raised her eyes to meet his in the mirror, he saw the smoky haze of desire in their depths.
*****
“Take off your clothes.” Karrington’s voice was so soft, so low, she wondered at first if he’d heard her whisper.
When he continued to stand motionless, she spoke again.
“I may have been dreaming about you before, but if you’re here, you might as well take off your clothes and join me.” She raised one finely arched eyebrow in challenge.
She watched for a moment as he stood stock still. His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat, and he clinched and unclenched his fists several times. She thought perhaps he was changing his mind. With her face flushed, she moved to turn off the jets.
“Listen, you can…” she started, but he cut off her words by reaching over and grabbing her, stilling her hands on the controls. When she met his gaze, he leaned forward and kissed her. Robbing her of not only her breath, but her ability to think beyond the pleasure of his touch.
*****
Cupping his hand behind her head, Matt kissed Karrington long and hard and deep. The momentum of his kiss forced her back so that she was once again reclined in the tub. He sucked whatever escape route she was about to give him over her tongue and out of both their minds. Moving from her soft lips, he kissed her chin and jaw, then the side of her neck and finally the hollow spot near her collarbone.
Rising, he backed away slowly. This time staring directly into her dark eyes as he quickly shed his clothes. Once he was naked, he stood with his shoulders back in pride. He could feel her gaze taking in his body. He knew the moment her eyes connected with his erection. It was long and heavy and pointing directly at her. Her staring at it made him so hungry for her. His penis actually got harder and seemed to slowly rise and salute her. He had never been this hard in his life. When her eyes darted up to meet his, he quirked the corner of his mouth at the look of longing and excitement he found there.
*****
Karrington scooted up against the high back of the tub as Matt joined her in the bubbling water. With him standing and her sitting, his penis was in serious danger of poking her in the eye. Tucking her legs under her, Karri rose to her knees and took stock of Matt in all his glory. In the back of her mind, she thought about all the stereotypical myths about penis size. Determined to stay focused, she shook the thought from her head. Looking up into his smoldering green eyes, she gently wrapped his member in her hands. She was delighted by the velvet over steel feel of him. Smiling, she used the fingers of her right hand to gently pull the hard rod away from those taut abs. She didn’t miss the way his abs tightened and his pecs flexed. There was virtual electricity humming through his body and into hers.
Closing her eyes, Karri reached out and licked the sensitive mushroom cap as if she were tonguing a ripe black cherry. She repeated this several times before leaning forward and letting his shaft slide into the hot cavern of her mouth. With her right hand still firmly wrapped around the base of his stem and her left hand testing the weight of his balls, she began to hum deep in the back of her throat. Clenching and releasing each of the fingers on her right hand one by one, she could feel the tension race through Matt. The thick vein at the base of his cock was thumping a dramatic rhythm, and his balls tightened in her palm. She stopped humming and loosened the grip of her fingers.
Karri didn’t allow Matt much of a reprieve, though, because as soon as he took in a shuddering breath, she pursed her lips down over his rod and began to move back slowly, revealing his shaft inch by glistening inch. When she reached the head, she increased the suction and fluttered her tongue over the super-sensitive cap before quickly swallowing his cock again and clenching what length she couldn’t handle tightly in her hand. She repeated her ministrations for several moments before increasing the speed of her thrust and parry.
*****
Matt’s eyes rolled so far back in his head, he wasn’t sure they’d ever be able to focus forward again. Bending his knees slightly so she could take more of him into her sexy mouth, he let his head fall back on his shoulders. GOD! Nothing had ever felt this good before. He should make her stop. Any moment now he’d make her stop and show her what it felt like. He lifted his head and looked down at Karri. What a fucking mistake. The skin on her shoulders sparkled with drops of water, and her hair hung in big damp ringlets. He was fascinated by the way her heart-shaped mouth was stretched over his dick.
“Mmmmm, Karri,” he moaned, “baby, your mouth feels so wonderful. AH…ahhhhhhhh,” his breath left him in a shudder as little tremors of pleasure tripped up his spine.
He knew then he had to make her stop. If he came now, he would probably pass out and break his neck. As large as he was, he’d surely crush her under his weight. What would that look like in the headlines? “Romance authors find spokesperson and local firefighter dead in bathtub: sexual encounter gone awry.”
