body, up my legs, and...between my thighs. I gasped at the stroke of a stream along my folds yet resisted the urge to close my legs as pleasure rolled through me in a thick swell of heat.
“Touching you is like strumming strings of a guitar or stroking piano keys.” Zeph’s voice sounded low and uncharacteristically raspy. Something hard pressed against my back—his erection, I realized, with a thrill rushing through my body. “My touch creates resonance in you. I can sense it.”
He stroked my breasts with his hands, spreading the soapy bubbles along my skin and rubbing my nipples covered with the slippery foam.
“Oh God...” I exhaled sharply, arching my back from another charge of heat shooting straight from my chest to my lower belly.
No man had ever come close to making me orgasm, yet I was fairly certain Zeph was about to change that.
The persistent jet of water between my legs grew stronger. The pulsating pressure from it swirled around that one spot where I needed it the most, not quite reaching it.
Pleasure skirted around, building up, ebbing and rising, but not cresting yet.
I reached down with my hand, desperately needing more contact. Even the potential mortification of touching myself in the presence of another person couldn’t stop me.
Zeph quickly circled my wrist with his fingers, lifting my hand out of the water.
“The song is not over yet, Ivy,” he whispered into my ear, as I arched my back gyrating my hips in search of more pressure from that wonderful water jet, my head rolling on his shoulder. “The build-up is too beautiful to end it yet.”
“Zeph...please,” was all I could manage through my moans as my breathing shuddered. Both of my hands were now in his grip, preventing me from doing anything about the throbbing need between my legs.
The water churned around me, massaging my body. Need and pleasure rolled through me. I writhed in his lap, gasping and moaning wildly.
He brushed his lips along the side of my neck. “Now,” he murmured against my skin. “Crescendo. Come for me, Ivy.”
The jet suddenly pulsed higher, the pressure directed exactly where I wanted it, finally releasing the pleasure and setting off a mind-blinding orgasm.
I whimpered, nearly doubling in half under the onslaught of ecstasy, my inner muscles pulsing. Bliss I never knew was possible rolled through me.
Releasing my wrists, Zeph hugged me to him with one arm, slipping the other hand where the water jet had just been.
“Just like that,” he whispered softly, working me with his fingers to reap every last shudder of the longest orgasm I’d ever had.
I lay in the soapy water, my head on his shoulder, his arm around my middle holding me to him. Covering his hand with mine, I laced my fingers with his.
“I’ve never thought sex could be like this, Zeph...” I breathed. “Beautiful and intense. Like music.”
ONLY AFTER ZEPH HAD wrapped me in one of the fluffy, navy-blue towels from the bench and carried me to the bed behind the silk screen, did I remember that mine was the only orgasm that had happened that night.
I recalled the sensation of his rock-hard erection pressing urgently against my backside as I writhed in pleasure. Yet he never acted on it, although we had stayed in the tub, talking until the water started to cool off.
“What do you eat for breakfast?” He tucked the grey-blue comforter around me.
He certainly didn’t look like he cared about getting his own pleasure tonight. I had no idea if I should worry about that or approach it in any way at all.
“Breakfast?” I blinked as sleep started to tug at me. My eyelids felt heavier by the minute. “Coffee and cereal, mostly. A cinnamon bun on special occasions. Why?”
“I want to know,” he said softly, kissing my face. “Sleep, Ivy. I’ll be right back.”
He exited through a door with opal glass, which I assumed led to his bathroom.
The sky outside the window paled with the early sunrise. After a few days in Paris, I believed I had successfully gotten over the jetlag. What Zeph did to my body tonight, however, drained me of energy. Besides, we had nearly stayed up the entire night, and I felt extremely tired, now.
I didn’t remember Zeph returning from the bathroom. By the time he came to bed, I was already asleep, and by the time I woke up, it was bright and sunny.
The sweet scent of cinnamon wafted through the room flooded with sunshine that the silk screen couldn’t block.
I stretched