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

nipples.
    Raising her eyes, she found him watching intently. Rivulets ran over his chest and stomach, down his wrist to the hand that held his cock at Lisa’s mouth, where she sipped and sucked the water from him. She covered her teeth with her lips and gave him a long, tight stroke.
    He slid his thumb lower, and she swirled her tongue over it, then sucked it in with the rest of him. His nostrils flared and his eyes went full black. The thick shaft in her mouth was so hard, it almost didn’t feel human. With his free hand, he grabbed her wet hair.
    “Stop. I don’t want to come before you do.”
    She sucked harder, looking up at him with black-brown eyes and hollowed cheeks. When he would’ve pulled away, she grabbed his ass with both hands and held him there.
    “ God Lisa ,” he rasped. “Careful, I’m-- fuck !”
    The moment she felt him tighten she released his cock from her mouth, covered his hand with both of hers, and jacked him off until he covered her breasts in hot, white bursts.
    Panting, he sank down to the built-in bench and gave her a heated glare. “You’re gonna pay for that. When I can move again. In a few minutes.”
    “Promises, promises,” she muttered, drawing a menacing look from him. She stood under the rain shower until all visible traces of him were gone from her skin.
    “You call that clean?” he taunted.
    She grinned and soaped herself up for him again. “This thorough enough for you?” Her eyes widened when his dick began to twitch awake. Mmm... the joys of youth .
    “Guess it’ll do,” he said with a slow smile. He stood and turned on the hand-held sprayer. “You washed, I’ll rinse. Sit.”
    Lisa knew sitting was maybe not the most flattering position, but she wasn’t given much choice when he put a hand on her chest and gently pushed her down on the bench. She sat up straight with her hands on her knees as he ran the sprayer across her soapy breasts, watching millions of iridescent bubbles slide down her belly into her lap.
    He held the sprayer away and looked pointedly at the tight seam between her thighs. “Open for me.”
    She let her legs relax a little.
    “Wider.”
    She opened wider.
    “More.”
    She gave him a little more.
    Big hands gripped her knees and shoved them apart. “There. Stay.” He licked his lips as his gaze slid over her exposed pussy.
    Lisa thought she could probably come with nothing but his eyes on her.
    But she forgot that thought and all others when he flicked the spray over her swollen cunt. Her knees closed of their own volition and he pushed them open again.
    “I said stay ,” he reminded her.
    “I’ll try,” she promised.
    “Not good enough.” He glanced around, then removed the cap from the body wash and balanced it on her left knee. He unscrewed the shampoo cap and set it on her right knee. “Drop them if you want me to stop.” His grin was evil and sexy as all hell as he brought the spray back around.
    “Oh god,” she whispered.
    Braden made the water lick her from thigh to thigh, teasing her clit. Her knees shook and the shampoo cap fell. He chuckled as she caught and replaced it before it hit the tile. His eyes followed the spray as he drew it over her in a lazy figure eight.
    “I love how your pretty little clit gets so hard for me.”
    The clit in question was pounding. Lisa bit her lip, struggling to keep her legs from shaking.
    “I bet you get yourself off like this,” he ran the spray across her breasts then back over her cunt. “Am I right?”
    “Yes,” she gasped and rubbed her nipples. The water needles had made them ache.
    “I’d like to see that.” He dropped the sprayer and went to his knees. “Some other time, though,” he murmured before he sank his tongue into her.
    Two caps hit the floor, but nobody noticed or cared.
    He pulled her knees over his shoulders and lifted her off the bench, licking her from back to front. When he set her back down, he fingered the neat little patch of dark blonde hair