Page 26 of Stone Deep
I peered up at him. “This road trip is even better when we’re off the road.”
Slade reached down and took hold of my shirt. I raised my arms as he pulled it off. I reached back and unhooked my bra. His thick callused fingers dragged the straps off my shoulders. The bra fell to my feet. He leaned down and suckled my nipple while he unzipped my shorts. He pushed them to the ground and my panties dropped too. I stepped out of them and into his strong arms.
“I’m thinking of living up to my new nickname.” His voice was rough and halted as if whatever he was thinking was making him even harder. “You up for it?”
We were surrounded by warm steam but a frisson of excitement shook my body. I had no idea what he was up to, but I was darn sure that I wouldn’t deny him anything. He had me so crazy with wanting him that I’d submit to anything. I smiled as I traced the black ink lines of a tattoo. “Just tell me what to do,Master.”
He shut off the water and climbed into the tub. He leaned back and offered me his hand. I placed my palm on his and stepped into the water.
“Kneel here between my legs,” he commanded.
I knelt down in front of him. He cupped water in his hands and poured it over my shoulders, watching with fascination as the water cascaded over my naked breasts. He reached back for the soap and rubbed it between his palms.A rose scent wafted off the wet bar of soap as he worked up a respectable lather. He pressed a palm full of soap against my breast and smoothed the creamy suds over my shoulders, breasts and belly. “Part your legs, baby.” I complied and his soapy hand trailed along my pussy. My eyes drifted shut and I felt slightly dizzy from the rose scented warmth and his tender caresses between my legs.
“Turn around.”
I turned around and his soapy hands ran along my back and over my naked ass.
My head felt heavy on my neck and I swayed a bit. “God, Slade, when you touch me—” The words were lost on a breath. He cupped the water in his hands to rinse the soap from my skin. His hands took hold of my waist and he sat me down between his legs. His cock stabbed at my bottom as I leaned back against his chest. My head rested on his shoulder as he smoothed his palms over my wet breasts, stopping occasionally to tease my nipples with his thumb.
Even in the extra large tub, his long legs had to bend to fit.
I smiled as he tried to keep his long body submerged under the warm water. “It seems this world was not built for people over six feet.”
“Yeah, don’t know why that is. But I’m thinking we’re about done soaking here anyhow. Master has some plans for his little captive. If she’s game?”
I took his hand and kissed his palm. “Slade, every second with you has been pure erotic heaven. I don’t think I could deny you anything.”
He wrapped his arms around me and held me for a long,quiet moment. Then he kissed my shoulder and released me. He stepped out first and dried off quickly, before holding the towel open for me. I pushed to my feet and stepped into the towel.
He dried my skin and I sighed with satisfaction. “This is like being at the world’s best spa.”
“That reminds me—” He reached to the bathroom vanity and picked up the tiny sample bottle of oil. Then he lifted me, still cocooned in the towel, into his arms. He carried me out to the bed.
He drew back the covers and lowered me onto the center of the mattress, before taking the towel away. Warm sunlight streamed in from the picture window. The rhythmic roar of the ocean climbed up the hillside and curled itself around the deck, making the glass of the window vibrate.
I leaned back against the pillow. He stood over me with that dark, hungry gaze that stirred every fiber of my being. With his strong jaw covered with black stubble and the mosaic of ink covering his tanned skin, he looked completely inconsistent with the flowery room. Something about the contradiction of a dark and dangerous looking man standing in a completely romantic setting made the whole thing that much more exciting. Warm moisture pooled between my legs. I stretched my arms up and took hold of the wrought iron headboard. I arched my body toward him.
“If you don’t make your move soon, Master, I just may have to start pleasuring myself.”
Those words caught his attention, and a wicked grin curled his lip.
“I was just kidding, of course,” I said.
His brow rose. “Uh, Tink, I will remind you of our conversation in the tub.” He stretched out across the bottom of the bed and raised himself up on one elbow. He took hold of one of my ankles and moved it so that my legs were spread wide. From the angle where he sat, propped up on his elbow, I was completely exposed. The feeling of having him stare at me, splayed open for him to see every intimate inch of me, made me ache with wanting to be touched. My pussy was wet with cream from having his gaze on me.
“Touch yourself, baby. I want to watch.” His tone assured me he was completely serious. “Anything, remember? This is only the first thing I’ve asked of you. Don’t deny me.”
“Should’ve been sipping wine instead of those sodas,” I said with a nervous laugh.
His fingers reached up. He just grazed the inside of my thigh, but it sent a shiver through me that made me crave more. “Tell me what you want right now.” His fingers tickled my pussy, and I wriggled toward his hand wanting him to touch me harder.
“I want you,” I said breathlessly. “I want you to fuck me and put to rest the ache between my thighs.”
He moved his face between my legs, and his warm breath blew across my pussy. I lifted my hips to try and feel more of the heat. His incredible teasing was making me wild with need. “Please,” I said.
“Touch yourself.” His words were more insistent. His fingers lightly caressed my pussy, and I nearly curled into a ball of despair. I wanted him so badly now I wanted to cry out, to beg him to take me. But his self-control, like his physique, was hard as steel.
Hesitantly, at first, I pressed my hand against my pussy.
