Wait For Me

Soft, slick skin meets my palm when I drag my hand along her neck and down the front of her chest.

“You’re so beautiful,” I say, moving my lips to her ear as my fingers glide over her nipple.

Nora’s head falls back, giving me access to her neck. I kiss along her wet skin, relishing the taste of her. Her body is so responsive, and when I nip playfully at the base of her neck, she pushes farther out of the water and onto her knees.

My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth as my eyes roam her naked body. She’s stunning. But it’s more than just her body. She’s funny and sweet and has the biggest heart. Her body is just icing on top of the cake.

“Touch me, Grayson.”

Fuck if that doesn’t get to me. I love that she’s not scared to ask for what she wants.

I trace her jawline with my knuckles. “I am touching you.”

Her smile is shy and vulnerable, but there’s a determined glint in her eye. When I continue to touch her face and massage the back of her neck, Nora puts her hand on top of mine and pulls it down the front of her body to her left breast. I knead the supple tissue, tweaking and pinching her nipple until she continues our descent, pushing our hands farther down her body.

There’s a quiver to her belly as we pass over it and when our fingers dip below the water, into the crevice between her legs, I stop.

Lowering my head, I hover my lips over hers. Her breath is coming in short little pants, and she arches toward me. I brush my lips against hers. When I pull away, she exhales.

“I’m afraid if I touch you there, I won’t have the strength to stop.”

“Please.” The urgency in her voice does me in. “Please, I need you to touch me.” She curls her fingers around mine and guides our hands between her legs.

I can’t see a damn thing because that part of her body is still underwater, but I can feel everything—the soft patch of curls, the slickness between her folds, and the swollen bud that grows as I swirl my finger over it.

“Yes,” she moans softly, staring into my eyes.

I circle her clit again, and when I push a finger into her pussy her body clenches around me.

“Nora.” I drop my forehead to hers as I slowly fuck her with my finger, praying I don’t come in my pants like a teenage boy when he sees a naked woman for the first time.

“That feels so good.” Her wet breasts press against my chest. My shirt is soaked, but I don’t give a damn. All I care about right now is bringing this woman as much pleasure as I can.

Nora rolls her hips, and they move faster and faster as I push her closer to the edge. I slide my finger out of her body, over her clit, and when I push back in, I add a second.

She gasps, her

eyes widening as she stretches around me. She’s too tight, too sensitive, and in the back of my mind I wonder briefly if she’s a virgin, but there’s no way. She’s sexy and perfect, and it’s impossible for me to believe a woman this seductive and beautiful hasn’t been with at least one man.

“Am I hurting you?” I whisper.

She shakes her head and urges me on. “It feels good.”

“How good? Tell me how it feels.” I’ve never been one to talk much during foreplay or sex, but Nora seems to like it, and it’s working, so I go with it.

“Tight. It’s so tight,” she breathes. “I feel full and oh, yes, right there.” Her words turn to a moan, and when her body spasms around my fingers, I cover her lips with mine.

Our tongues push and taste as she grinds her hips forward, searching for friction against my palm. I continue to stroke and tease until she sags against me.

“That was—”

“Daddy!” Emma yells. “Daddy!”

Nora’s eyes widen.

“Shit,” I hiss, rushing across the bathroom. I push the door shut just as Emma tries to open it, and quickly lock the door.

Now my heart is beating for a completely different reason. I can’t believe I forgot to lock the door. I was so consumed with lust, it didn’t even cross my mind.