Flat-Out Sexy (24 page)

“Yes, I am,” he said, leaning in and kissing her hard and with a thrusting, possessive tongue. “Insane from the fact that it has been fourteen long days since I’ve been inside you.”

That was kind of hot. Okay, a lot hot. Tamara was trying to formulate a response, really, any words whatsoever, when Elec turned around and bent over to dig into his pants pocket. Then back still to her, he shoved his underwear off and she caught a glorious, divine view of his tight butt. That was almost worth the embarrassing discomfort she was feeling at the moment. He really had a quite perfect man body, from the broad shoulders, to the defined biceps and abs, down to the rock-solid thighs and, of course, that fine, fine ass. When he turned back around to face her, he had an impressive erection, which he had already covered with a condom.

Clearly he was getting in this shower with her. “Don’t you want to go to the bed?” she asked tentatively. The whole wet thing, standing up, cold tile … it all seemed a little dubious to her. She and Pete had abandoned the idea of sex in the shower early in their marriage because she’d never been able to get wet enough to make it work, and Pete would have taken it as an insult to his manhood if she had suggested a lubricant. So they had just ignored the subject and found other places to have sex.

“No, I don’t want to go to the bed,” Elec said and stepped into the shower, thoroughly invading all of her personal space.

Wow, that was a lot of hard man pressing against her. Tamara had nowhere to go, and he was warm and the tile behind her was cold, so she moved closer to him, gasping in pleasure as her nipples brushed against his skin, and his erection nudged her while the hot water rained down on them.

“I want you,” he said, kissing her mouth, her jaw, her shoulder, “so freaking bad.”

“Take me,” she said, feeling all her inhibitions evaporate the way they always did whenever Elec touched her. He had the most amazing way of touching her
right there
and making every nerve ending in her body stand up and do a happy dance.

“Hot and wet,” he said as he stroked his finger inside her.

“The shower?” she asked breathlessly, clinging to his shoulders and moving her knee out so he could go deeper.

“The shower … you … everything between us.”

She knew exactly what he meant.

Making little sounds of encouragement, Tamara closed her eyes against the water spray and rested her forehead on his shoulder as he stroked inside her at the perfect angle with the perfect pressure. She should do something, she should participate, she should at least stroke him in return, but he was hitting that place that made her lose all thought, all breath, all speech.

“Don’t come,” he whispered in her ear.

“Why not?” she managed to say into his slick, damp flesh. And if he objected to her having an orgasm, he needed to stop hooking his finger like that inside her.

“Because I want you to come with me inside you,” he said, pulling his finger out of her.

Damn it, that was disappointing. “I can come both ways,” she assured him.

Elec pressed her against the tiles and she gave a yelp at how cold they were, but she was immediately distracted by Elec’s pushing her feet apart with his. He was kissing her neck, lapping the water off her chin, sucking her nipples so hard that she felt the sting of pain intermingling with pleasure. Assaulted by sensation, Tamara shook her hair, which had fallen out of its knot, out of her face, and ran her hands over his hard, muscular back. She was covered in goose bumps, from the mix of hot and cold, from the light, shimmering touches of his fingers, to the damp trail he left across her skin with his tongue, and she shivered.

“Cold?” he asked her.

“A little.”

Elec reached up and adjusted the spray so it was running down her shoulders and back, then he said, “This should help, too.”

And with no warning whatsoever, he pushed his erection inside her.

Tamara sucked in a breath hard, then forgot to release it. She just held on to a lungful of air, silent and immobile, eyes rolling back in her head as she felt his hardness thrust into her deeper than she would have thought possible. It felt amazing, like an erotic mixture of hot and cold, hard and soft, and she threw her arms back against the tiles to grab something, anything, to hold her up. When he’d entered her, she had gone up on her tiptoes on instinct and from impact, and she realized that her toes were tingling so she dropped back down onto the balls of her feet.

Which sent him so deep inside her that they both groaned out loud.

“Holy shit,” he said.

Her thoughts exactly.

“Oh my God,” Elec said, gripping her waist hard. “Do that again.”

It hadn’t been her intention to do anything other than release the pressure in her toes and arches, but let him think she had some tricks up her sleeve. Tamara went up on her toes, which pulled her up off of him slightly. She flattened her feet again, and dropped down hard onto his erection a second time.

Even expecting it this time, it still shot aching tremors throughout her midsection. Wow.

“You move on me,” Elec told her, and she could hear the excitement in his voice, hear that he was spinning out of control.

The idea that she had gotten him to that point was so titillating that she didn’t even hesitate. Squeezing his shoulders for leverage, Tamara pumped up and down on him, without thought or any particular skill, just with enthusiasm and desperation. The sudden orgasm rocked her, and she moved harder as the waves of pleasure rolled over her, her muscles contracting over and over. Her foot slipped on the wet floor, but she didn’t stop until she had eked every last second of ecstasy from that orgasm.

When she slowed down a little and remembered that breathing was essential to life, Elec didn’t give her a chance to rest. He slammed her back up against the tiles and pinned her there, thrusting with such a single-minded ferocity that Tamara came again, so overwhelmed by sensation that she whimpered as it rushed over her. If he hadn’t been nailing her to the wall, she would have slid straight on down it.

“Elec,” she said for no apparent reason.

“What, baby?” he asked, leaning forward and kissing her, his lips damp and warm from the shower stream.

“I … I …” She had no idea what she had intended to say. But she recognized that feeling building inside her as he stroked in and out, his finger sneaking between their bodies to tweak her clitoris. She knew that feeling, but she couldn’t quite believe it. Never, ever in her entire life had she had three orgasms in one sex session and she couldn’t possibly be going to do that again.

