Page 81 of Coming Home Country
Her head lolled onto my shoulder as her back arched.
“Yes.” The word was drawn out on a hiss that transitioned into a deep groan when I tweaked both nipples.
My cock ached where it was nestled against her ass, but it was Bex’s turn now. And oh, what a turn it was going to be.
“Is this what you like, baby?” I kept pinching one nipple while my other hand dipped between her open thighs, hovering right above where I knew she was desperate for my touch.
“You know it is,” she said on a whine. Her hips lifted, seeking contact with my fingers.
I hummed in her ear while my fingertips ghosted over her mound before teasing over the crease of her inner thighs. “Is that needy little clit swollen and throbbing for me? What about that greedy pussy, Bex? Is it clenching around nothing, needing to be filled? First with my fingers and then with my cock?”
Her sharp, panting breaths filled the air.
I smiled to myself, knowing that was only the first of many sounds from this stunning woman that would make up the soundtrack of this evening. The one I wanted to play on repeat for the rest of my life because a single night would never be enough.
When she didn’t answer, I commanded, “Beg for it, Bex.”
A whimper reached my ears before she stammered, “P-please. I need you, Tuck.”
“Only me?” I pressed.
Her swallow was audible. “Yes. Only you.”
“Right answer.”
I rewarded her by applying firm pressure to that sensitive little bud between her legs, circling it before rolling it between two fingers.
A wet hand came up to tangle in my hair as she arched into my touch, moans spilling freely from her lips as she chased her pleasure.
“Yes, Tucker. Right there. Don’t stop.” Bex swiveled her hips, getting into a rhythm that worked best for her.
Too bad for her, I was in charge tonight and didn’t feel particularly inclined to take orders.
So instead of keeping my fingers against her clit, I dragged them lower until they teased her waiting entrance, slipping through the wetness gathered there that was different from the water surrounding us.
She sucked in a sharp breath in anticipation.
Without a word of warning, I shoved inside her. There was no resistance; she was that fucking ready. When her silken walls gripped my fingers like a vise, the heat of her blistering, my cock wept, desperate to get in on the action.
Bex mewled, writhing against me as I pumped in and out, making sure the heel of my palm ground against her clit with each pass.
God, more than anything, I wished I hadn’t added bubbles to the bath. I wanted to see the way her naked body looked nestled in the cradle of mine, to watch as my hand dove between her creamy thighs, bringing her to the brink.
Curling upward, my fingers hit that sweet spot inside her, causing a gasp to ring out loud and clear. Her legs squeezed together, trying to hold me in place, but she gave up the right to an easy orgasm when she decided to be a naughty girl and forgo the relaxing experience I’d handcrafted for her.
My teeth scraped along the side of her exposed neck. Even though her skin was flushed pink from the heat of the bath, I relished the sight of goosebumps rising to the surface.
The thighs locked around my wrist began to tremble, so I asked a question I already knew the answer to, just to make the torture that much sweeter.
“You’re right there, aren’t you, baby?”
Her back bowed. “So close.”
“I can feel your pussy fluttering around my fingers, trying to draw me deeper.”
“Please, God. I need it so bad.”
“I know you do.” Pumping a few more times, I made sure she was right on the edge— where one more drag against her clit with the pressure to her G-spot would throw her over—before pulling my hand away.
