The Other C-Word (19 page)

When he turned back to me, my gaze raked over his body resting on his lower half. I let out a small gasp. Not only was the man still hard, but I now realised why that first thrust had hurt so much. He was the largest man I’d ever seen. He was bigger than my vibrator, and I’d sprung for the larger version. Rick chuckled when he saw where my eyes settled. I blushed in embarrassment.

“Don’t get shy on me. I want to see you now.” He sauntered over to me then took my booted leg, raising it to his bare chest, and unzipped it. He was completely comfortable with his body and why wouldn’t he be? He looked like a cover for
Men’s Health
…
one which didn’t require Photoshop.

“Rick, you know you’re ginormous, right?”

He chuckled. “I’ve heard that before, although never with such a colourful adjective. Do you know how much I’ve been looking forward to taking a shower?”

“You really want to take a shower with me?” I asked, wondering if he thought I smelt.

“Yes, Marley, I do, but not just any shower…a steamy, soapy, hot shower. Would you care to venture a guess on how many cold showers I’ve taken this week? It’s the only thing that helps.”

I shook my head. “No idea.”

He unzipped my other boot while I slipped my shirt off. “Three to five a day. At least, one every morning, one every afternoon and one every night. I’ve had to supplement more as the week went on. This was really hard for me…literally.”

He removed my bra, letting his eyes linger there while he trailed his fingers across my naked breasts.

“Why did you want us to wait? Was it because you thought I wasn’t clean?” The thought had been gripping my mind all week.

He shook his head, parting my legs, so he could stand between them. He kissed me, stroking my hair in his hands, pulling me closer to him. When he stepped back, he tilted my chin, so I was looking into his eyes.

“I wanted whatever we had to be as special as possible under the circumstances. I don’t know if that makes any sense, but I knew you would be worth the wait. If you had approached me just once this week and said you’d changed your mind, I would have taken you over my desk at work or in my car. I even bought condoms in case you had any such request. I wanted you so badly, but you didn’t say it, and it made me stronger too. I’m very competitive, but I really questioned if I could hold out the whole week. Marley, the way I was craving your body…it was the most intense thing I’ve ever felt.”

I smiled triumphantly, removing my belt and unzipping my skirt. “All because you saw my garter belt in the car?”

Rick embraced me. “Since I saw you holding up a sign in the airport. I thought to myself, hell, I hope that’s for me.” His smile faltered and he backed away from me. “I’m sorry I was rough earlier.”

I leant back so he could see my face. “You weren’t at all. It turned me on how much you wanted me, and although I have a funny way of showing it, it was mutual.”

Rick nodded appreciatively, lifting me down from the vanity. My skirt fell to the floor and there wasn’t an article of clothing between us. He led me to the shower that was now billowing steam. Rick squirted body wash onto a washcloth. It smelt like him. He washed every inch of my body, and my hair too. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, running the cloth down my legs.

“I don’t have to be told, remember?”

“Well I’m telling you anyway, not because it’s nice to hear, but because it’s true.”

Rick was washing me painstakingly slowly and with great reverence. He brushed his lips and tongue seductively over every inch of my skin, followed by the warm, soapy washcloth in his hand. He placed my hand on his shoulder for support. He made me feel beautiful.

When he was done, Rick handed me the cloth, and we pivoted so he was under the spray of water. He closed his eyes, turning his face towards the water in obvious contentment. It made my breath catch. I washed his hair with sandalwood scented shampoo. I had to stand on my tiptoes while he grasped my waist. His hair was soft and I ran my fingers through it, feeling its silky texture. I traced the outline of his tattoo, kissed his chest, worked my way down his hard, sinewy abdomen. I was trying to match the same pleasurable technique he’d used on me, but I knew I wasn’t doing as good of a job. I took his erection in my hand, feeling its full length, but before I could do anything, he pulled me up by the shoulders.

“No, Marley, I made you a promise in the elevator today. Do you remember?”

It seemed like so long ago when he had whispered it, but hell yes, I remembered. Rick moved me towards the rear of the shower and pressed my back against the cold tile there. He kissed my neck then slid his lips down my body, worshipping it as he’d promised to. His lips grazed down every inch, occasionally followed by the heat of his tongue and the gentle nibble of his teeth. The way he licked the water from my body caused a reverberating hum to course through me. When he dipped that tongue into my belly button, I flailed my arms out, needing something to hold onto.
Could it get any better?
Then he lowered himself and licked my clit.

Yes, it could.

He held me open with his fingers while he caressed my folds with his talented tongue in slow, winding circles. My legs started to shake, and I realised with horror that I might not be upright for long. The things he did to that one part of my body with the one part of his were making every single cell scream out at once. My knees buckled, and I did my best to be careful, because in this position, I could accidentally hurt him. I didn’t want to hurt him, but even more than that, the thought of him having to stop was unbearable. He must have sensed my weakness, because he grasped my hips, splaying his hands to hold me in place. It helped, but my calves still shook. Oral sex was something I’d always experienced in a horizontal position. I hadn’t expected to have such a corporal reaction as this, but I knew it was so much more than my current position. It was the way Rick penetrated me alternating between slow circles and fast thrusts. He performed the act with passionate abandon as if it was turning him on too. It was like…he was hungry for me.

