“Very good.”
He backed her up to a wall, and with a vice-like grip on her hair, kissed her hard, the way they both liked. His tongue wasn’t gentle now, but demanding as it tangled with hers. And she responded. Monica always responded, reciprocating in kind. Not just a willing partner, she was an active one as well. He admired her boldness.
Monica turned her head to the side and let go of his cock. Cal kissed a trail from her ear to her neck, licking at her skin and sucking gently. Monica grabbed a bottle of shower gel sitting within a niche in the wall. As he continued to lap water from her silky skin, she poured some into the palm of her hand, releasing a lemony sandalwood scent. Rubbing her hands in soapy circles over his chest, she used her short fingernails to flick his nipples.
Cal raised his head. “Again.”
Monica’s laugh was low and seductive as she complied. “You like that?”
“What do you think?” He angled his hips forward, pressing his cock against her lower belly.
“I think your dick just got a little harder.” Her slick hands continued their journey over his pecs and down to his stomach. Her fingers caressed each abdominal muscle and darted into his belly button.
Cal leaned his forehead against the top of her hair. “It did, and it’s feeling very left out right now.”
“Ah, that’s such a shame. But it’s going to have to wait a bit longer, because I’m not done touching the rest of you.” She worked her fingers over the V-shaped indentions above his hips, but instead of soaping up his prick, as he wanted, she moved up to his arms. “I’ve been wanting some one-on-one time with these muscles since I saw you working on the Mustang.”
“Is that right? I couldn’t tell. Those sunglasses you wear hide your expression.”
“Yep. I was checking you out. Especially your ass. You looked good bending over the hood of the car.”
Cal fought to breathe normally as her fingers trailed along his biceps. “My ass is one of my better parts.”
“I think all your parts are equally delicious.” She seemed fascinated with the tattoo. Most of the soap had been washed off, but she lightly ran her fingers over it. “So you got this in Ireland? It must mean something.”
Cal closed his eyes, his heart thudding at her soft, languid touch. “The knots are eternal, never ending. Like nature, they keep going on without us. Or some such nonsense.” Oh God, he should have kept his mouth closed. He came off like a prat trying to explain it. He wasn’t anything more than a car fanatic sounding pretentious.
Monica peered up at him. “Nature, huh? Like those jungle ruins you talked about? That temple in Cambodia? Humans leave their mark, but nature keeps trying to take it back.”
Cal’s eyes flew open, and he scanned her face. She didn’t appear to be mocking him. In fact, she gazed up at him with a serious expression. “Yes, exactly.” The moment stretched on as they stared at each other.
Monica blinked first. “And ink raises your hotness factor, so there’s that.” She grinned and licked the curve of his bicep.
“Of course. One needs to keep one’s hotness factor in mind at all times.”
Monica poured more shower gel into her hands and finally—thank God—worked it over his cock, leisurely, with long, slick strokes. Straightening his arms, Cal placed his hands on the tiled wall and threw his head back, enjoying each pass of her hands.
She worked him until his self-control nearly snapped. “Monica.” At the sound of his grating plea, she eased off, placing her hands on his hips before reaching around and caressing his ass.
That was better. Her hands on him, sliding over his skin, the warm water hitting him at every angle—it felt amazing, but he could hold on as long as she wasn’t wanking him off. “I’m going to have to touch you soon. It’s rather imperative.”
She leaned forward and licked his nipple. As she gazed up at him, her wet lashes clinging together, her cheeks pink from the humidity, Monica shook her head. “But I’m not through.”
He reached down and grabbed her wrists. “It’s my turn. I insist.” He let go of her long enough to snatch the bottle and pour a generous amount into his own palm. Then he began sliding his way over her breasts. His hands were slick against their fullness and skimmed over her nipples. She gasped, and he did it again. He let himself play with her. He hadn’t spent nearly enough quality time with them. Not as much as he’d like, at any rate. They were firm and heavy in his hands.
Monica guided her fingers along his forearms. “That feels so good. Don’t stop.”
He bent down, and taking her nipple in his mouth, suckled until she cried out. “Cal.” Releasing her, he smiled against her breast.
He traced a path to her waist, then over that ass he couldn’t get enough of. With his middle finger, he followed the seam of her bottom and teased her little hole some more, slipping the tip inside. Lord, she was tight.
“Cal.” She rested her chin on his chest.
“If you want me to stop, tell me now.”
“No, I like it.”
Cal worked his finger in a little farther. Monica retaliated by licking a circle around his nipple, then flicking it with her tongue.
He monitored her breath. She was panting, but relaxed, not clenching around him.
Cal lightly glided his finger in and out of her while she wrapped one leg around his thigh. She smoothed her palms down his back, propping her hands at his waist. When she started breathing a little harder, he increased the pace. She may lose her Miss Prim moniker after all.
“Cal, I want you inside of me. Now.”
So demanding, his Monica. Never afraid to ask for what she wanted. At least not where sex was concerned.
Tenderly, Cal removed his finger from inside her. He reached to the stone bench and retrieved a condom packet, hastily rolling one on and letting the package flutter to the shower floor.
Lifting her by the waist, Cal settled her back against the wall. Before he could thrust inside of her, she stopped him by tugging on his hair.
“Hey, I want it hard this time.” She linked her ankles behind his back and fingered the side of his neck. “None of that steady-wins-the-race business.”
He laughed at her use of the old expression. No, Monica definitely wasn’t shy about what she wanted. “I’m sorry, love, do you think you’re in control here?”
She nodded. “Yep. In the office, you had it your way. Now I want it hard and fast.”
“Like a good car.”
“If that analogy works for you.”
Cal reached down and positioned his cock at her tight entrance. With one swift thrust, he drove inside her. God, that felt good, being inside Monica Campbell. Having her stare up at him with passion-filled blue eyes, with her lips parted, her face damp, her hair a tangled, wet mass—Cal couldn’t remember when he’d seen anything more lovely.
“And what if I decide to go slow?” With an unhurried movement, he withdrew almost all the way before easing back into her inch by inch. “Like this.”
“Then I’ll die of old age by the time I come.”
“With a car, sometimes you have to start off at an even pace.” He continued his slow retreat before stroking into her pussy once more. “You have to take it easy before you get her onto the open road.”
She raked her nails down his back. “Damn it, Cal, I’m not a fucking car.”
“No, darling, you’re not.” Cal closed his eyes. He couldn’t stare down at her, look at her tits squashed tight against his chest, or he’d start hammering into her. Teasing her was agony. But so delightful, he wanted to hold out for a few minutes more. “You’re a sexy, exciting woman.”
“And you are a well-hung stud of a man. That voice of yours,” she cooed, “it makes me want to get on my knees and suck you dry. It makes me want to bend over and let you have your naughty way with me while you slap my hot ass.”
Cal stopped and opened his eyes. “I know what you’re trying to do.”
“Is it working?”
Cal let go of her hip and grabbed one of her breasts, pinching her nipple hard. “Yes.” He slammed his mouth over hers and began doing what she’d asked. He pounded into her, pulling out and plunging back in, digging his hand into her hip. He had to remind himself to be a bit gentler with her and relax his grip. Cal didn’t want to damage her lovely skin.