“You are spectacular,” he said in the accent that added to the wetness already trickling down my leg. “Come here.” He held out his hand, and I walked over to him. “If I do as you ask, I might get wet.”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Perhaps I should remove my clothes?”
“Yes,” I repeated.
“Do it, Rebel.”
His demanding tone of voice was nearly my undoing. Instead of removing his clothes, I wanted to rip them from his body. When I rested my hands on his chest, trying to stop them from shaking, Edge covered them with his.
“I need to know you want this, Rebel.”
“I do.” I grasped the hem of his shirt and lifted it. Edge raised his arms, and I pulled it over his head.
“Now my trousers,” he rasped.
I slid his workout pants over his hips and gasped when his erection popped free. As I’d expected when I looked at his hands and pictured his cock, it was long and thick.
“Finish,” Edge demanded as I knelt in front of him and he stepped out of his pants, leaving him naked other than his socks. I slipped each one off a
nd then, still on my knees, looked up at him. He put his hands under my arms and lifted me to my feet. “As much as I long to feel your sweet mouth on my cock, I want you so much I wouldn’t last.” He pulled me toward the bathtub. “Get in.”
As I climbed over, I felt his fingers skim my slit and had to hold on to the edge as I eased into the warm water. I sat and waited for him to join me. Instead, he picked up a bottle of body wash and squeezed some of the liquid into his hands.
“Lean forward.”
I groaned when his powerful fingers massaged my achy muscles.
“Feel good, little Rebel?”
“So good.”
As much as I wanted him to keep rubbing my back, I wanted to feel his hands all over my body more.
I looked into his eyes. “Aren’t you coming in?”
“I told you. I need to know you want this. You want it, you say it, and I’ll do it.”
“Get in.”
He smiled, and heat flashed in his eyes. “Yes, ma’am.” He pushed me forward and slid in behind me, picked up the body wash, and squeezed more into his hands, this time massaging the foaming liquid into my breasts.
“God, I love your tits,” he muttered. I could feel his hardness poking into me and shifted. “Get back here,” he said, lifting me and putting his legs together so I was seated on his lap, his cock now nestled between the cheeks of my ass.
Edge drizzled more of the body wash on my stomach and, when he set the bottle down, used his hands to spread it lower. He rested one hand on my mound and brought the other around the back of my thigh and thrust two fingers inside of me while the fingers of the other hand toyed with my clit.
If he didn’t have a strong hold on me, I would’ve thrashed the water from the tub when I violently shook with the power of my orgasm. My desire for him was sitting so close to the surface that even the lightest touch would’ve set me off. And Edge’s touch was anything but light.
“Be still,” he demanded when I tried to move from his lap. He continued to stroke me slowly, and I could feel yet another orgasm hovering. Just as I was about to explode, Edge pulled his hands away and touched my neck with his lips. “Decker has something he wants to talk to us about.”
What? I was on the edge of a mind-blowing orgasm, and he was talking about Decker? “What did you say?” I half-moaned, wanting to grab his hand and bring it back to my pussy.
“We’ll have to finish this later, little Rebel.”
“Wait. What?”
He shifted me off his lap and climbed out, taking my hand to help me stand. Did he expect me to be able to walk?