Falling In (The Surrender Trilogy 1)

She gazed at him, a touch of suspicion in her eyes, then slowly leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. He didn’t wrap his arms around her, wanting to see how she’d handle herself. Her fingers threaded through his hair, droplets of water sprinkled his shoulders. The sultry air of the bathroom cocooned them in warmth.

Her soft, strawberry flavored tongue tickled his lips and he opened. Her kiss was gentle, tender. Tentatively, her fingers moved down to his shoulders and she crawled closer. Lucian’s mouth curved under her kiss and he slid his knees between hers, guiding her hips low. She straddled him and he fit his cock between her thighs.

“Put me inside of you.”

She paused for a moment and shyly reached under the water for his length. Her small hands wrapped around his flesh like a gentle leaf catching the rain. She timidly directed him to her sex and he was tempted to tell her to wait so that he could show her how to touch him properly. But as her heat teased the tip of his cock he wanted nothing more than to be inside of her again.

“Now take me, Evelyn.”

She lowered herself, rotating her hips in order to accommodate his size. Her hand returned beneath the water. Her fingers curled delicately around his length as she opened herself wider and slid down. They both sighed as their bodies fit together as one.

Lucian gripped her hips and held her to him, not allowing her any relief from his size. “Feel me inside of you, Evelyn. You take me so well.”

Her bare breasts swayed before him temptingly. Leaning forward, he captured one turgid nipple in his mouth. Her head fell back as he sucked and nibbled on her tight little bud. He released her nipple with an audible pop.

“Now ride me. Make me come, Evelyn.”

He allowed her to take the lead. Her palms pressed into his shoulders as she found her balance and she slowly lifted, her tight channel stroking him. His flesh pulsed within her heat. She rotated her hips and lowered her body. It took her a few tries to find a rhythm. She worked slowly and her expression changed with each discovered pleasure her movements elicited.

Water rippled and gently sloshed around them. She moaned when she discovered if she arched her pelvis forward she could drag her clit across his lower abdomen.

“Uh-uh,” Lucian warned. “You’re not to make yourself come.” When she paused and looked at him in confusion, he explained, “Your pleasure’s mine to give. You don’t take it without my permission.”

Her lips formed the sweetest little petulant pout. “Who says?”

“I say.”

Her mouth opened to argue, but he swept up and kissed away her protests. As her motions became surer, she became lost in the experience. Her throat worked as her neck elongated. Her hair formed an auburn cloud behind her slender shoulders, the ends swirling over the surface of the water. She was as enchanting as a mermaid. With every gesticulation of her body she learned a bit more about her sexuality.

All that was needed was one hard thrust and he could come, but he held off, wanting her to take this time to become comfortable with their coupling. It was important that she learn her own body’s likes and dislikes as well as his own.

Her skin prickled with goose bumps. The water had cooled substantially from the time they first climbed into the tub. “Hop up. I want to turn you so I’m behind you.”

“But . . .”

“Shh, do as I say.”

She pouted, but obliged. Good girl.

With their combined maneuvering she settled back on his length, now facing away from him. Holding her breasts and pulling her damp back to his front, he guided her up and down. Lucian scooted lower, angling himself into her and reached for the hand held showerhead. He turned on the faucet and adjusted the temperature of the water.

She had lost a bit of her rhythm in the new position. Once the lever turned, water flowed from the shower massager. Setting the dial to pulse he lowered it under the water. His hand went to her belly and anchored her back to his chest. Sliding lower, he splayed his fingers over her pussy lips, exposing the little bud of her clit.

The moment he directed the flow of water to her clit she jerked in his arms. “Stay put.” His arm tightened over her as he fit the fast pulsing flow over her bud.

“Lucian! It’s too much!”

Her knees trembled and her cunt locked down on his cock hard. Her cries echoed off the tiled walls as she came, her channel gripping him like a hot vise. Relentlessly, he continued to torture her hard, little clit. Every part of her came alive. The muscles in her ass tightened over his hips. Her legs trembled and her entire body quaked.