Page 76 of American Royalty

How natural.

How right.

Why should the bubbly suds be the only lucky ones? Bending, he took a dark-tipped nipple into his mouth. She hissed and clutched his head tight to her. His heart hammered inside his chest and he laved the bud, alternating between long, deep pulls and lightning-fast flicks with the tip of his tongue. She writhed in his arms, her sounds causing his cock to swell with need.

Always one to bring meticulous attention to any task he undertook, he focused on the other nipple, using his tongue and fingers to worship it with the same care and devotion he’d showered on its twin. Her gasps and hitches of breath nearly drove him insane, and a tidal wave of urgency caught him unawares.

He dropped to his knees, and the rose-scented bathwater sloshed onto the floor. It didn’t matter. Nor did the fact that his clothes were now drenched. Her unabashed responsiveness was something he hadn’t known he craved until that moment and he needed more. He gripped her hips and pressed openmouthed kisses across the taut flesh of her lower belly, loving when she bucked against him and plunged her fingers into his hair, tugging sharply on the strands.

He smiled at the slight bite of pain and swirled his tongue into her belly button.

She shivered.

He licked a path from her left hip bone to her right before goinglower and nuzzling the smooth skin and the strip of crisp curls above her core. “Can I taste you?”

She stilled and stared down at him from beneath lowered lids.

He waited, holding his breath in anticipation.

She nodded.

Dizzy with relief, he slid his hand into the warm water and wrapped his fingers around her ankle. Lifting her leg, he placed her bare foot on the lip of the tub and groaned as her glistening pink flesh was bared to his gaze.

“Beautiful,” he breathed.

He hooked an arm around her raised thigh and leaned forward, putting his mouth on her.

Her quads quivered, but he held her steady and explored her swollen labia, tugging on the flared lips, and sucking on her engorged clit. She cried out as her taste exploded on his tongue. He had the perfect vantage point to watch her, her head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth open.

She was so fucking gorgeous he couldn’t breathe.

She palmed the back of his head and ground her pussy into his face.

“That’s it, love,” he murmured. “Fuck my mouth.”

He took it all. Holding her to him, he fluttered his tongue against the silky moist skin she smashed against his cheek, his nose, his chin. Her fevered whimpers drove him mad. And still he needed more. He trailed his middle finger to her anus and rimmed the opening. When she didn’t tense or move away from his touch, he gently inserted the tip of the digit inside.

“Damn, baby,” she breathed and pushed back against it, depriving him of her flavor but filling his palms with an abundance of ass. He finger-fucked the puckered entrance while moving his face closer to recapture her clit. He sucked on the nub of pleasure.

“Ahhh, that’s it, baby... right there...”

With a scream and a shiver he felt ripple through her slick body, she came, gasping and arching her back, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

Without a delay, he lifted her in his arms and stepped out of the tub, careful to make sure he landed on the rug and not the wet, slippery marble. In two strides, he reached the tufted bench beneath the window and laid her on its upholstered surface.

His hand delved between her legs, his fingers gliding through the folds of her outer lips, his thumb finding her clit.

She raised up on her elbows and gripped his wrist. “Wait, stop!”

He froze. “What?”

He was breathing like he’d run a marathon. Had he done something wrong? Misread the situation? Moved too fast?

Her eyes were hazy and her tongue darted out to lick her lips. “I want to. Really. But... Damn, this is embarrassing.”

He couldn’t imagine anything distressing enough to stop what they were doing. “What is it? You can tell me.”

“I need to moisturize my skin.”