The Burlington Manor Affair

Carmen’s emotions leveled as he paid such close attention to her. The way he looked at her with those intense blue eyes of his made her ache for him. She was glad he hadn’t let her bathe alone.

With each sweep of the sponge over her skin, she mellowed.

When she rested her head back, he set aside the sponge and massaged her shoulders, shedding more of her tension.

She sighed. “Mmm, you’re good at this.”

“I aim to please.” He smiled and stroked his hands over her breasts.

When she moaned softly in response, he brushed his thumbs over her nipples. She gripped the sides of the bath while her desire for him flared with each suggestive touch against her sensitive skin.

Their eyes locked and he rested his fingers against her pussy, paddling beneath the water. She moaned again and he eased one finger into the groove of her sex, rubbing over her clit.

“Feeling better?”

She could barely speak because his touch was so direct. “You know I am.”

“Just want to be sure.” He smiled, and continued to work her, pushing one finger inside while he rocked the heel of his hand over her clit. “Looks good,” he added.

She wanted him to want her. Latching one foot over the edge of the bath she opened her legs.

“Lovely.”

The improved access meant she was closing on orgasm, quickly.

“Rex,” she whispered when it hit, and she clung to his arm with both hands, the water splashing up around her.

He pulled the plug.

“I’m taking you to bed now.” It was softly said, but there was tautness in his posture, and she knew what he wanted.

He wrapped her in a fluffy towel and rubbed her down, then carried her to the bed.

Carmen watched him strip. His cock bounced free as he shucked off his jockey shorts. He went straight for a condom, and when it was on he climbed over her, lifting her legs apart as he did so.

Carmen’s heart raced. He was so sure, so strong, and she wanted him.

He paused and stared down at her.

She took in the image of his handsome face, the chiseled cheekbones and heavy slash of eyebrows. She breathed him in, the musk of his body filling her senses. The powerful shape of his muscled chest lured her and she stroked it with her hands, then kissed his breastbone.

Rex shifted, opened her up with his fingers, then thrust his cock deep inside her, claiming her.

“Want you so badly.” His voice was husky, and the muscles in his neck corded.

Carmen’s breath caught in her throat, her back arched as her hips rolled to meet his thrusts.

His gaze urged her on. “Why would either of us want this to end?”

Her body rode up on his vigorous thrusts, her every intimate place alight from the skin-to-skin contact and the intimacy in his words and his touches. She nodded, her arms tangling around his neck.

Rex groaned in res

ponse and his cock grew ever more rigid. He kissed her, holding her as only he could, his cock buried deep inside her where she craved him, where she would always crave him and him alone.

Breathless, mindless, she latched her hands over his shoulders as her body rolled to meet his each and every thrust.

His hands moved under her, as if he couldn’t get close enough.