He tucked her fingers into the knot keeping the towel in place around his hips and gave her a daring smile. “Why don’t you take off my towel and find out for yourself just how interested I am.”
Her tongue skimmed along her bottom lip, and Jesus Christ, his dick pulsed, craving the feel of her soft mouth wrapped around his shaft as she sucked the length deep into her throat. More blood rushed to his groin, stretching his cock tight. If she didn’t follow through, he was going to have to take another shower, this one ice cold, or else he’d never sleep tonight.
“So, what’s it going to be, baby?” he murmured seductively as he toyed with the thin strap of her nightie, so damn tempted to push it off her shoulder so he could see her bare breasts. “Towel . . . or no towel?”
She gave him a brazen smile and tugged on the knot, releasing the swath of terry material, which promptly fell to the floor at his feet, leaving him completely naked. “No towel,” she whispered, and trailed her fingers lower, until they curled around his thick shaft and she stroked him in her fist.
With a guttural groan, he leaned against the wall next to the bathroom, and she stepped closer. She dipped her head, placing a warm, damp kiss on his collarbone, then continued stringing more of them across his chest and along his taut stomach. She settled on her knees in front of him, still holding his dick nice and snug in her hand, and he glanced down, watching as her pretty pink lips parted over the head of his cock, then slid all the way down to the base before she hollowed her cheeks and sucked her way back up to the tip.
His entire body shuddered with pleasure and need. Instinctively, he buried his hands in her hair, tipped his head back against the wall, and selfishly enjoyed the wet, suctioning heat of her mouth working the length of his dick, loving the way she moaned her own appreciation around his cock, how she swiped her tongue over the weeping slit before going back for more.
He hadn’t expected her to go down on him, but fuck . . . for as amazing as her mouth felt, there was no way he was coming down her throat before he’d even had the chance to experience the silken heat of her pussy around his shaft. He tugged her back up to her feet and easily maneuvered her so that their positions were switched and she now had her back up against the wall.
She stared at him in surprise through dark, hazy blue eyes. Her face was flushed with desire, her lips swollen from sucking his dick, and as he held her gaze, he slipped his fingers beneath both straps of her lingerie and pulled them down her arms until the entire nightie drifted its way down to her feet and her breasts were bared to his gaze.
He didn’t hesitate to put his hands on them, squeezing the soft flesh and lightly pinching her stiff nipples until she whimpered and squirmed. Wanting to enjoy every inch of her, he dipped his head and kissed her neck, nuzzling his way down her throat. Her hands shot up, twisting in his hair, tugging on the strands . . . not to pull him away but to hold him closer . . . as if he was going anywhere.
By the time he reached her full, generous tits, his mouth was watering for a taste, and he didn’t deny himself. He latched on to a nipple, sucking gently, laving his tongue over and around the bead of flesh before scraping his teeth across the tip, while his other hand worked the opposite breast, pinching, teasing, and rolling the nipple between his fingers.
The softest, sexiest sounds fell from her lips, and she arched her back against the wall as he kissed his way down her stomach, his hands tracing the indentation of her waist and the lush curves of her hips. He knelt in front of her, his eyes on the sweet, pink lace panties she wore that looked like sexy booty shorts . . . instead of the soft, white cotton he’d expected. Not that he was complaining.
He sat back on his heels and looked up at her flushed, aroused face with a smile. “Face the wall for a sec,” he ordered gently, because there was something specific he was dying to see and put his hands on.
He saw the reluctance in her eyes and refused to let modesty get in the way of his request. “Don’t go all shy on me now, baby. I want to see your perfect ass covered in this pretty lace you wore just for me.”
She did as he asked, resting her arms on the wall with her feet slightly apart as her back curved just enough to jut her hips out in a perfect fucking position. Jesus, between the provocative angle of her bottom and her hair spilling down her bare back and that delicate lace riding high on her ass cheeks, it was all he could do not to stand back up and take her from behind right then and there.