Hot damn—my husband had the best dick on Earth. I couldn’t lose focus, though. I tore my eyes off one of my favorite parts of him and met his gaze. “I need to shave… all the important places.” I should have had a wax done before we left. If only there was time.
Joey waggled his brows. “Will I get to see the final results?”
“Only if you’re good.”
“What if I want to be naughty?”
A shiver danced down my spine. One he noticed that made his fists curl into the covers of the bedding. The shower could wait. He hadn’t seemed to mind the hair I was growing everywhere.
“How naughty are we talking?” And dear God, when did my voice turn that… husky?
Joey’s eyes narrowed and he licked his bottom lip slowly before pulling it into his mouth. “Go shower and after we’ve both cleaned up, I’ll show you how filthy we can get.”
My knees almost buckled, but I made it to the bathroom, overheated and wet before I ever stepped foot into the hot water from the shower’s spray.
That man—he was deadly.
“Damn you,” I rasped.
Joey hadn’t been kidding. As soon as he got out of the shower and dried off, he dropped the towel and lunged straight for me.
I’d been at the windows, my back to him although I’d caught sight of his naked reflection in the window right before he grabbed my waist. I was tossed into the air, limbs spread wide on the bed and Joey didn’t give me a moment to move before his mouth was at my sex.
Gone were the tender, quiet moments of exploration like this morning. Joey dropped to his knees, grabbed my hips and yanked me to the edge of the bed, devouring me like he hadn’t been eating me every day for a week now.
I was so close, my hands fisted into the covers beneath me where he’d commanded I leave them. His arm was braced over my hips, pressing me to the bed. I could do nothing but take his mouth driving me to the brink of insanity and two of his fingers shoved deep inside of me, fucking me slow but hard with every thrust, twisting them in a way that made me squirm beneath them.
I was so damn close. My body was electrified. Nerves were on fire when he pulled back and stood.
Naked, his dick rising up to his stomach, he took himself in hand.
“You hurt your husband’s feelings earlier.” He feigned a pout that would have had me rolling my eyes if I wasn’t considering all the ways to currently murder him.
“What?”
“I wanted to watch you shower.”
“You can do it now. Just please… finish this.” I reached down, removed my hands from the covers and ran a finger over my slit. “Holy shit,” I groaned.
I was drenched.
He smacked my hand away. “That’s mine. And I told you to keep your hands on the bed.”
“You’re cruel. A sadistic bastard, you know that?”
But hot damn, why was his bossiness making my sex pulse and throb with need? “I want to taste you too.” I licked my lips, mouth gone dry at the sight of his hard dick, proud, so thick, sticking straight out from him.
He tilted his head to the side and smirked. “Do you?”
“Yes. Please.” Who was this woman I was becoming? I couldn’t remember ever begging for sex, or to give a blow job. Yeah, I liked sex, even liked taking the time to pleasure a man. But this desperate need? Never.
“On your knees then, facing me.”
A shiver whipped down my spine, making my fingertips tingle. Hot damn, this bossy side of him did crazy things to my body.
I listened, dragging my body to the center of the bed and I lifted up on my knees. “Like this?”
He stood still, all that naked and hard flesh on display for me, driving me insane with lust, but his expression wasn’t faring that much better. I drifted my own hand over my breasts, down my stomach, and I was about to reach my slit when Joey arched a brow.
“Didn’t I just tell you not to do that?”
“Technically, you said it was yours.” I dipped a finger inside, lips parting on a whimper as I felt my own heat and need. “So take it.”
A feral gleam reached his eyes before he pounced. He moved so quickly, adjusted us so I was arching over him, and he yanked me down to his mouth with one hand while his other went to my shoulder blades and pushed me forward.
I collapsed onto the bed, my hands hitting right outside his hips to brace myself and then everything I was lusting after was right there, in front of me.
I took him into my mouth right as he speared me with his tongue and both of us elicited groans so deep and loud they might have been illegal in at least thirteen countries. My thighs were already shaking and my spine shook with desire as I took him deeper, wrapped a hand around his base and tried—oh, I tried so hard to stay still while he devoured me, but it was useless.
As soon as Joey got his mouth on me, my body was primed and ready for the finale.
He added fingers and I swallowed him as deep as I could, until he bumped the back of my throat and I tried to open to take him further but with him driving me absolutely mindless, his finger at my clit, his mouth on me, his tongue driving me absolutely insane, focusing on him was useless. My orgasm hit me so fast, took me by surprise, I tore my mouth off him to cry out, my body shaking as I came, dripped juices down my thighs, mixed with Joey’s mouth. All I could do was dig into the mattress covers beneath me until the first edges of the powerful climax began to recede.
“Shit,” I gasped, my body alive and sated, and yet still, there was more. A pulse deep beneath me that craved more of this, his attention and his strokes and the way he worked me so expertly.
I was just starting to come down, and I settled my mouth at his tip, licking him, wanting to make it as good for him as he did me, when his thumb brushed through my slit, and then… up to the rear of my creases until he hit me there.
I jumped, startled, and looked at him over my shoulder.
“You ever?”
“No.” And holy shit, who had stolen my voice and replaced it with some husky, porn star voice.
He pressed again, gently but firmly and shoots of excitement spread outward.
“Oh…”
My eyes flared wide at the sensation.
“Do you want to try it?” As he asked, he licked his lips. He wanted this. But he was patient, waiting, even as he teased me there before gathering more moisture and slowly sliding his thumb back to my other hole.
Did I? The sensations he was creating scrambled my brain.
He pulled back. “It’s okay—”
“Yes,” I gasped. I wanted it. Him. In all the ways and everywhere. Hell, I could trust him with this. “I do want it.”
As soon as I gave him my answer, he grabbed my hips, yanked me back toward him. He shoved his tongue into my sex, making me cry out. My fingernails dug into his thighs, making him grunt and I lost total concentration on his dick as he trailed his tongue up my crease, toward the back, and then his tongue was there.
“Oh my God!”
It was wet. Strange. And yet as he prodded my hole back there, it felt so damn amazing I wasn’t sure if I should jump off him or suffocate the poor man.
“I need you lubed,” he muttered, and dragged his finger down to my opening, gathered the juices running down my thighs and then one finger brushed over the tightly puckered ring.