Page 85 of Gin & Jewels
“Yep.”
We had dinner at Hell’s Kitchen at Caesars Palace, followed by dancing at OMNIA. We didn’t stay long, since neither of us felt as though clubbing was our scene. Instead, we went backhome.
“Sorry that was a bust.” He threw his keys onto the kitchen island.
I shrugged. “It’s okay. I still had fun, and now I can say that I’ve been clubbing in Vegas.”
“True.”
I looked out the side window to the backyard where I could see the pool illuminated with changing colors from blue to pink to green to yellow and so on. “Maybe a late-night swim?”
“Yeah, if you want.” I started to go toward the stairs, but he stopped me. “You don’t need a suit.”
I turned and looked at him. “I don’t?”
“Neighbors won’t see.” He winked.
My belly dipped as I thought about seeing Brad naked again. “Okay,” I whispered.
Brad grinned. “Or we could use the shower, and I can show you what the seat is good for.”
Oh fuck.“Okay.”
Without hesitation, he picked me up, looping my legs around his waist, and we kissed as he carried me up the stairs and into the bathroom. He set me on my feet, and we raced to discard our clothes, every stitch flying into the air before hitting the floor.
“Can we …” I hesitated. “You know?”
“If you want to.”
I was so ready, as though I was literally burning with the need for it to happen. “I do.”
“Okay. Get the water perfect, and I’ll be back.”
I tried to stay calm as I turned the dials to heat the water to the right temperature. I never thought that my first time would be in a shower, but then again, I never really thought about my first time until I met Brad. He’d awoken everything inside me from getting over my fears to finding out how to pleasure myself.
He didn’t take long before he returned, naked and holding a bottle of something clear in one hand and a condom in the other. His cock was already hard, jutting out and asking to be touched, and I swallowed, looking down at it.
“Just thinking about your tight pussy around my dick makes me hard,” he stated as though he read my mind.
As I felt moisture gather between my legs, I could only nod because I was at a loss for words. The urge to slide my hand down my belly and between my legs was fierce. My pussy was aching.
Brad put the condom on and then stepped toward me. I held my breath because I thought this was the moment. Instead, he urged me into the shower.
“Put one leg on the step,” he instructed.
I didn’t wait to do as he asked, eager to do anything this man told me to do. He bent and got between my legs, reaching up with his mouth and tasting me. I moaned as his warm tongue ran across my most sensitive spot. He stuck a finger inside of me and then two, making it difficult to stand with the pleasure running through my body. With his fingers working me, he leaned forward and started to lick my clit again. I held onto his hair, needing to balance myself.
“Damn, baby. I swear you have the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.”
I moaned a response as his tongue returned to my clit as his fingers pumped inside of me. I felt myself getting closer to the feeling I’d had before I’d come the other night. “I’m close,” I panted.
“That’s it,” he urged. “Come on my tongue and fingers.”
“Oh god,” I breathed, and my body jolted as the orgasm shot through me.
When I was done and I loosened my grip on his hair, Brad sat on the seat in the shower. “I want you to go as fast or as slow as you want.” I nodded, watching as he took the clear liquid and spread it over his sheathed cock. He motioned for me to step forward. “Straddle my hips, baby.”
The steam from the shower started to coat my body, and I swallowed before taking a step forward, knowing that this was the moment. Of all the guys in the world, I was happy this moment was happening with Brad. I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
