Wall Street Titan (Wall Street Titan #1) - Anna Zaires Page 0,57
I look up, I see her staring at my rapidly hardening cock. “You can… come in if you want.”
Oh, I want. Stepping into the tub, I pull the curtain closed, angle the showerhead so the spray is not blasting us, and take the body wash bottle from her nerveless fingers. “Here, let me.”
She blinks up at me, uncomprehending.
“I want to wash you,” I explain, pouring the liquid into my palm before setting the bottle down in the corner of the tub. “Turn around.”
She obeys, and I spread the lather over her pale shoulders, then run my hands over the soft skin of her back, my heart rate speeding up with growing arousal. She has the sexiest dimples at the base of her spine, where her tiny waist flares into a deliciously full ass. My hands slide down to wash those soft, round globes, and I can’t stop myself from squeezing them possessively.
Mine.
This sweet little ass is now mine, as is every other scrumptious part of her.
It’s an utterly atavistic thought—fucking a woman doesn’t mean you own her—but I can’t squash it. It’s a conviction that goes down to the bone.
Emma is now mine. I’ve staked a claim on her, and I’m not backing off.
The tub we’re in is cramped, especially for someone my size, but I manage to kneel behind her as I spread the soap down her legs, my dick stiffening further as her calf muscles flex at my touch. That delicious ass of hers is now closer to my eye level, and my mouth waters with the urge to bite that creamy, supple flesh, to sink my teeth into it as if it were an apple.
“Turn around.” My voice is so hoarse with lust I barely recognize it. I don’t understand what’s happening to me, why I’m feeling this overwhelming need to mark her, to brand her as belonging to me. I’ve never had the slightest urge to hurt a woman, but something dark in me—something I didn’t know was there—likes the idea of marring her pale skin, of seeing signs of my possession on her smooth flesh.
Suppressing the bizarrely sadistic inclination, I wait for her to turn, and when she does, I grip her hips and pull her toward me. Even with my legs folded flat underneath me, I’m too tall—or she’s too short—for me to reach my goal. So I lift her leg, hiking it up until she’s balancing on her toes, holding on to the tiled wall for support, and then I lean back until her pussy is right over my face.
Her gray eyes are wide as she stares down at me. “What are you—” she starts, but I’m already diving into my feast, lapping at her pink folds like I can’t get enough. And I can’t. It’s like her flavor has been created specifically for me. I need to taste her, to feel her soft, slick flesh under my tongue.
She cries out, her leg tensing in my grip as I get to her clit, and I taste her arousal as more slickness rushes forth to coat her entrance.
She wants me.
Fuck, yes, she wants me.
Forgetting all restraint, I eat her pussy, spurred on by the erotic cries and moans emanating from her throat. She’s as sweet as I’d imagined, her flesh silky-soft under my tongue. Her clit is swollen from my previous ministrations, and I suck on it, feeling her thigh quiver with each pull of my lips. More delicious slickness coats my tongue, and I use my free hand to penetrate her with two fingers, pressing my fingertips against the spongy G-spot on her inner wall.
Her cries escalate, her whole body shaking now, and I feel the precise moment when it happens. Her muscles clench on my fingers, and a violent tremor runs through her. I ease up on the sucking in favor of licking her gently as she shudders with the aftershocks, and then I withdraw my fingers, lower her leg, and return to a kneeling position in front of her.
She sways a little, as if weak from her orgasm, and I grip her hips to steady her as I rise to my feet, turning so that she’s back under the shower spray. The taste of her is on my lips, and my dick is so stiff it hurts. But I don’t have a condom handy, and she might be sore from our first fucking, so I force myself to release her and wrap my fingers around my cock instead.