Page 89 of Enticing Her Love

She grabbed the front of his hoodie, tugging him into a kiss that quickly turned urgent and greedy. He toed off his shoes, and they stripped each other bare between feverish kisses. He turned on the shower and returned his glorious mouth to hers. When steam floated out the open shower doors, they stepped beneath the warm spray, devouring each other with renewed fervor. Anticipation billowed inside her as their hands roamed over their slick flesh. He lowered his mouth to her breast, his other hand teasing between her legs, sending scintillating sensations through her core. She wrapped her fingers around his cock, earning a sexy growl. He teased her until she was panting, her thoughts fragmenting.

“I need my mouth on you.” He sank to his knees and pushed her legs apart, holding her open as he feasted on her. Her back hit the tile, and she grabbed his hair with both hands, riding his mouth, her hungry moans echoing around them. He knew exactly how to make her come. He was a master at it, and she was just as hungry for him. It didn’t take long before she was hanging on by a thread. When he took her clit between his teeth, she lost it, crying out as her hips shot forward. He continued feasting on her and slid two fingers inside her, stroking that other sensitive spot, taking her to new heights, magnifying every pulse of her orgasm.

When she finally came down from the high, she was breathless, but managed to say, “My turn.” She fisted his thick shaft and wasted no time, lowering her mouth over his cock, taking him in deep.

“Aw, fuck, baby. I love your mouth.” She stroked and sucked and hummed around his length, until his entire body flexed. “Sutton, I’m not going to last if you keep doing that.” She slowed her pace, not wanting their fun to end. His eyes blazed into her. “Where’s your toy, babe?” His gaze moved over the shelf.

Her nerves flared as she pushed to her feet. “It’s…the rose.”

His brows slanted as he reached for the rubber rose and looked it over. “This is different.”

“It licks.” Her cheeks burned as she turned it on, and the tongue at the center of the rose petals began flicking. Just seeing that toy in his big, rough hand, and his wicked grin, made her ache with anticipation. She pressed the button again, speeding up the licking action.

“Damn.”

She grinned. “Jealous?”

“We both know my tongue is better.” He threaded his hand into her hair, drawing her into a smoldering kiss that was as tender as it was possessive. His fingers tightened in her hair, and she felt the rose touch the apex of her sex, sending a zing of electricity through her. She clung to him as he found the spot that made it hard to think. “Is this what you use when you think of me?” His voice was low and demanding.

“Yes,” she confessed.

He pressed it a little harder on her clit, and she sucked in a breath. His eyes narrowed. “Did you use it thinking about me before we went to the rainforest?”

She panted without answering, her entire body trembling with need. He removed the toy from her clit, and the breath rushed from her lungs. “Flynn, please.”

“Tell me, sweetheart. Did you pretend it was me licking your pussy before we got together?”

“Yes. Every time. It was always you.”

He took her hand and moved it to the head of his cock, rubbing her fingers over the bead of liquid at the tip. “Feel what knowing that does to me.”

“I’d rather taste it.” She dipped her head and sucked the broad crown.

He hissed out a curse and tugged her back up by her hair, crushing his mouth to hers in a punishingly hard kiss as the rose touched her neediest nerves. His tongue plunged, fucking her mouth as he applied more pressure on that flicking rubber tongue, sending the world spinning away. He swallowed her cries, continuing his masterful seduction through the very last pulse of her climax. Then he drew back with a predatory gaze that made her entire body want to be owned by him.

He turned her around. “Bend at the waist and put your hands on the wall, beautiful.”

The endearment was soft, but there was no mistaking who was in control. She pressed her palms to the wet tile, her inner muscles clenching with need. He ran his hand over one ass cheek. “Hold on tight, sexy girl.” He teased his cock along her pussy, and he pushed the head inside her. She closed her eyes as he thrust slowly, burying himself to the hilt, and stilled. He leaned over her back, pressing a kiss to her spine as he brought the rose to her clit. “Feel good, baby?”

“God, yes.”

She tried to rock against his cock, to make him thrust again, but he grabbed her hip, stilling her. “I want you needy.” He gyrated his hips, remaining buried deep inside her. The constant flick of the tongue and the feel of his thick length hitting that magical spot inside her with every gyration sent shocks of pleasure skating through her. “I love how your pussy swells around me.”

“Flynn, please,” she panted out.

He pressed the rose tighter against her clit, while his other hand moved from her hip and caressed her ass. His fingers slid between her ass cheeks, and he teased her tightest hole. All her inner muscles clenched tight, and he gritted out, “Fuck that feels good.” He began pumping his hips, still teasing her with the rose and with his finger on her other hole. The feel of the water raining down her back, sliding between her ass cheeks, the rose licking her clit, and his cock stroking that hidden spot, had her standing on the edge of a cliff, breathless and greedy for more.

Her head dipped between her shoulders. “Feels so good, Flynn.”

She rocked back with his every thrust, wanting him to take more of her. Craving what she’d never had. He pressed his finger harder against that tight entrance, rubbing, teasing, until she was out of her mind with need. When his finger breached the tight rim of muscles, pleasure surged through her. “Ohgodyes. Don’t stop.” She clawed at the wall, moans streaming from her lips as his finger pumped into her ass. She felt like a bundle of live wires.

“You’re so fucking sexy. You like it when I fuck you everywhere, baby?”

“Yes. Harder,” she pleaded.

He fucked her harder and faster with his finger and his cock, while the rose worked its magic. Pleasure chased down her limbs, through her torso, all the way to her fingers and toes, hurtling her into oblivion. She cried out, bucking and moaning, ravaged by overwhelming sensations. Then she was soaring, enveloped in pleasure so all consuming, she was sure she’d died and gone to heaven.

When she finally started coming down from the high, Flynn said, “Again.”