“Yeah. That’s the spot, huh, baby?” He was so close his lips brushed hers with each word.
“Y-yes,” she whispered, trying hard not to beg for more. Flames licked at her skin. How the water wasn’t evaporating from the tub faster than a puddle in the desert sun would remain a mystery. “Keith, it’s not enough.” The whine would have embarrassed her had she not been so damn desperate for relief.
“Mmm, I fucking love that. You begging for my fingers. My cock.” He licked her lower lip then drew back when she chased his mouth.
God, his playful, inadequate fingering was driving her out of her mind. If he enjoyed hearing her beg, he was about to be the happiest man in the world. She had no shame. The need to feel him inside her trounced her pride. “Yes, all of that. Please, Keith. I need it. I need you, so bad. It’s been too long.” She was practically babbling now.
Each time she pushed her hips up into his mischievous hand, he yanked back, denying her. Her breath came in short bursts, and she gripped the edges of the tub so hard her knuckles ached.
“Shhh,” he crooned as she whimpered over and over. “I got you, gorgeous. I’ll give you what you need.” He sank two fingers into her, capturing her sharp gasp with his mouth.
Instead of sating the need, the feel of his lips against hers had her ravenous for more. She grabbed his wrist, holding it against her pussy as she thrust her pelvis against his magical fingers.
“That’s it, baby,” he said against her lips. “Use me how you want.”
She moaned into his mouth. He took advantage of her parted lips to slip his tongue inside. The kiss quickly turned aggressive, with both of them battling for the upper hand. She bit his lower lip, drawing a harsh grunt from him. His fingers worked her over until she was a tingling, panting mess.
Eventually, he tore his mouth away. “Fuck, your pussy’s so goddammed hot.” His eyes were nearly black, smoldering with need.
His cock must be putting his zipper to the ultimate test.
His lips quirked up into the sexiest smile she’d ever seen, and suddenly, fingers weren’t enough anymore. What hung between his legs had her attention now.
Mickie lunged forward, attacking his mouth again. She scrambled to her knees, which dislodged his hand, sent water splashing over the side of the tub. His shirt was the victim of the spray as well.
“Sorry,” she muttered into his mouth as she climbed out of the tub and into his arms.
He chuckled as she wrapped her wet body around him, soaking him from shoulders to knees. “Pretty sure you’re not.” Bubbles clung to her skin and now his clothing as well.
He squeezed her slippery ass, making her gasp. “You’re right. I’m not.”
Somehow with lots of shifting, awkward bumping of limbs, and water droplets flinging everywhere, they ended up on the bathroom floor. Keith lay on his back atop a fuzzy, plush rug while she straddled his stomach. Water dripped from her hair onto his shirt, but he didn’t seem to care in the least. Instead, his attention went to her wet breasts.
“How is it possible you’re even sexier when wet?” he asked as he thumbed her nipples.
She jolted as a streak of electricity shot from her breasts to her clit. Her eyes fell shut, and for a moment she reveled in his touch before the need for more took over yet again.
Giving him a sultry smile, she shimmied down until she straddled his thighs. “Shirt off,” she commanded.
He winked. “Yes, ma’am.” As he curled up, he reached behind his head and pulled the damp shirt up. One by one, he revealed the ridges of his chiseled abs. Her mouth watered, and she could no more resist licking a path up the valley of his stomach than she could stop breathing. Keith sucked in a sharp breath the moment her tongue hit his heated skin.
That gave her wicked ideas of other places she could work her tongue. As though she’d die if she didn’t get him naked in the next five seconds, she assaulted the button and zipper of his jeans. He bridged his hips, allowing her to yank them down below his knees.
As he shifted to kick the jeans off his legs, she bent down and took as much of his cock as she could manage into her throat.
“Jesus, fuck,” he shouted. His hips shot up, and his cock bumped the back of her throat. She gagged slightly but regained control quickly and sucked him with vigor. The silky skin glided across her tongue, making her hum her enjoyment. Keith smelled as she’d have expected. Masculine and earthy with the hint of motor oil he never could shake.
His heavy sac hung between his bent thighs, beckoning her. She cupped it, giving the lightest of tugs. His reaction was instantaneous and near violent.