The Pairing (The Proposition #3)(67)

Taking her by the shoulders, he gently turned her around. His fingers trailed down her back to the clasp of her bra. Once he unhooked it, he brought his hands up to slide it off her shoulders. Unable to resist the softness of her skin, he bent his head to kiss along her back. As he dropped the bra to the floor, his hands skimmed up her ribcage to cup her br**sts. “Mmm,” Megan murmured, letting her head fall back against his chest.

“I’m only supposed to be undressing you,” he argued, as he let her br**sts fall free of his hands.

She immediately picked them up and brought them back to cup her flesh. “I like the way you undress me. It’s very relaxing.”

Rolling her puckered ni**les between his fingers, he was rewarded with her gasp of pleasure. “The water is getting cold,” he warned.

“I’m getting so hot, I can warm it up.”

He chuckled against her ear before taking his hands away from her. As she whined in protest, his fingers jerked her thong down over her thighs. She raised her feet to step out of the underwear. “All right. Get in.”

“Tease,” she muttered, before walking over to the tub. He only got to admire her na**d backside for a moment before she lowered herself into the tub and disappeared under the foam. Leaning back against the wall, she closed her eyes in bliss. “This feels amazing.”

“Good.”

“But you know what would feel even better?”

“What?”

Her eyes popped open, and she smiled invitingly up at him. “If you were in here with me.”

“Really?”

“Mmm, hmm.”

“I should be finishing dinner,” he argued, feebly.

Megan eyed the growing bulge in his pants. “I think you should be in here letting me finish you.”

He threw his head back and laughed. “Fine. You drive a hard bargain, my lady.” He quickly unbuttoned and took off his shirt. Then his fingers went to the button and zipper on his pants. He slid them and his boxers down and stepped out of them, leaving him naked.

Megan didn’t take her eyes off him the whole time. He shifted them in the water, bringing Megan up to straddle him, but she was facing away from him. “What are you doing?” she asked.

He brought his hands to her shoulders and started massaging the tense muscles. “Helping you relax.”

She ground herself against his erection. “I was hoping a couple of orgasms would do that instead.”

He chuckled. “Don’t you believe in foreplay?”

“Yes, but not when I’m this horny.”

Bending his head, he let his warm breath tickle her outer ear. “You, my love, are never going to be a candidate for Tantric sex. You will never allow yourself to enjoy delayed pleasure and release.”

“I want to try—honest, I do.”

“But just not this evening, right?” One of his hands abandoned her shoulder to slide down in between her legs. She gasped as his thumb rubbed against her clit. As he continued stroking her with his thumb, he pushed two fingers into her slick passage. Megan whimpered and thrust her h*ps against him. Pesh kissed and licked her wet neck and back as he pumped his fingers in and out of her. “Does that feel good?”

“Yes, oh yes,” she murmured.

He increased the pressure of his thumb, and Megan shrieked, bucking her h*ps faster and faster against his fingers. When his other hand cupped and kneaded her breast, she cried out and came, her walls clenching against his fingers.

Once she finished shuddering, she collapsed back against him. “Feeling better now?”

“A little.” She twisted her body around to where she was facing him. “I want you inside me the next time I come.” She rose up and then took his erection in her hand. While keeping her eyes on his, she guided him into her core. Slowly, she sunk inch by inch on him. When she was fully seated, they both moaned at the feeling. At the intensity of what he felt inside her, Pesh was thankful she had taken him up on the birth control script where he didn’t have to use condoms anymore.

She brought her hands up to his shoulders, and then she began to ride him. His hands came to grip her waist as his head bent forward to suckle one of her ni**les into his mouth. His teeth grazed the bud before his tongue flicked and teased it into a hardened point. Throwing her head back, Megan’s walls tensed and convulsed around him. He knew he had a long way to go before he was going to come.

Once she recovered, Megan panted as she started riding him faster, causing the water to slosh around them. As his mouth latched onto her other breast, Megan threw her head back and moaned. “Harder,” she urged.

Pesh continued sucking her nipple as he began to thrust his h*ps up in time to meet her movements. Each time he went a little deeper, and it caused Megan to be more and more vocal. She tugged at the strands of his hair and clawed at his chest as she strove harder and harder for her orgasm. “Please, please,” she panted, as her hands came to cup her own br**sts. As she pinched and tweaked her own ni**les, it was Pesh’s undoing. Shoving his hand down between her legs, he flicked her clit, sending her over the edge again. Her movements caused him to jerk once and then come in her.

Once he finished shuddering and came back to himself, Megan stared at him with an utterly satiated expression. “That was…amazing.”

“Thank you.”

“Where did a nice boy like you learn to f**k?”