“Your ass is perfect.” His gruff voice bordered on demonic. She never knew crude words could turn her on until now.

The soapy cloth left her thighs to sweep more forcefully around each cheek and when he pressed in between her cheeks the caress was so erotic, her core actually spasmed.

“Telal!”

“You like my touch,” he murmured.

Then he stood, resoaped the cloth and rubbed it up her stomach, this time headed straight for her left breast. The first touch sent tremors throughout her body, making her thighs shake with the effort to keep standing. She had to lean back against him, if not to rely on his strength to hold her up, then to feel his body against hers.

He molded her breast with that cloth. It felt as if the cloth wasn't even there as his fingers shaped her, circled around her silkily, then he passed it across her distended nipple. Once, twice, then again and again. Panting moans escaped her throat. He brushed across that puckered tip creating a jolting sensation that ran straight inside her. She thrust her chest forward to get more of his touch but the washcloth left her and moved to her other breast, where he began the whole tortuous process again.

Lily felt like she was in a sensual cloud, her body a responsive tool to his touch. Her head fell back against his chest and she couldn't stop from kissing his collarbone, licking little droplets of warm water from him. In this position, her ear pressed near his heart and she could hear the hard, thumping beat of it. She wasn't the only one who was affected.

As if he couldn't bear it anymore, the cloth splashed to the ground and his hands cupped her breasts. Possessive and hard, his touch sent bolts of need crashing straight to her core. He plumped and squeezed, then gentled his touch, barely caressing her, alternating with touches that drove her wild. Her hips started moving, pumping and rocking, seeking him.

When he finally tugged her nipples between his hands, a little orgasm shivered inside her. It happened so quickly. The tightened response came, exploded, and left her panting in his arms.

“God,” he cursed, his voice as ragged as she felt.

They moved together in a dance as he turned her, forced her back against the shower wall, and claimed her with a kiss. Their movements, their bodies writhed to get closer, hands roamed freely over each other exploring and discovering. She couldn't seem to get close enough to him, to touch him everywhere at once. A frustrated moan escaped her.

He pulled back from her lips with a masculine laugh. Her lips followed his, loving the taste and feel of him. When his hands reached down to grasp her bottom and lifted her up to fit more easily against him, she sighed.

In this position, she could wrap her legs around his ass and her arms around his neck as she sucked on his wicked tongue. They ate at each other's lips, breathing erratic, hands grabbing harder, chests rubbing together in one of the most erotic sensations she'd ever experienced.

His cock nudged along her slippery sex and stroked up and down through her slippery lips. The sensation felt wild and wicked. He was so hard, she just wanted him to angle it right and shove inside.

“Telal,” she whispered against his lips.

Their eyes met, hot and wild. Then his gaze turned questioning and she knew exactly what he was asking her. After her heart did a little flip flop in her chest, she nodded.

“Please.”

That must have been what he needed because he shut off the water and carried her dripping wet back into the bedroom, their mouths fused together.

Her back hit the mattress and even it seemed to sigh as he followed her down. She made way for him with her legs and spread them wide. He paused at her hips and kissed first one hip bone then the other. His hands clasped them in a strong grip, this thumbs massaging the area.

“I like this.”

A muffled moan escaped her. That one touch, right there near her stomach, sent a flood of liquid heat pooling out from her. The first touch of his lips to her stomach sent her hips rocketing off the bed.

She was left squirming and panting as he lazily kissed and licked his away across from hip to hip, up to her belly button then up to her breasts. When he finally pulled her nipple between his lips she exhaled in relief and latched onto his hair to keep him from going anywhere. She had him right where she needed him.

The suckling, pulling sensation felt incredible and perfectly connected to her clitoris which throbbed with each pull. Everything felt connected. Each part of her he touched sent her temperature higher, her need tighter.

His hand curled over her hip then delved down and curled around her sex. She sounded hysterical when she moaned, but she didn't care. She just needed him to assuage the need he'd built up inside of her. She burned, her legs scissored, and nothing in her body could stay still for a moment.

He took his time like he had all the patience in the world. He petted her, sliding his fingers lightly across her, then teasing her entrance by barely pushing inside, and retreating.

“Telal!”

He didn't laugh at her eager cry but groaned and switched to work her other breast. She mentally applauded that he was equal opportunity but shook her head side to side with frustration. Her hips rocked against him and then finally he touched her for real. With a smooth glide, his fingers parted her folds then circled her wet clitoris in agonizingly slow circles. Her lungs tightened, lungs hitched to find air. Her entire body pulled as tight as a cranked up bowstring and her chest actually curved up, lifting off the mattress.

The touch began light and slow and her body coiled so tightly it only took that soft touch to shoot her apart. The climax came like hundreds of little explosions inside her. It started in her core where she froze for one second then shook her, legs kicking out, her chest jerking against his mouth, and her hands pulling so hard in his hair it was a wonder strands didn’t tear in her grasp.

But he didn’t relent. He just continued to rub her as her channel tightened and squeezed, milking something that she was bereft of. As the tremors started to subside he climbed up her body still rubbing those teasing circles across her with his wicked fingers. It amazed her that now she felt even emptier inside, her inner walls demanding to clamp onto something, a finger, anything.

His mouth founds hers in a kiss that made the room spin. All tongues and lips meshing and twisting together. His choppy breaths blew across her face.

“Tell me you still want this.” His voice was deeper than she'd ever heard it, his demonic accent sliding through.

She answered him by squeezing her legs around his hips, slanting her mouth across his, and rocking against him.

That was all he needed. A deep groan left him from deep in his chest and then his hands moved under her to clasp her bottom and lift her the barest of inches. His cock found her wet core and nudged in and out, teasing as their tongues dueled.

How could he still tease at a time like this? She wanted him to impale her and ease the heavy ache inside her that only he could reach. She was just about to complain when he pushed in a few inches. The sensations sent her head careening to the side so she could moan. He stretched her, filled her. It burned but made her tremble all at the same time.

“It feels so good.” She held on to his strong shoulders for dear life as he pulled all the way back out and pushed in further. This felt even better. The tight muscles inside her finally had something to cling and latch onto, to massage and it felt heavenly.

His breathing shuddered and he buried his face against her neck as he plummeted further, hitting the barrier that no man had ever breached. She felt the muscles in his back tense and panic filled her.