Masquerade Master

Chapter 5

I felt heat pool at my core and my eyes rolled back at his words. He always found a way to make me feel so hot without even trying. Not that I was complaining. A soft moan fell from my lips and as he pressed against me small, breathy moans continued to spill as he thrust softly against my lower back right at the top of my ass.

His heat suddenly vanished and before I could turn around, he pushed my legs apart with his food and pressed one hand on my lower back.

     "Put your hands on the wall and lean forward, little dove. Arch your back.... just like that," he murmured, his voice was soft but there was an edge to it. The way he guided my body down, one hand on my middle back and the other on the curve of my hip...it was almost primal.

     "I never imagined our first time to be in the shower, though I'm not complaining," I said, laughing.

     "Oh no, I'm not taking you just yet. There is so much more than penetration, sweet thing." His words caught me off guard but just as I was about to respond, I gasped, my body tensing as I felt his tongue dive deep into my heat. The water sprayed my lower back and the water droplets trickled down, sating his thirst while I sated his hunger.

     "Oh, oh fuck..." I leaned my head against my left arm and widened my stance a bit, cementing myself to the spot in hopes my legs didn't give out beneath me. He started out slow but when he thought me well prepared, he devoured me like a mad man. From the flicks of his tongue on my clit to the expert twisting deep into my pussy, this man was a pro.

I moaned louder and louder, surprising myself with the fact that I hated how the shower drowned out my voice. I wanted the neighbors to hear hell, the whole neighborhood. It was when my moans lowered that he finally broke away for air and he placed a chaste kiss on my ass cheek.

     "Don't stop moaning, little dove. I need to hear how good I make you feel," he rasped before diving back in. I let out a small scream as he sucked harshly on my clit, using his thumbs to spread me apart so he could indulge in his feast. And feast he did.

     "Oh fuck, Alex...please don't stop! Yes, right there..." I gave into my desires; I didn't care that I was moaning like a slut. I rocked back against his tongue, semi-riding him towards my ecstasy as I mewled, panting like a bitch in heat. My legs began to shake as I felt my orgasm rise in my lower tummy and with a loud cry, it came crashing down on me. 

He lapped up everything he could take from me before he pulled away and stood up. I felt my knees buckle and he grabbed my waist, pulling me into him before I could sink to my knees.

     "Let's get you cleaned up, yeah?" I could only nod meekly as my brain remained foggy. That was how many explosive orgasms? I couldn't remember but at that moment I didn't care. I just knew I wanted more. We washed quickly and then he helped me and my wobbly legs out of the shower before we dried off and made our way back into the bedroom. I was walking towards the dresser to grab my clothes when he scooped me up from behind and gently tossed me down onto the bed.

     "Mmph! Alex! What are you doing?" I asked, giggling as I bounced lightly. He chuckled but it was deep and it was dark. There was an even sharper edge to his voice this time and it called to the twisted and erotic parts of me. The parts I buried deep down inside after my last relationship, the ones that I was anxious to let show.

     "I'm not finished with you just yet, love." He climbed onto the bed, crawling up to me before trapping me beneath him. His hands lay on either side of my head, his legs on either side of my thighs, and I reached up to run my hands over his chest. I couldn't help the cliché thoughts that flowed through my mind as I decided this was what I imagined my drop-dead gorgeous characters would look like in my books.