Once she finished shuddering, she collapsed back against him. “Feeling better now?”

“A little.” She twisted her body around to where she was facing him. “I want you inside me the next time I come.” She rose up and then took his erection in her hand. While keeping her eyes on his, she guided him into her core. Slowly, she sunk inch by inch on him. When she was fully seated, they both moaned at the feeling. At the intensity of what he felt inside her, Pesh was thankful she had taken him up on the birth control script where he didn’t have to use condoms anymore.

She brought her hands up to his shoulders, and then she began to ride him. His hands came to grip her waist as his head bent forward to suckle one of her ni**les into his mouth. His teeth grazed the bud before his tongue flicked and teased it into a hardened point. Throwing her head back, Megan’s walls tensed and convulsed around him. He knew he had a long way to go before he was going to come.

Once she recovered, Megan panted as she started riding him faster, causing the water to slosh around them. As his mouth latched onto her other breast, Megan threw her head back and moaned. “Harder,” she urged.

Pesh continued sucking her nipple as he began to thrust his h*ps up in time to meet her movements. Each time he went a little deeper, and it caused Megan to be more and more vocal. She tugged at the strands of his hair and clawed at his chest as she strove harder and harder for her orgasm. “Please, please,” she panted, as her hands came to cup her own br**sts. As she pinched and tweaked her own ni**les, it was Pesh’s undoing. Shoving his hand down between her legs, he flicked her clit, sending her over the edge again. Her movements caused him to jerk once and then come in her.

Once he finished shuddering and came back to himself, Megan stared at him with an utterly satiated expression. “That was…amazing.”

“Thank you.”

“Where did a nice boy like you learn to f**k?”

Pesh chuckled at her choice of language. “You know, a person’s reputation has nothing to do with how they are in the bedroom. I’m sure there are many tough biker dudes out there who wouldn’t know a clitoris from a labia—if they even knew that terminology.”

“Hmm, I suppose that’s true. My ex liked to think he was a ladies man, but half of the time, I had to take matters into my own hands if I was going to finish.” She shot him a wicked grin. “Thankfully, I have a lover now who has the most amazing tongue and dick. I never have to worry about coming now.”

“And don’t you forget how amazing he is.”

Her expression turned solemn as she replied, “I could never forget his attributes both in and out of the bedroom.”

He smiled. “I’m glad to hear that.” After he gave her a somewhat chaste kiss, he asked, “How about we test out my kitchen attributes now?”

“Sounds good. I’m starving,” she replied, as she climbed out of the tub. Pesh followed her out, handing her one of his plush towels. After she finished drying off, he gave her a terry cloth robe to put on. She slid it on and tied the front together.

“Wait here. I’ll bring it to you.”

“Dinner in bed? That would be marvelous.”

He winked before heading out of the bedroom. He fixed two heaping platefuls of food. After putting the plates on a tray, he got two bottles of water out of the fridge. When he got back to the bedroom, he found her lounging back against the pillows with an expression of pure relaxation.

After he set the tray down on the bed, he smiled. “I want to try something with you.”

“What is it?” she asked.

He undid the ties on his robe, letting it fall open. After shrugging it off his shoulders, he stood na**d before her. Megan’s eyes widened. “What are you doing?”

Without answering her, he climbed onto the bed. His hands went to the lapels on her robe. He opened them and then pushed the robe open to her waist. “I thought we were eating dinner,” she murmured huskily.

“We are.” While her brows furrowed in confusion, he passed her a plate and a fork. Then he took his.

“Pesh, why are we eating dinner naked?”

“I want to teach you about delayed gratification.”

“The Tantric stuff?”

“Yes.”

She eyed him curiously. “Okay.”

“Look into my eyes,” he commanded. When her blazing blue eyes were trained on his, he brought a forkful of food to her mouth. “Open up,” he said.

Her gaze held his as her tongue darted out, tentatively tasting the spicy rice. When she decided that she liked it, her mouth clamped over the fork. As she chewed, she still remained staring at him. “Feed me,” he insisted.

She momentarily broke their eye contact to stare down at the plate. She speared a piece of lamb before bringing it to his mouth. After he took in the bite, his tongue slid over his lips, licking up the remaining sauce. Something stirred in her at his action—a slight tremble.

He brought a piece of lamb to her mouth, and she wrinkled her nose. “I don’t like lamb.” He nodded and then took the bite for himself. He then picked some of the vegetables and brought them to her. This time she took the forkful. “It’s very good, Pesh.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

Each time she took the fork into her mouth, he couldn’t help imagining that it was his c**k instead. Sitting na**d with her in such a close proximity had his juices beginning to flow. When she lowered her gaze to eye her plate for his next bite, she caught sight of his growing erection. Immediately, she started to put her plate down, but he stopped her. “Not yet.”

“But you’re hard, and I’m getting wet sitting here with you staring at me like you’re already buried inside me.”

“That’s the point, my love. How good do you think it’s going to be when I do finally get inside you?”

“Oh,” she murmured. As she swept up a forkful of rice, she brought it to his mouth. “So how long do we do this?” she asked.

“Until we clean our plates.”

She appeared both disappointed and frustrated at his response. To give her something else to focus on, he brought the fork to her mouth. She took from him, chewing methodically while staring into his eyes. Each time he fed her a bite, he tried conveying through his gaze what he was imagining doing to her. A bite of vegetables had him sucking her breast, his tongue flicking over her nipple. A forkful of rice had his face buried in her wet core as he licked her juices. As she chewed and swallowed, Pesh could tell desire was overtaking her.