Page 29 of Deep Within Me
Nice.
Zeke eased her hands from him and studied her reaction as he lathered her breasts, his thumbs dragging over her nipples.Liz’s head fell back. Several strands of hair clung to her throat, while the rest of her mane dangled over her back. Golden light rained down on them from behind the mirrored ceiling, the illumination softened further by the mist, so warm and inviting. She’d already closed her eyes and now parted her lips, looking like a woman one step shy of ecstasy.
Determined to delight her, Zeke focused on her pussy. He lathered her delicate curls, the same chestnut shade as her hair, and ran his fingers down the length of her slit.
She moaned.
A wondrous sound that told him far more than words ever could.
He washed this part of her well, too long in fact, then concentrated on her precious little clit.
Her breath stalled as he finally stroked it. For seconds, Zeke lavished his attention on her nub then ran his fingers down her delicate folds to keep her from too much arousal, not wanting her to come immediately.
She groaned.
“Something wrong?” he whispered.
“You’re not rubbing my clit… You keep missing it.”
“Do I?” Giving her no chance to answer, Zeke touched it once more, stroking, manipulating, teasing.
The delay in doing this had accomplished his goal, making her even more sensitive to his carnal touch.
Liz’s jaw tensed as she gritted her teeth. She released her weight into him and rolled her forehead over his shoulder, her body shivering as he continued to stroke her nub. Already primed for her climax, she came within seconds, huffing out her breath.
Those small bursts of air warmed his chest more than the heated water and the room’s toasty temperature. Zeke ached to experience moments like this for the rest of his days. He hopedthey’d be long. Right now, an eternity didn’t seem adequate enough. He caressed Liz far more gently than he would have liked, fearful of harming her. His desire was that acute. “Tired?”
She muttered, “Don’t you dare make me lift my arms.”
He chuckled. “I won’t.” He kissed the top of her head and her damp temple. “This time, I want you to lift your legs.”
“Oh, screw that.”
“Come on, be a good girl.”
She didn’t respond.
“Or be bad,” he joked. “In fact, I think I’d like that—”
He didn’t finish, couldn’t as Liz dropped to her knees.
Zeke grabbed her arm to break her fall—if that was what it was—but her skin was slick with water and soap, not allowing him a firm grip. His throat tightened with panic, rasping his voice. “Hey, are you all right?”
She sat back on her heels, the water bubbling around her breasts, and tilted her face to his. “What do you think?”
Zeke couldn’t answer. First, she’d stolen his breath because he thought she’d fallen from dizziness or worse. Now, she cupped his balls in one hand and cradled his cock with the other.
He inhaled sharply.
She murmured, “My turn to wash you.”
She ran her tongue up his length, tracing the prominent veins on his shaft. Zeke felt those licks clear to the top of his head and the tips of his toes. A strangled sound burst from him.
It clearly encouraged her. She swirled her tongue over his crown, pausing to explore the small slit at the top before moving to the bumpy skin on the back.
So many sensations dashed through Zeke, he made noises that sounded more animal than human.
Liz sighed contentedly then took his full length into her mouth, not stopping until the tip of her nose touched his dark curls.