Page 35 of Spring Break with a Bass Player
“You could probably cook a lobster in here,” I tease, dropping a kiss to her collarbone and trailing my lips up her neck when she sighs and tilts her head.
“Today was a really big deal, and everything went off without a hitch—textbook from beginning to end.”
“Because you’re fucking amazing,” I breathe as she hums, moving my free hand to her breast and squeezing gently. Her moan is sweet and sultry, the sound somehow more seductive with the steam and scent of lavender billowing around us.
“I wouldvery muchlove for you to make me come,” she says, reaching her hand behind her to grip the back of my neck, the movement arching her back to push her tit more firmly into my grip.
Hell yes, this is finally happening.
“Does that work on you?” I ask, motioning toward the handheld showerhead and downing the rest of my champagne before setting the glass on the table.
“It does if you do it right.”
It’s a taunt.
A challenge.
And I’m all too eager to accept.
“Bend your knees,” I tell her, adjusting the pressure to the jet setting before submerging the showerhead, relishing in the way she moans the moment I find her clit. “Is this what you do when you’re home alone, Beautiful?”
“Sometimes,” she whimpers as I tease her, my fingers plucking and rolling her nipple as she rocks her hips, already chasing her release.
“Did you think of me?” I ask, moving the showerhead closer to her clit and making her gasp.
“Take this,” she pleads, handing me her glass with shaking fingers.
“Answer the question,” I command, drawing little circles under the water as she writhes against me, her nails digging into my thigh as I tease her.
“Yes, I thought of you.” She swallows hard, her lips parting as her eyelids flutter closed. “This is so much better.”
The praise justdoessomething to me, the animalistic urge to mark her so potent, I can’t resist. I click the showerhead up in intensity, and Saige cries out, her body tensing as I sink my teeth into her shoulder. She grips my hair tighter and I grunt, her other hand covering mine below the water and guiding me as she rides out her orgasm with my name on her lips.
It’s easily the hottest moment of my life.
The most real pleasure.
And the mostraw.
“You’re an addiction, baby,” I tell her and she hums, manipulating the showerhead until it turns off and letting it drop to the basin of the tub.
“How’s that bite mark doing?” she asks as she relaxes back against me, amusement in her tone.
“Prominent.”
She snorts, reaching behind her to grip my cock. “This feels prettyprominenttoo.”
“You have that effect on me.”
“Then let’s do something about it, hmm?”
“Anything you want, Beautiful.”
Anything you want.
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