Extreme Close-Up (Perspectives Book 1) by Julie Jaret Page A

five minutes it took him to get there. His sandy hair was windblown, and his snug t-shirt emphasized his sculpted chest and lean waist. Well-worn jeans hugged his thighs and the conspicuous bulge of his crotch. The sexy, woodsy male scent of him made her mouth water. As soon as he had closed the door behind him, she pressed him back against it with her hands on his hard stomach.
    “I take it you’re not mad at me for making you do that,” he rumbled down at her, flashing a lust-inducing dimple.
    “Not mad. Thank you,” she said, licking and nibbling his lips.
    “Mm... you’re welcome, beautiful.” He slanted his mouth over hers. When he deepened the kiss, she pulled away, tugging his hand so he would follow her down the hall.
    In the bedroom, she tossed her blouse on a chair and shimmied out of her jeans. He leaned in the doorway, watching with hot eyes as she unfastened the front hook of her bra and let her breasts spill out. She turned away from him and bent, slowly dragging her panties down her legs. From the low groan behind her, she knew he was looking at her puffy, wet folds. Steam billowed from the bathroom when she pushed open the door. “I’m ready for that shower, now,” she said huskily.
    He came in and closed the door as she stepped under the water. She squirted jasmine-scented body wash in her hands, and soaped her breasts and belly without ever looking away from him. The hunger on his face fed her soul. His eyes devoured her and he didn’t blink once as he pulled his shirt over his head and kicked off his jeans. Cold air further tightened her already-hard nipples when he opened the glass enclosure and joined her under the spray.
    His wet mouth was possibly the most delicious thing she’d ever tasted. His wet body was definitely the most perfect thing she’d ever touched.
    He took her soapy breasts in his big hands, lifting and pressing them together, tugging her slick nipples between his fingers. She drizzled body wash down her chest and he made good use of it, thoroughly covering her in slippery bubbles.
    “God, you’ve got gorgeous tits,” he murmured. She felt her clit swell as if he were working it with a phantom third hand.
    His erection nudged her belly. She poured body wash into her palm and smoothed it up and down his rigid cock, watching the lather build as he grew even harder with each sudsy stroke. When she switched on the hand-held shower head, he gave her a quizzical look.
    The twinkle in her big brown eyes accompanied an impish smile. “I want to suck you, but I don’t think that warrants having my mouth washed out with soap.” She went to her knees and ran the spray over the thick length in her hand, rinsing him clean.
    He rubbed a wet thumb across her lips and pushed it between them, grunting a little when she sucked on it before he withdrew. “Yeah, I like your dirty mouth just the way it is.”
    She brought his penis to her lips and swirled her tongue around the crown, licking the water off. Before she could take him deeper, he peeled her tight fingers from him and took his cock in hand, tracing her lips with the plump, rosy head.
    “Just your mouth.”
    Her tongue darted out and caught a taste of him before he moved out of reach. “You overestimate me if you think I can keep my hands off you.”
    “Well find something else to do with them, ‘cause I’m gonna feed you my cock.”
    The words made her pussy clench and she purred like a tiger cub. She clasped her hands at her back and dutifully opened her mouth to receive him. Even with the shower raining down on her ass, she could feel her slick arousal on her inner thighs.
    True to his word, he held his cock to her parted lips and pressed inside. “Look at you... Jesus, you’re so fucking hot.” He fed himself to her slowly, two inches forward, one inch back, until he bumped the back of her throat. She arched her back and rubbed her breasts against him, enjoying the way the light brown hair on his thighs abraded her