Page 45 of Enthrall Ecstasy
I pointed in her bedroom’s direction. “Go get dressed.”
She let the towel drop.
Her breasts were round and firm and pert—the kind any man would have a hard time looking away from. My imagination was generous enough to provide a preview of how it would feel to circle her nipple with my tongue…sucking.
How delicious it would be to knead her breasts and pinch her nipples between my fingers. That’s what her proximity did to me—had me running through what felt like a good idea.
It wasn’t.
I sat on the barstool, holding myself back.
Rue reached for my PJ bottoms, her fingers sliding past the crotch. She pulled out my cock, gripping it tightly.
All I had to do was give the order to have her stop.
She was stroking me up and down with a firm hand. Leaning in, she licked the tip with her tongue, rimming with such accuracy all I could do was watch. We maintained eye contact as she ran her tongue all the way up my length.
“Enough.” I gritted my teeth, digging deep for some sense of control.
“Relax,” she whispered.
My inner voice silenced me, letting Rue deep-throat my dick. The pleasure felt raw and addictive; like she was trying to suck an orgasm out of my fucking soul.
This is what I need.
Rue moaned, tears streaming down her cheeks as she took me farther in, her head bobbing furiously. The sensation of her throat closing around my tip sent a jolt of bliss resounding through me.
I gripped the countertop with one hand and buried the other in her locks, directing her pace.
She groaned loudly and the sensation rippled around my girth.
Still gripping her hair, I eased her off my length, pulling her head back and holding her there suspended in that pose, her lips wet and mouth shiny.
This was a pleasure I had to ignore.
Coming in her mouth was a mistake I wasn’t prepared to make.
Rue gave me a questioning look.
“Up!” I slid off the barstool as I dragged her to a standing position, still gripping her locks, which must have hurt but she didn’t seem to care.
She just let me guide her along the hallway and into my bedroom. Maybe she assumed I was going to fuck her there.
I led her into the bathroom en suite.
Shoving her inside the shower, I joined her there and reached for the faucet, turning it to cold. The shock of freezing water hit us both as I held her beneath the spray.
Now this should chill us both back into reality.
My left hand slid from her hair to her throat, and I held her still. With my right hand, I reached for the soap bottle and flicked open the lid with my thumb, squirting the white liquid over her body. With the bottle returned to its corner, I set about rubbing the soap over her, washing off sea water and sand as my fingers trailed over her flesh.
“It’s too cold,” she complained, gasping.
“This is what you get when you defy me.”
She was one step ahead, her fingers on her clit, thrumming herself. Furiously flicking, finding a rhythm.
The imagery was erotic.
