Page 210 of Savior
Gripping his shaft a little tighter as I work him, I kiss him back, my other hand sliding to the back of his head. Curling my fingers into his dark hair, I pull his head back with an edge of roughness that seems to stoke his fire, and deepen our kiss.
He groans with pleasure as I suck his tongue in that way that’s driven him wild, since the first time that night on the beach. His deep groan reverberates off the stone tiled walls, igniting a flame inside me as well. I break away from the kiss to keep him wanting and desperate for release, working him faster. The water gently laps in quick waves up his chest at the steady, deliberate motion.
His strong hands grip the edge of the tub, the muscles in his arms and chest ripple and flex. His head lulls back again, eyes squeezed shut. Raking his bottom lip through his teeth, his jaw slides forward as he lets out another groan. “Mmmm… Fuck, baby…”
He begins to rock his hips as I work him, his breath whispering past his lips in quickening pants as I twist and glide my fist up and down him.
“Is this good?” I ask.
“Real good, doll… so good… I’m close…” his words are meant to assure me, I know. But he keeps his eyes shut.
On an up stroke, I squeeze him tight enough to feel him pulsing in my grip, then rub the pad of my thumb in a rougher, circular motion against his frenulum.
“Fuck, Vanna!” he grunts, surprise laced with ecstasy.
It must have been an intense sensation, intense enough to push him over the edge, as his cock jerks, spurting ropes of cum into the bathwater as I work every last drop out of him. I watch the long, translucent white ribbons drift within the water. Gliding my hand up slightly higher, I press my thumb gently to the swollen glands of his head, smearing away the remaining slippery ribbons of cum, still stuck to the slit of his cock. He flinches, letting out another groan.
“Fuck, baby… I needed that.” He says on a sated sigh, relaxing back against the wall of the tub. “Thank you.”
I kiss him briskly on the lips, then make my way over to the sink to rinse off my arm and hands.
“Vanna… You okay, doll?”
Water sloshes in the tub behind me as I hear him hit the drain and get out, his wet feet padding across the tile floor. The shower turns on a moment later.
“Just tired.” I sigh, drying off with a towel. It’s true enough. I seem to consistently be teetering on the edge of exhaustion lately. And I’d rather him buy that excuse, and us just go to sleep, then delve into my insecurities, anyway. Maybe he really was thinking of our heated make-out session on the beach while his eyes were closed, and not anything, or anyone, else.
“Why don’t you join me in here? Allow me to return the favor.” He offers salaciously, running a bar of soap across his chest and abdomen as the steamy torrent of water cascades against his body.
Feigning a yawn as I bring my hand up to cover my mouth, I hope he’s convinced when I tell him, “Tempting… But I’ll take a rain check.”
