“Take off your shirt,” he said, as his fist moved slowly up and down. “Let me see you.”
Keeping her eyes on him, she took it off. At his rough intake of breath, she grew bolder and undid the front clasp of her bra and let it slide down her arms and fall.
“Jesus.”
“I want to see you come, Justin,” Vanessa said, her mouth dry. She couldn’t believe how brazen she was—completely out of character. But it was so freeing to watch him hard like this for her.
His ass tightened as he pumped into his fist, his eyes on her. “Play with your tits,” he said, his voice rough. “Imagine it’s my hands on you. Now.”
She cupped her bare breasts. They were fuller than before and more sensitive. She grazed the pointed nubs with her thumbs and gasped as an electric sensation shot through her, leaving her tingling all over. She pressed her legs together, feeling the aching emptiness there.
“Fondle them the way I would,” he said, his thrusts faster now.
Swallowing hard, she remembered the way he liked to play with her breasts, shaping them, testing their softness and teasing their tips until she moaned and writhed underneath him. It felt ten times naughtier to do it to herself while Justin watched. Her hands were softer and smaller than Justin’s, but the effect was the same. Maybe it was the intensity of his gaze as it followed her hands; she felt branded to the core.
“Slip your hand inside your panties and play with yourself. Put your fingers inside yourself and pretend it’s my cock fucking you.”
Beyond caring now, she did as he asked. Her clit was so wet and swollen, and she was so primed it was easy to slip two fingers in. He cursed and whispered dark encouragements. “Yes, baby, that’s it. Make yourself feel so fucking good.”
She watched him through slitted eyes. He was close, she could tell. But he was holding back, his formidable control not letting him go. The plump head peeked out every time his fist pumped, and she licked her lips at how it glistened.
“God, I wish I was doing this with your cock in my mouth,” she said.
Justin’s face twisted as his control shattered. He shouted as he ejaculated in a long, ropey spurt. She watched it, absolutely mesmerized at the way pleasure tightened his face. His hand on the wall fisted, and he rested his head against the foggy glass, his eyes on her.
A moment later, he straightened and turned off the water. The glass door opened, and he came out, water beaded on his skin. “You haven’t come yet.”
“No.” Her hand was still between her legs, but she hadn’t done anything to push herself over the edge. She’d been too enthralled by his performance.
He pulled her up, getting water on her bare torso. She moaned as his chest rubbed against her nipples. It was incredible to have him on her like this. He unbuckled her shorts and dragged them and her underwear off in one impatient movement. He took her wrist and brought her wet hand to his mouth and sucked the juices off her fingers. “You taste amazing.”
With a jerk, he perched her at the edge of the double vanity. The marble was cold against her heated skin. He dropped to his knees before her and inhaled her scent. “I can never get enough of you.”
He pushed her thighs wide and breathed gently over the slick, pink flesh. “You’re too damn hot.” He buried his face between her legs and feasted on her, his mouth ravenous. Pleasure spread through her, and her toes curled. She threw her head back, her fingers buried in his wet hair. The man was irresistible, his lips and tongue and teeth always knowing exactly what she needed the most.
Ecstasy coiled inside her, and she clenched her teeth to contain a groan. A sheen of sweat covered her, and she became desperate, so close to what she wanted.
He sucked on her clit hard, pushing three fingers inside her. The invasion was nothing like her smaller and more delicate digits.
“I’m coming,” she moaned.
His response was to pump his fingers faster and suck even harder on her clit. She screamed his name as an orgasm seared its way through her. Her nerve endings felt fried; she couldn’t have remembered her name as Justin licked and kissed her on the way back down.
“Oh wow…” She fell forward and her hands gripped his shoulders as the bathroom spun. She blinked a few times. What was that about?
“Are you okay?” he peered at her.
“I’m fine. Just a great orgasm.” She laughed, unwilling to ruin the moment. The momentary dizziness was probably nothing. “So what else are you planning to do now that you’ve showered?”
His grin was pure wickedness. “Why don’t I show you?”
* * *
Justin rolled his shoulders after replying to his marketing department’s latest proposal with a large red exclamation mark. Maybe it would’ve been easier to hire monkeys to do their job because that was about the level of deliverables coming from them. They were scared of screwing up—he got that. But he hadn’t hired them to copy what everyone else was doing.
Hopefully his response would generate the results he wanted. If not, he had no problem replacing the entire department. He’d done it once already, with another department, and he could do it again. Nobody was irreplaceable.
He plowed through the rest of the initiatives and proposals. He couldn’t wait to wrap up everything so he could fly to L.A. The previous seven weeks had been some of the best of his life. Who would’ve thought marriage would agree with him so perfectly?