His erection buried inside her, his finger on her clitoris, Elec flicked his tongue across her nipple and Tamara couldn’t believe it, but it was actually happening.

“Oh my God,” she moaned. “I’m coming again!”

“And it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he said.

Then he paused and she felt his orgasm join hers.

Together they held on and moaned and pulsed in harmony, and Tamara thought it was quite possible that she had stopped existing for any purpose other than to feel this way every second of every day.

When Elec finally stopped moving, she was a gelatinous mass of sexual nerves, replete and satisfied, and upright only because he was holding her that way with both his arms and his penis.

Gradually she became aware of the fact that her skin was wrinkled from the constant water stream, that her hair was stuck to her cheek and neck in saturated hunks, and that her calf was in spasms from being forced to tense repeatedly.

But she didn’t care one whit. She was just going to lie there against that tile for the rest of her life.

Or until Elec moved, which he rather unfortunately did before she was ready. When he backed up, she was certain she was going to drop to the floor and get a closer view of her less than stellar housekeeping, but Elec startled her by sliding a hand under her thighs and picking her up.

“Ack!” she said, flapping her arms around with zero grace as she struggled to find her balance. “What are you doing?”

“I’m ready to go to the bed now.”

“What are we going to do there?” she asked. He couldn’t possibility be capable of a repeat performance so soon, and there was no way that she could be touched by finger, tongue, or penis without leaping ten feet in the air. All that water and all those orgasms had left her hypersensitive and she suspected it would just be downright painful if he tried anything. But she kept all those thoughts to herself, because she tended to be a worrier, and maybe for once, she should sit back and see how it all played out.

Elec shot her an intense look. “We’re going to do whatever you want.” He stepped out of the shower and walked across the bathroom.

She couldn’t believe he was carrying her so easily. That was incredibly sexy, but she was still enough of a priss that she heard herself say, “Don’t we need a towel?” They were dripping a whole heck of a lot of water all over her ceramic tile. The carpet would be even worse.

“No. The bed will dry us off. And what it doesn’t dry on you, I’ll lick dry.”

“Oh.” My. Goodness. Did that mean she was supposed to lick him in kind? Because while it sounded shocking, she thought she could get into a thorough exploration of that hard body.

In the bedroom, Elec set her down on top of her fluffy white down duvet, and didn’t drop her or look like he was gasping for air. Tamara grabbed the pillow and plopped it down over her stomach and various other important parts. She couldn’t help it, it was just instinctive, and she still wasn’t comfortable with giving him a big old look-see in the bright afternoon light.

Elec made a sound of impatience. “Move the pillow,” he said.

“No.”

“Don’t you trust me?”

He almost sounded wounded and that relaxed her enough to release some of the tension in her shoulders. “Of course I do.”

“Then why won’t you let me see you?”

“This is my problem, not yours, Elec. It has nothing to do with me not trusting you. I just need time to get over it.”

“I can be patient.”

“Thanks.” Tamara sucked in a breath, gathered all her courage, and tossed the pillow off. “Is that better? Are you happy?”

Elec ran his finger down her cheek as he leaned over the bed. “I’ll be happy when you can walk across the room naked in front of me and not even think about it. I’ll be happy when you finally believe that I think you’re beautiful, every inch of you.”

“It may take a while for that,” she told him with all honesty.

Elec climbed onto the bed and settled in beside her. He pulled her so that they were spooning, her backside resting against his stomach. His hand rested on her hip and his lips brushed her temple.

“What did he tell you about your body?” Elec asked softly.

“What? Who?” she asked, startled.

“Your husband. What did he say about the stretch marks, about your breasts?”

Tamara swallowed hard, fighting the urge to suddenly cry. She had no idea why she would be tearing up, but Elec was being so gentle and understanding with her that it was overwhelming her. “Pete wasn’t a mean guy.”

“I never said he was. But maybe he was insensitive in that he never reassured you that you looked just as good after the babies as you did before.”

“No, he never told me that.” Tamara closed her eyes. “He’d joke that he guessed he wouldn’t be looking all that hot after pushing out a couple of basketballs either. And he’d tease me that it was all good—that he had mental airbrush.”

“Those are really shitty things to say.” Elec had stiffened behind her, and he sounded quietly angry.

“Yeah, they are. But to be fair, I never told him those things upset me. Maybe at the time I didn’t realize how much they did. It was when I decided I was ready to maybe start dating again, that I realized how awful I feel about how I look naked.”

“I guess that’s a lot of years of worry facing you all at once, isn’t it?”

It definitely was. “I do appreciate how wonderful you’ve been, Elec. You’ve said all the right things.”

“I haven’t said anything that wasn’t true.”

Tamara relaxed onto her pillow. “My hair is soaking wet.”

“It will dry.”

“You going to lick it?” she asked with a laugh.

“No, that only applies to skin. Which I’ll get to in a minute. Right now just lying here feels good.”

It did. It was another reminder of how much she had missed the constant closeness of being in a relationship, the right to touch someone casually or intimately, the ability to rest her head on a man’s shoulder or chest and know it was welcome, that she belonged there. It would be dangerous to enjoy those things too much with Elec because she didn’t want to be devastated when she had to give them up, and she would eventually. Either when their relationship became too complicated from time constraints on both their parts, from media and family responsibilities, or when Elec figured out that a twenty-five-year-old hottie had more options available to him than a thirty-two-year-old widow with a couple of kids.

“It would feel even better with a blanket over us. The air-conditioning is cold.”

Elec touched her hard nipple.