Loved by a Roughneck

“No. I want you to look at me.”

Forcing her eyes open her gaze latched to his. Something shifted inside her, and a door chained shut burst open. The realization toppled her into the white abyss of gratification.

****

Pulling out he went to the bathroom to discard the condom, and begin a bath. He might be rusty, but he still had a few things up his sleeve. Tonight he’d seen up close and personal why she shied away from connections. Who knew how long she’d been playing the role of parent. Adding shower gel, he watched the water bubble up and grinned. He’d show her the way she deserved to be treated. He returned to the bed and lifted her into his arms.

“What are you doing?”

“Cleaning you off, so I can dirty you up.”

She giggled. “What?”

They stepped through the door way, and she blinked rapidly. “Y-you didn’t have to do this.”

“What’s a bath between friends?”

“I told you—”

He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, smothering her protest as he plied her lips apart with his tongue. She purred, burying her fingers into his hair, and he pulled away, lowering her into the tub. He turned off the faucet and ran the tips of his fingers over her collar bone, mesmerized by the droplets of water running down her milk chocolate skin. Unable to resist he moved in to lick the beads from between her cleavage.

Looking up he watched her eyes darken. “You taste good, Maci.” Her bottom lip poked out.

“I haven’t gotten to taste you yet.”

“Later.”

“Now.” Her stare focused on his hardening dick. Rolling in the water she sat back onto her heels. Standing, he brought his tip to her lips, painting her lips with his unique blend of lipstick. Her tongue shot out, circled his head, and dipped into his slit. The heat of her mouth and the erotic sight of her kneeling before him made him groan. She sucked him into her mouth.

His eyelids lowered, and he went from half mast to full. She pushed his hand away replacing it with her own. Twisting her wrist she brought his dick toward her, swallowing him down her throat. Her throat held him, and her hollowed cheeks made his balls draw up tight. Their gazes remained locked as she took him higher and higher. Wild with lust, he surged forward, and she took every inch. Her other hand came up to massage his balls. His spine tingled.

“I’m going to come.”

“Mmmhmm.” The pleased purr and vibration pushed him over the edge, and he spilled down her throat. She took all he offered up with greedy gulps that sent tingles down his body.

“I think you should get in before you fall over.”

He nodded, stepping inside the tub on shaky legs. A satisfied smirk lined her lips.

“Enjoy yourself?” She leaned back against him.

“You know I did.” He whispered into her ear, smoothing her hair behind her it so he could nibble at her neck.

“Good.”

“I think I owe you a cleansing though.” Pushing back he reached over to grab the body soap in the corner. Popping the cap he squeezed some into his hands. Bringing his hands up to her breast he rubbed the liquid in. Tiny, white, bubbles, clung to her Hershey kiss nipples. “I have to be very thorough.” Widening his caress he massaged her heavy breasts before he moved down her slender waist. Kneading the slight swell of her belly he sucked the salty skin of her neck into her lips. Her breath came in tiny puffs.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He returned her words from earlier, and she chuckled. The laughter broke off when he slipped his hand below the surface of the water and caressed her center.

“Again?” She whispered.

“I only have two weeks.” Manipulating the slick flesh between her legs he bent down and captured her lips. Pouring every ounce of interest in her he willed her to understand this was more than a physical thing. She tightened around his fingers, and he took her cries inside, kissing her through the wave. Limp and satiated she allowed him to hold her as the water grew tepid.

“I owe you a wash,” she whispered, peering up.