No, that wasn’t really in his game plan.
*****
With gentle pressure, Matt was able to extract himself from Karri’s grip. If his dick could speak, it probably would have cussed him. Forget that—it probably would have found a phone and called 911 and complained of abuse. As much as he loathed leaving the pleasure she’d be giving him, there were two things he wanted more. To taste her, and to sink his dick so far into her that he’d be able to see his own tip when she screamed his name.
Pulling her to stand, Matt adjusted Karri so she was sitting on the edge of the tub. Thankfully, it was designed so as to have ample space for a person to perch comfortably. With Karri nestled into the tiled corner, he was able to lift her right leg and place it along the tiled back splash, leaving her open to his sight.
Switching off the jets, Matt flipped the switch to engage the drain. With the water swirling away, he turned on the faucet and picked up the handheld sprayer. After playing with the massage head for a few seconds, he selected a pulsating spray. With a wicked gleam in his eye and a half smile lifting the corner of his mouth, he knelt in the tub and proceeded to take Karri to Nirvana. There was no preamble to his feasting. He simply ate with all the enjoyment of a starved man being gifted with a southern buffet. His broad tongue swiped at her slit, sending shockwaves of heat to her core.
*****
Just when Karri thought she was about to combust, he bombarded her clit with the steady tattoo from the pulsating showerhead. The fingers of his right hand found their way one by one into her sheath until he had three large digits strumming on her sensitized walls. Matt would douse her with the cool water, then suckle on her mons until there was scant little moisture left. Adjusting the spray so that it became a steady stream, he handed the showerhead to Karri and then guided her so that its spray was positioned to hit her directly on her clit. He held her hand steady for the first brief seconds, ensuring that she didn’t misdirect the spray when she was jolted with pleasure.
Once he was sure of the angle, he began to finger-fuck her in earnest, cupping his fingers together tightly so that they mimicked the shape of his cock. He thrust and rotated and then withdrew, over and over until he felt the walls of her vagina clamp down in warning of her impending climax. He watched her as she slammed her eyes closed and tossed her head back in pleasure. Somehow she managed to keep the spray from the showerhead aimed directly at her clit. When she began to open and close her mouth, gasping for air, he struck.
Lightning fast, he attacked her clit with suckling lips and quick flicks of his tongue. The pleasure was so intense, so shocking that Karri flung the showerhead away from her. It thudded against the outside of the tub when it came to rest, broken and spraying water across the floor. Karri was oblivious to the destruction. The only thing she cared about was Matt and what his tongue and fingers were doing between her thighs. Bracing herself on her hands, she began a little bouncing motion. Her climax was on her so hard and so fast she was nearly deafened by the pounding of the blood in her ears. Matt increased the pressure of his fingers on her g-spot and changed the rhythm of his tongue on her love button.
It was all too much for Karrington. When she found her release, nothing could be heard above her cries. The convulsions were so strong that she bucked away from Matt’s searching mouth and fingers and clamped her thighs together. As she fell forward in rapture, Matt was barely able to catch her and keep her from damaging them both.
He slid around so that he sat pressed against the high back of the tub. Karri ended up sideways in his lap, with her long legs stretched up the wall. She tucked her head into the space between his chin and his chest, and every now and again she’d make little mewling noises as a tremor danced through her body.
*****
Matt skimmed his fingers along the curve of her hip and watched as her nipples registered the sensation. The little nubbins hardened and begged him to taste them.
He didn’t even pretend to consider not doing so.
Using his hand to plump her breast, Matt dipped his head to lick the pebble with his tongue. If at all possible, it seemed the sensitive flesh grew even tighter and quivered under his breath.
*****
Karri moaned as Matt paid homage to her breasts. She was sure she shouldn’t have any strength left. After an orgasm like that, surely she should be passed out. But she wasn’t. She was lying in a bathtub with a hard dick pressed against her backside and a miracle tongue inciting mini-orgasm riots by licking her nipples.
It took an unnatural amount of effort to lift her hand and cup Matt’s stubbled jaw. When he pressed his face into her hand and opened his eyes to look her, her breath became stuck somewhere in her throat. This man was magnetic. Everything about him screamed sex appeal and danger, from his closely cropped dark hair to his sparkling, gold-flecked green eyes. There was nothing about him that didn’t turn her on.