were so huge, so powerful and calloused
and he touched me with such reverence, exploring every inch like I
was a work of art. Good as it felt, though, I didn’t want him to
just touch my feet. I wanted him to travel right on up my legs with
licks and nips and sucks.
But he didn’t. He
kept using just his hands, and moved up to my back where he spent a
lot of time digging in by my shoulder blades and pressing along the
sides of my spine. The sound of his breathing alone turned me on, his
exhales, the occasional grunt in the back of his throat as he stroked
me. I sighed in response, wanting more, letting him know how much I
was enjoying his touch. As he worked his way down my back, stroking
the small of it, the dip right before the swell of my buttocks, I let
out a moan. Long and low, there could be no mistaking what it meant.
I was wet and ready. I wanted him so much, I throbbed and ached and
couldn’t take much more of the massage. He needed to stop holding
back.
But still, he worked
his hands down my lower legs. He rubbed my hamstrings. I couldn’t
help it, I started squirming a little, pressing my hips into the bed.
I needed more friction, more sensation against my swollen clit. As
his hands touched the backs of my knees, I remembered how he’d
spanked me. The feel of his large, rough hand on my ass. The shock
and the sting, followed by his soothing caress, just like how he
touched my legs now. I was so slick and hot. He must be able to tell
how much I wanted him, how much I was fantasizing right now about him
taking me over his knee and spanking me, hard, then stroking, then
licking. And, oh, his thick cock, how it felt when he took me, when
he parted my thighs and plunged into me. I could almost come just
thinking about him stretching me so wide and filling me so deep.
He pulled away. Just as
I was panting, wriggling, and moaning under his touch. He cursed
under his breath.
The man had a will of
steel. Good thing I did, too. I turned to see him heading for the
bathroom. His cock stood out long, hard and full, pressing urgently
against the crotch of his jeans. Oh, Declan. Didn’t he know that
cock was for me?
He was at the door when
my voice halted him. “Declan, I’m going to slip into the hot tub.
Why don’t you join me?”
He closed his eyes, his
hand frozen on the doorknob. A smile crept over my face. I had him
now. I stood up, completely naked, my sex slick and throbbing for
him, my nipples swollen and peaked for him to taste. As I started
walking, slowly, he opened his eyes, feasting on me. I walked right
past him over to the private patio off the master suite. A huge,
steaming hot tub stood there waiting for us, outdoors but completely
enclosed and private.
I eased into it, in no
hurry, my movements fluid and luxurious. Then I looked up at him,
half submerged, my breasts still rising out of the steam. “Come
with me.”
That was it. He
stripped down in seconds flat, watching me the whole time. His cock
sprang free, huge and engorged and I couldn’t take my eyes off of
it. The veins surging along its length, the thick crown with a
glistening drop of pre-come. I couldn’t wait to touch it, taste it,
ride it all night long.
He slipped into the tub
and I was on him in a heartbeat, kissing him full and hot on the
lips, jaw, throat, anywhere I could get at him. My hands roamed his
body, feverish, touching where before I’d been looking. He groaned
as I clasped my palms around his cock in the steamy water and began
to stroke.
“Kara.” He stilled
my hands, his voice sounding strained. “Let me love you. Let me
make you feel good. I want to take care of you.”
A girl couldn’t say
no to that. Hands to my waist, Declan lifted me up to the top step of
the tub. My bottom resting in shallow water, my legs still soaked in
the hot, massaging bubbles, but my breasts were out on erotic
display. I looked at him with glazed eyes, leaning back on my elbows.
“You taste so good,”
he murmured as he dipped
and he touched me with such reverence, exploring every inch like I
was a work of art. Good as it felt, though, I didn’t want him to
just touch my feet. I wanted him to travel right on up my legs with
licks and nips and sucks.
But he didn’t. He
kept using just his hands, and moved up to my back where he spent a
lot of time digging in by my shoulder blades and pressing along the
sides of my spine. The sound of his breathing alone turned me on, his
exhales, the occasional grunt in the back of his throat as he stroked
me. I sighed in response, wanting more, letting him know how much I
was enjoying his touch. As he worked his way down my back, stroking
the small of it, the dip right before the swell of my buttocks, I let
out a moan. Long and low, there could be no mistaking what it meant.
I was wet and ready. I wanted him so much, I throbbed and ached and
couldn’t take much more of the massage. He needed to stop holding
back.
But still, he worked
his hands down my lower legs. He rubbed my hamstrings. I couldn’t
help it, I started squirming a little, pressing my hips into the bed.
I needed more friction, more sensation against my swollen clit. As
his hands touched the backs of my knees, I remembered how he’d
spanked me. The feel of his large, rough hand on my ass. The shock
and the sting, followed by his soothing caress, just like how he
touched my legs now. I was so slick and hot. He must be able to tell
how much I wanted him, how much I was fantasizing right now about him
taking me over his knee and spanking me, hard, then stroking, then
licking. And, oh, his thick cock, how it felt when he took me, when
he parted my thighs and plunged into me. I could almost come just
thinking about him stretching me so wide and filling me so deep.
He pulled away. Just as
I was panting, wriggling, and moaning under his touch. He cursed
under his breath.
The man had a will of
steel. Good thing I did, too. I turned to see him heading for the
bathroom. His cock stood out long, hard and full, pressing urgently
against the crotch of his jeans. Oh, Declan. Didn’t he know that
cock was for me?
He was at the door when
my voice halted him. “Declan, I’m going to slip into the hot tub.
Why don’t you join me?”
He closed his eyes, his
hand frozen on the doorknob. A smile crept over my face. I had him
now. I stood up, completely naked, my sex slick and throbbing for
him, my nipples swollen and peaked for him to taste. As I started
walking, slowly, he opened his eyes, feasting on me. I walked right
past him over to the private patio off the master suite. A huge,
steaming hot tub stood there waiting for us, outdoors but completely
enclosed and private.
I eased into it, in no
hurry, my movements fluid and luxurious. Then I looked up at him,
half submerged, my breasts still rising out of the steam. “Come
with me.”
That was it. He
stripped down in seconds flat, watching me the whole time. His cock
sprang free, huge and engorged and I couldn’t take my eyes off of
it. The veins surging along its length, the thick crown with a
glistening drop of pre-come. I couldn’t wait to touch it, taste it,
ride it all night long.
He slipped into the tub
and I was on him in a heartbeat, kissing him full and hot on the
lips, jaw, throat, anywhere I could get at him. My hands roamed his
body, feverish, touching where before I’d been looking. He groaned
as I clasped my palms around his cock in the steamy water and began
to stroke.
“Kara.” He stilled
my hands, his voice sounding strained. “Let me love you. Let me
make you feel good. I want to take care of you.”
A girl couldn’t say
no to that. Hands to my waist, Declan lifted me up to the top step of
the tub. My bottom resting in shallow water, my legs still soaked in
the hot, massaging bubbles, but my breasts were out on erotic
display. I looked at him with glazed eyes, leaning back on my elbows.
“You taste so good,”
he murmured as he dipped
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