He’d held back long enough. “I’m going to come.”

It was all the warning he could give because his orgasm rocketed through him. He felt the first spurt like a bolt of lightning, and then an explosion of hot pleasure as he emptied into her hot mouth, uncaring now for anything but his own needs.

Stella stayed with him the entire time, her nails digging into his ass as she held on to him while he shuddered through one hell of an orgasm that left his legs shaking.

She released him and he dropped down to kneel in front of her, taking her mouth in a deep kiss that told her how goddamn much he appreciated what she’d done for him. Then he pulled her back into the tub with him and she wrapped her legs around his hips again.

“This is where I like you,” he said.

“Is that right? All wet and pruny from the bath?”

“No. Wrapped around me, my cock close to you.”

She laughed. “It is a good position. We should try it sometime when we’re having sex.”

“Making a mental note.”

“The water’s getting a little cold, though, so we should probably get out.”

“Okay.” He stood and helped her out of the tub, reaching for a couple of bath towels. He pulled one around her, diving into it with her.

“Now this I like,” she said. “You and me all cozy together in a warm bathroom. Thank you again for bringing me here.”

“It was my pleasure.”

She flashed a grin. “Yes. I definitely saw your pleasure. Felt it, too.”

He took her hand and wrapped it around his cock. “Keep talking like that and you’re going to feel it again.”

She stroked him, hardening him.

“Promise?”

He dropped the towel and lifted her, her legs going around him as he moved them into the bedroom. Where he had condoms. And access to her body without water getting in the way.

He laid her on the bed and she shifted back along the headboard, her body a naked smorgasbord of everything he wanted.

But her gaze zeroed in on his cock. “Now, about that condom we didn’t have access to earlier . . .”

Funny how their minds always seemed to be in tune. “I was just thinking the same thing.”

“Good, because I’m aching to feel you inside me. And since you’re hard, why don’t you put one on?”

He didn’t have to be told twice. He grabbed the condom box out of the nightstand and pulled a packet out, watching as Stella slid her hand between her legs. His gaze rocketed there and he was frozen to the spot. What was it about a woman touching herself that was such a turn-on to a man? He’d like to see her get herself off. He could take his dick in his own hand and jack off watching her make herself come. He wanted to know how she did it. Did she do it fast, or was it a slow and leisurely pace? He knew he could get her there, but a woman’s body was always full of secrets. Sweet, hot, soft secrets just waiting to be uncovered.

“Sucking you made me hot.”

“Watching you touch yourself is making me hard.” He fisted his cock and squeezed, sliding it through his hand, using his thumb to curl over the head. “I want to see how you make yourself come.”

“Do you? Well, aren’t you the voyeur?”

“Yeah. So do it for me. Show me.”

“Are you going to do the same?”

“Yes.”

She slid her fingers over her sex, slick with her excitement. “Come closer. I want to see you.”

He moved to the side of the bed, next to her. She snaked her fingers over her nipples, plucking them until they stood tight and erect. “I think about you sucking them when I do this,” she said.

“And I think about your mouth on me when I do this.” He stroked, slow and easy, his touch not feathery light like hers, but firm. Droplets formed at the head and he used his thumb to brush them over the crest.

She moaned, lifted her hips, and used her fingers to brush over her sex, her motions faster now, her fingers parting her sweet, plump lips. She knew her body so well, just like he knew his. She was delaying her gratification and he knew it. He could get himself off in a minute if he wanted to, but this was show-and-tell. They weren’t alone and in a hurry to release tension.

He could watch her for hours, the moves of her body, the splay of her fingers across her sex. It made him ache, but she was perfection. The heady scent of her permeated his senses and he gripped his cock in a tight vise, his strokes intensifying in time to hers.

She squeezed her breast at the same time her fingers disappeared between her legs. “I’m going to come.”