Page 11 of Hunter's Baby Girl

He held me to him with one hand on my lower back. The other roamed farther down until it stroked my ass. The warmth from the water had soothed any pain I’d felt back there for now, so all I felt as his hand traveled over my slick skin was bliss. My head rolled back and forth, the spark he’d ignited in me now a fire that threatened to consume me. His hand slipped between my cheeks and grazed my sensitive, secret place. I gasped in both surprise and pleasure, the sensation foreign to me. I wanted to pull away, but his strong hand on my back held me in place. I had no choice but to give in to the blissful sensations he was bestowing on me.

He stroked one side, then the other, then between. Back and forth, again and again, his hand gliding over me. His mouth never stopping its assault on my nipples. The combination of his lips and tongue alternately sucking, then flicking, my nipples and his hand with its naughty exploration soon had me panting and begging for release.

I gripped his strong shoulders, my fingers digging into his muscles, while his hand slipped farther down until his fingers were grazing my bud. I nearly leapt from the water when he finally made contact with that burning, aching part of me. It didn’t take much time for the fire inside me to sweep completely over me.

“Yes!” I screamed, and I convulsed against him as I came. All I could do was call his name again and again as I shuddered, wracked with almost impossible pleasure.

When I came to, as it were, I was in his arms with my head on his shoulder. His hand was running up and down my back, and I heard him murmuring little assurances in my ear that everything was all right.

“Thank you,” I whispered. Then, as I had before, I asked, “What about you?”

He chuckled. I felt the breath on my ear. “Not quite yet,” he whispered. “But soon.”

Somewhere in the haze of my post-orgasmic state, I wondered what he had in mind for when the time finally came for his pleasure.