“I think I’m going to fall,” I cried, barely able to recognise my own voice.

In response, Rick did something that I could only describe as mind-blowing.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” I replied, although his question scared me.

Rick bowed lower on his knees before me. I winced because I didn’t want him to stop. He took my leg and bent it over his shoulder. He did the same to my other leg then straightened, clasping my hips, balancing my weight effortlessly on his shoulders. He moved farther out so that the shower wall was supporting my back while his shoulders held my legs. Rick cupped my bottom, one hand on each check. Then he pushed his tongue into me again, continuing to lunge in and out of my sex more aggressively than before. This couldn’t be happening, could it? This was a position of great acrobatic, athletic skill on his part.

I struggled to grip onto the slippery tiled wall with one hand and the shower door with the other, but my legs felt completely secured, wrapped around his shoulders. He squeezed my bottom gently, as he sucked my clit. Somewhere between my screams and pants, I felt steady enough to let my hands fist through his damp hair and watch him while he gave me pleasure. Rick peered up at me with those gorgeous green eyes, full of lust and desire. I couldn’t see his lips, but I completely felt the smile he formed. I started moaning louder, feeling the trickles of water running down my face, unsure if they were from my own sweat or the shower.

“Rick…”

“Let go, baby,” Rick commanded. I immediately felt the vibration of the words as they coursed into me. I climaxed hard and fast, screaming out his name and every curse word in my repertoire. He waited patiently until I was finished and still. Then as gently as possible, he gripped my stomach while removing each of my legs. I still felt unsteady.

Rick stood up, smiling wickedly at me.

“That was…herculean,” I choked out, unable to find a better adjective.

“You have a way with words, Marley. Tell me, did it tickle?”

I started laughing. “I was too busy to notice.”

He leaned in closer to me, kissing my shoulder. “You taste incredible.”

What do you say to that?
I said the only appropriate reply to any compliment bestowed upon me. “Um…thanks.”

He chuckled. “What? You don’t believe me? Taste yourself.” He rolled his tongue inside my mouth. It was unexpected, something I would have thought gross, but in this instance, it was extremely…erotic. He tasted like peppermint leaves and something else that I guess was me.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. Rick crossed his arms over my bottom and lifted me up. My legs automatically encircled his hips. He pressed my back against the tile wall, adjusting my position, so he could enter me. “Put me inside you, baby.” He used that soft but commanding voice I’d grown to love. It was his Pied Piper voice that made it impossible not to follow his direction, not that I wanted to disobey him.

I took one of my arms from around his neck and placed his erection so the tip was just inside my entrance. I watched as his body merged with mine. Then I could only feel. I clutched onto his neck while he moved almost completely out then slammed back into me.

“Is this too much?” he asked between heavy breaths.

“No, don’t stop,” I screamed.

Rick retreated and slammed right back into me again and again. “Are you sure? You’re so tight and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Yesssss.”

“Fuck.”

He moved with precision, changing his pattern only slightly but enough that it increased my pleasure. I clung to his neck and screamed out my climax. My multiple climaxes. Somewhere between my building moans and euphoria, I felt Rick let go too.

“Marley!”

He held me in position as our shaking subsided and we reclaimed our breath. I felt him inside me. It was pleasant, but disconcerting…he was still hard. He broke our contact, removing himself slowly and steadying me. “The water’s getting cold.”

It was cold and until he’d said that, I hadn’t even realised it. We’d been in the shower for a long time. He turned it off then grabbed a large towel from the hook outside. He dried me first, working his way down my body and each leg. It was tender, sweet and so different from the erotic stuff we’d just done, but it felt connected all the same. He dried himself before wrapping the towel around me.

I held my hand against his chest, running my fingers through the damp sandy-coloured hair there. “Do you remember what I said about how you better be good in bed?”

“Yes, ‘Mr Fucking Fantastic’ if I recall,” he answered, with a dimple-revealing smirk.

“Well, you are. You are amazing.”

His smile turned mischievous. “Baby, we haven’t even made it to the bed yet.”

Surely, Rick was not a mortal…he was a sex god who visited earth to satisfy his carnal needs.

I gaped, open-mouthed, not only from his statement but because it made me wet…again. He stepped out of the shower before taking my hand to assist me. Then he picked me up again and raced us into the bedroom. He laid me down on the bed, opening the towel underneath me. This time, I took charge, sitting up and pushing his shoulders back. He didn’t budge, but he realised what I wanted and lay down on his back willingly. I kissed my way down his body, enjoying the salty taste of his skin and the hardness of each muscle until I reached that final muscle I was looking for. I stroked his lengthy erection in my hand. The flesh felt solid like granite, but lustrous too like velvet. I moved my mouth onto his tip and sucked. I couldn’t take it all—it was too much, but I took what I could, tightening my lips around his length.

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes, baby!”

He threaded his hands through my damp hair making my scalp prickle. I encircled his shaft with one hand and swayed his balls in my other, rolling them like a figure eight. His legs shook around me, causing me to giggle. He must have felt the vibration, because his moans increased in intensity.