“No,” he said. “Not yet.”
I lay back, my head on his chest, listening to his breathing and to the music on the stereo. I closed my eyes, not moving. I wanted him to take me, to erase my embarrassment about what had just happened, to demonstrate that I was still attractive. It wasn’t rational, and I knew it wasn’t the healthiest thing ever. But that’s what I wanted. I forced myself to relax, to ignore the throbbing of my pussy, to focus on the warmth of the water. I needed to avoid thinking about having his cock inside me.
I felt Blaze stir, reaching for a bath sponge and bringing it slowly down my arms, first one then the other. His breath was on my ear, and I inhaled sharply as he brushed the sponge over the tops of my mounds, then pushed it into the water, circling my breasts. He touched his hand to my nipples, and they hardened. I moaned softly, my pussy beginning to tingle in the warmth of the water. I could feel him beneath me, hard, and I wanted him inside me.
Blaze slid the bath sponge down my stomach, between my legs, and I groaned, pushing my head back against him. He nuzzled my neck, kissing me gently, the hairs on the back of my neck standing up in response to his touch. He let go of the bath sponge, cupping my breasts in his hands, and I reached down for his cock, but he moved my hand.
“Not yet,” he said. “Wait.”
He slid his finger between my legs, finding my clit, teasing me, his touch gentler than I’d expect from a biker. I rested my head on him, gasping as he slid his finger between my folds, gently teasing my opening before slipping it inside. I savored the sensation, but wanted him inside me. I needed more, even as he stroked the most sensitive spot inside me. His thumb swirled around my nipple, circling it, sending shivers up my spine.
“Oh, God.” I choked out the words. “I want you. Please.”
“Not yet.” He stroked me inside with his finger, then slid his other hand to my clit, his finger pressing against it as he brought me to the verge.
“No, I want to come with you,” I protested weakly, even though I was starting to not care. I could feel myself, swollen around him, and I wanted to come.
“You will,” he whispered. “But come for me now.” He stroked me faster, and hearing him tell me to come triggered my climax. When I came down, I turned to look at him, his features etched with desire. I kissed him, softly at first, then more passionately.
“Come on,” he said, pulling me up.
“Wait, don’t you want to?” I asked.
“Not here.” He stepped out of the tub, water rolling down his body where it started to pool on the floor, and dried himself with a towel. “Wait a second,” he said as he finished. I was content to stay right there watching him; he was beautiful in his nakedness.
“Come here.” He helped me out of the tub, and I shivered as the cool air hit my body. I stood still, almost in a trance, as Blaze patted my body with the fluffy towel, making his way from my shoulders down to my feet, like he had all the time in the world. He lingered, the softness of the fabric dragging over my skin. It was strange how he made drying me with a towel such an erotic experience.
Setting the towel aside, he knelt at my feet and began kissing me, making his way up my body from my ankles to my calves, then to my thighs, lingering, brushing against my bikini area. I could hear him inhale deeply, his face near my pussy, and the sound made me want him more.
Blaze grabbed my butt cheeks in his hands, pulling me toward his face, covering me with kisses. I groaned weakly, my clit still throbbing from the orgasm I’d just had. He looked at me, eyes big, expression filled with lust, and then pulled back from me.
He grabbed my ass cheeks, carrying me to the bed and throwing me on my back, kissing down the length of my body. He enveloped my breast with his mouth, his tongue circling around my areola. I arched my back, pushing toward him, wanting him to take all of me.
“Condom?” he whispered.
“In the pocket of my jeans. Over there.” I nodded toward the balled up clothes on the floor, and he jumped up, rolling the condom on quickly, barely breaking his stride as he returned to where he’d been on top of me. Where he belonged. I pushed the thought out of my head. Where he belonged for right now, Dani. This was a one night stand with a biker, nothing more.
Blaze kissed me gently, his hand caressing my breast as his tongue darted inside my mouth, and then he was inside me, filling me up like he had before. I arched my hips toward him, rising to meet him as he thrust, and we found a slow rhythm, moving together as one. He looked at me and I turned away from him, the intimacy of the eye contact too much for a one night stand.
“Dani,” he whispered. I moaned at the sound of him saying my name. I couldn't think of anything except him. I wanted him, all of him, his hardness as he pulled in and out of me, his hand on my breasts, his fingers in my hair, pulling, yanking it up from the roots. I felt that feeling rush through my body, surging through me, the buildup that signaled my climax was near.
Blaze leaned down, taking my nipple in his mouth, and I knew I was done for as soon as he put his mouth on me. He thrust inside me, his rhythm faster as he sucked my breast, and I groaned, pulling his hair.
“Yes, please, yes.”
He fucked me, harder, and I felt his teeth graze my nipple, sending me closer to the edge.
“Dani,” he moaned.
“Fuck me,” I ordered. I could feel my pussy throbbing around him, begging for his release inside me. Begging for all of him.
Blaze groaned loudly, thrusting inside me like an animal. There was no gentleness anymore, no politeness, no treating me with kid gloves because of what had just happened with Billy. We fucked each other like we had on the car, not caring about anything except our own pleasure. I felt myself rising higher and higher, riding the wave of my orgasm until I crashed hard, falling over the edge. I heard myself scream as it worked its way through my entire body.