Kiss and Don't Tell(101)

I reach up and pull off my shirt, dragging it over my head and letting it fall to the ground. Her eyes roam my chest and then fall to my shorts as I undo them. Just her perusal with those sultry eyes has me hard. Keeping my eyes on her, I strip out of my shorts and push my boxer briefs down, revealing my hard-on.

Her lips quirk to the side as her eyes meet mine. She reaches behind her, undoes her bra, and allows it to fall. She brings her hands to her tits, which are more than a handful for me, and massages them a few times, making my dick jolt up. Still with that grin, she pushes her thong to the ground and steps toward me. She smooths her hand up my chest to my nipple, and slowly plays with it.

“I love that you’re already hard,” she whispers.

Fuck . . . that feels good. Who knew I liked my nipples played with?

“I told you, I’m always stiff around you.” I suck in a sharp breath when she pinches my nipple. “Fuck, baby. That feels really good.”

“I also like that you enjoy your nipples being played with. It’s hot.” And when I think she’s going to reach up and kiss me, she moves past me to the full tub. She bends over, giving me an amazing view of that slappable ass, and she turns off the water. “Am I getting in first, or are you?”

“Me,” I say, my voice cracking from the thought of being inside her body.

I slide past her, my hand dragging along her back as I get in the tub. I settle in and then hold out my hand to help her in. She settles between my legs, my erection pressing against her back, and then she leans against my chest. Her hands fall to my thighs and her head rests against my shoulder. I move my hands to around her waist and then I kiss her neck.

“Comfortable?” I ask her.

“Very,” she coos as she smooths her hands up and down my thighs.

“Good,” I say as I bring my hands to her breasts. She expels a long moan and sinks deeper against me as I carefully tweak her nipples between my fingers.

“Mmm, Pacey, you make me feel so good.”

“Same, babe,” I say into her ear before I kiss her neck again. She leans to the side, giving me better access, and I take advantage of it, sucking and nipping at her skin.

“You’re going to leave marks,” she says casually.

“Would it be bad if I claimed you?” I ask.

“No. I prefer it.”

That pulls a growl from me as I pinch her nipples and then suck the bottom of her neck into my mouth.

“Yes,” she moans as one of her hands falls to the back of my neck, keeping me in place. “Pacey, you make me so hot, so crazed, like if I don’t have you right now, I might combust.”

“You feel how hard my cock is?” I ask her. “You make me want to come before I’m ready.”

“Touch me,” she moans.

“I am.” I squeeze her nipple and she hisses between her teeth.

“My clit,” she breathes heavily. “Touch my clit.”

“Ah, my girl is ready for my fingers.”

“So ready, Pacey. I’m pulsing down there. I need relief.”

“Then you’ll have to stay that way.” I move my mouth to her shoulder and continue to work her breasts, pinching, lightly pulling, rolling, teasing her.

“Pacey.” She shifts against me, my cock painfully hard as her back rubs against it. “I’m going to touch myself.”

I bite down on her shoulder and she groans.

“Don’t even fucking think about it. Hands on my knees.”

“But don’t you want to watch me make myself come?”

Tempting, it’s really fucking tempting.

“I do, but I prefer to watch your hand bring you to completion, your legs spread wide for me. I can’t see anything under the water.”

I roll her nipples, applying more pressure.

“Fuck, Pacey.” She wiggles against me. “I want your dick.”

Can’t fucking hear that enough.

“And I want that tight cunt, but not yet,” I whisper as I run my tongue up her neck and to the spot behind her ear. She shivers under my touch and grips my knees more tightly as I ease the pressure on her nipples and now just lightly stroke them.

“You’re torturing me,” she complains, unable to be still.

“I’m pleasuring you.” I kiss back down her neck, nibbling along her skin, marking her as mine.

“I’m so close, Pacey.”

“I know.” I move one hand down toward her pussy. Her stomach hollows out, and when I reach the spot just below her belly button, her breasts arch and her pelvis seeks out my hand.

“Please.”

“Patience, baby,” I say, bringing my hand back up to circle my index finger around her breasts.

“I’m going to come. Just from your touch, I’m going to come.”

“Then come.” I grab her earlobe with my teeth and growl into her ear as her backside rubs against my cock again.

With my index finger and thumb, I grip her left nipple and playfully roll it, playing with the hard nub, loving how responsive she is as I move my hand back down. Her breathing picks up, her chest pushes against my hand, and she exposes the beautiful column of her neck as she begs, “Fuck me with your fingers, Pacey.”

“Greedy tonight.” I press my fingers just above her slit and then slide them back up. A feral moan flies out of her mouth right before she turns in my embrace. Her eyes are wild, her neck is red from my scruff and mouth, and her breasts are marred from my teasing.