Read The Wicked Pleasures Bundle (Wicked Pleasures: Volume 1/Wicked Pleasures: Volume 2/Wicked Pleasures: Volume 3) for Free Online

breath between his groans of ecstasy.
    He comes hard.
    “Damn,” slips from my lips. 
     
    ………………………………….
     
    I hadn’t planned anything, but once I’d laid my hands on Brock’s stiff cock, I’d felt obligated to see what I could do with it.  Maybe I’ve been challenged because I had thought he was gay for so long until I had seen his cock jutting out.
    The cool water streaming out of the shower continued to cool my skin.  He remained with his hands braced on the marble behind my head his eyes squeezed shut as he fought for breath.  I wonder if he knows how sexy he looks.  In the aftermath of an orgasm that has left me trembling and I haven’t even come yet, he probably doesn’t even care.
    He opens his eyes, blinks and shakes his head.  “Wow.”
    “You liked that?”
    “Oh, yeah.”  His gaze travels down my body.  He seems almost proud of the fact.
    I smile, thinking how cute he is after an orgasm. 
    Pushing away from the wall, he turns and steps into the spray.  As he turns back to me, his hair is plastered to his head and water drips from his eyelashes.  He leans down, to retrieve the washcloth, and begins stroking it over my breasts. 
    The cotton terry moving over my nipples has never had the effect it is presently having when I used one in the past.  Then again, I’ve never lingered over the process.  And Brock is a man with a surprising talent for lingering, given how efficient he normally is.
    “You’re skin turns rosy pink when I do this.”  He re-wet the washcloth in the cool spray while rubbing lazy circles over my breast and tummy, paying special attention to my nipples.
    I sigh at the pleasure of his caress.  “I have…sensitive skin.”  This is pure heaven.
    “Am I being too rough?”
    “No…oh, no.”  I close my eyes and lean my head back against the marble.  “I—I love it.” I moan. 
    “I thought so.  Every once in a while you make this little hum deep in your throat.”
    Eyes still closed, I focus on the texture of the washcloth moving over my skin.  Then an even better tactile sensation joins the caress of the cotton terry.  He begins following the path of the washcloth with his tongue.  When he reaches my nipple, he pauses to suck on it for a while as he continues to massage the other with the cloth.
    Yes .  A burning tingle shoots straight down between my legs, nudging me closer to an orgasm.  As if reading my mind, he moves the washcloth between my thighs.
    The first stroke of the wet cloth makes me gasp and open my eyes.  I nearly came with that single touch.  I am on fire.  With a soft groan he drops the washcloth and sinks to his knees in front of me, lifting my leg and placing it on his shoulder.  With the last bit of my restraint, I manage not to beg him to hurry.
    Water pelts his head and shoulders as he hunches down, leaning in.  Then he settles his mouth right where I want it, using his tongue to part my lips, taking my hard, throbbing clit into his mouth. 
    “ Ohmygod!”
    He sucks, swirling his tongue, biting and nipping at my engorged flesh and in seconds I arch against him, my muscles spasming, screaming in ecstasy as wave upon wave tears through my grateful body.  At last.  At long last a man’s tongue has replaced a vibrator as my source of pleasure.
    “You taste so good.”
    Even more wonderful, the man in question knew instinctively what to do with his tongue.  As I start sinking back to earth, Brock zeroes in and takes me up again.  I clutch his head and call out his name.
    After presenting me with a second glorious orgasm, he rises from his knees and kisses me full on the mouth.  I wrap my arms around his slick shoulders and cling to him, dizzy with appreciation.  I become aware that he is sporting another powerful erection.  Apparently the orgasmic urge is catching. 
    He lifts his mouth from mine and gasps for air. 
    My body vibrates with aftershocks, and I feel a real obligation to return