He stayed with her, waited until her body relaxed, then turned off the water and tucked the shower head back in its cradle, his dick so hard it hurt.
She sagged against him, still breathing hard.
He reached for a towel, wrapped it around her, grabbed the condom case. Then, because he knew she liked it, he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bed.
* * *
Eric loweredVictoria to the bed and followed her down, settling his weight beside her, the hunger in his eyes making her breath catch. “Victoria.”
He took her mouth in an urgent kiss, and they rolled together across the bed, legs tangled, wet skin against wet skin. One big hand moved to cup and shape her breast, his thumb running lazy circles over her nipple, his erection prodding her belly. Heat shuddered through her, his touch rekindling the fire he’d just put out.
She ran her hands over the damp skin of his back and shoulders, savoring the hard feel of his muscles and the satin of his skin. Knowing what came next and eager to please him as much as he’d already pleased her, she slipped one hand between them and took hold of his cock.
He nudged his hips forward, thrusting into her grasp, the rocking motion of his body blatantly erotic. Then he withdrew his cock from her hand, whispering against her throat. “There’s time for that later.”
His words sent a pulse of excitement through her. She was used to being rushed, used to men who went straight from kissing to ramming. This felt like a luxury—lying on the bed with him, arousal on slow burn inside her once more, her body still weak from one of the most incredible orgasms of her life.
He kissed her throat, her clavicle, her breastbone, her breasts. He lavished attention on each nipple in its turn until she was senseless with pleasure. But he didn’t stop there, his mouth blazing a path along the undersides of her breasts and down her belly until it felt like her skin was on fire.
She was burning, burning for him.
He raised himself up, crawling backward to the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on hers. He got to his feet, grabbed her ankles, and pulled her slowly toward him. “Come here, honey.”
Her heart gave a hard knock when she realized what he was doing. “Oh, no, you don’t have to—”
“I want your taste in my mouth.” He kissed her ankle, his eyes looking straight into hers. “I want your scent on my skin.” He kissed her calf. “I want to make you scream.”
Speechless, she watched as he dropped to his knees between her thighs and rested her feet on his shoulders, his fingers parting her. She heard—and felt—him exhale, his breath cool against the wetness there. She let her knees fall open, fully exposed, vulnerable in a way she hadn’t been since …
Don’t think about that.
Eric seemed to like what he saw. “Jesus.”
She watched as he lowered his mouth to her and tasted her with a single, slow stroke of his tongue.
She sucked in a breath, reached for him, her fingers curling in his hair.
He moaned. “Mmm. You taste incredible.”
Then he closed his mouth over her and sucked on her clit.
She cried out, shocked by sensations almost too good to bear, her hips jerking upward on their own. Oral sex had never felt like this before.
He laughed, those blue eyes of his looking up at her as he rested an arm across her hips to hold her in place. Then he did it again. And again. And again.
“That … feels … so …good.”
It felt better than good. It felt crazy, sweet, excruciating.
He slid a finger inside her, then two, stroking her, fanning flames that were already burning out of control. She moaned, twisted, her fingers tightening in his hair. She was lost in sensation, her mind beyond conscious thought as he tasted her, teased her, tormented her with lips and tongue and fingers. She twisted, arched, holding on by a thread, her eyes squeezed shut, her body ablaze.
The flames grew brighter and brighter—and then exploded.
“Oh … God …Eric!” She heard herself cry out, white hot pleasure engulfing her, consuming her in a scorching wave of bliss.
For a time, she laid there, aware of nothing but the gentle lapping of his tongue and the cinder glow in her blood, her body floating somewhere between earth and oblivion. Never in her life had she felt so replete, so completely satisfied. She hadn’t even known pleasure on that scale was possible.
She opened her eyes for a moment and discovered that she’d thrown an arm over her face, her other hand clenched so tightly in the bedcover that she consciously had to release her fingers.