Sinclair breathed shallowly and he watched beneath lowered lids as Remy removed her T-shirt and bra. Her skin was smooth, with the color and luster of pearls. Her breasts were small and uptilting and tipped with dark and engorged rose-colored nipples.
Sinclair groaned as he imagined licking and then sucking those plump nipples into his mouth. Would they taste of the same ripe apricots too?
He didn’t have time to speculate further as, having slipped off her trainers and unfastened her jeans, Remy began to wriggle her hips and bottom so that she could push the tight-fitting material down her hips and thighs. His cock began to throb painfully.
She wore matching pale pink panties beneath, the cluster of dark curls on her mound visible through the lacy material when she straightened from discarding the jeans.
Remy arched one dark brow. “Shouldn’t you remove the rest of your clothes too if we’re going to take a shower together before my spanking?”
Sinclair knew what he should do was put an end to this.
Now.
What he was going to do was something else entirely.
He didn’t look away from Remy as he unfastened his trousers and dropped them to the floor, along with his boxers, before stepping out of them.
Remy drew in a sharp breath, her eyes deepening in color as she stared at him with a hunger that caused Sinclair’s already engorged cock to pulse and leak pre-cum.
“You’re beautiful,” she admired.
“I doubt that.” Sinclair didn’t make a habit of looking at himself naked in a mirror. In fact, he never did that, but he still knew that his body wasn’t the same lithe and smooth one it had been twenty years ago. Grizzled was probably a better term for it, with those scars decorating his skin front and back, the hair on his chest and groin as much salt as pepper.
“That’s for me to decide.” Remy gave him a chiding glance before stepping closer to him, her engorged nipples almost brushing against his chest. “Take off my panties,” she instructed huskily. “On your knees,” she added when his hands moved to the top of her panties.
Sinclair’s breath caught and held, and he looked at her searchingly for several long seconds, noting and appreciating the challenge in her gaze, before he slowly sank to his knees on the hard tiled floor.
No doubt he’d pay for that later, but right now, he was more interested in removing Remy’s last piece of clothing.
Remy breathed shallowly as she watched the intensity of Sinclair’s gaze fixated on her while he hooked his thumbs into the top of her panties and slowly drew the material downward to reveal the trimmed dark and glossy curls on her mound. Curls that were already damp with her arousal.
Her cheeks burned when, instead of removing her panties completely, Sinclair left them halfway down her thighs and placed his hands back on her hips.
She gasped, her hands moving to grasp his shoulders as he leaned forward to bury his face in those dark and damp curls.
“Apricots,” he murmured with satisfaction after drawing in a long and deep breath. “Delicious.” He pulled her panties the rest of the way down her legs to remove them before his hands returned to grip her hips. He then nudged her feet apart with his knees before burying his face even deeper into her sex.
Remy’s back and neck arched the moment she felt the moist sweep of Sinclair’s tongue against her already sensitive clit. Her legs began to shake when he continued to stroke that moistness against her swollen nubbin, hard and then soft, over and over again, until Remy knew herself to be on the edge of a climax so intense, it threatened to bring her to her knees.
Which was precisely when Sinclair decided to sit back on his heels before rising smoothly to his feet. “Time for a shower.”
Remy stared at the flexing muscles in his back as he stepped away to open the shower door and turn the water on to what was obviously his preferred preset heat level.
“Are you joining me?” he invited lightly as he stepped inside the large shower cubicle. “I’d like to get to the spanking part of the day sooner rather than later,” he announced.
Her eyes narrowed, watching through the glass as he squeezed shower gel into his palm and began to wash himself as if she weren’t standing completely naked—and deeply aroused—on the other side of that glass.
Bastard!
Remy didn’t doubt for a moment that Sinclair had left her unsatisfied deliberately. Maybe it hadn’t been his intention at first, because she’d seen the hunger to taste her in his eyes as he’d looked at her searchingly before sinking to his knees. But she didn’t doubt that his having left her aching and hungry for release was another punishment, this time for having asked him to get on his knees for her.
Fine.
She was up for that challenge.
Remy lifted her chin before stepping into the cubicle beneath the spray of hot water, closing the door behind her. Once her hair was wet and slicked back, she found the shower gel Sinclair was no longer using and squeezed some into her palm before returning it to the glass shelf.
Sinclair watched her warily, but didn’t speak.
Remy didn’t spare him so much as a second glance as she began to slowly soap and then caress her now-slippery breasts. She groaned as she pulled on her swollen nipples before one of her hands moved down to soap and then stroke and rub against the aching nubbin between her thighs.
Fuck!
Sinclair’s already engorged cock gave a throb when he realized exactly what Remy was doing.
He’d never witnessed a woman pleasure herself before outside of a movie or TV program, and then it was only as part of a role being played. But he had absolutely no doubt that was exactly what Remy was currently doing.
And it was hot as fuck!
Remy’s lashes were lowered, and she was groaning her pleasure as one of her slender hands cupped beneath her breast, the thumb and index fingers pulling on the engorged nipple.
The fingers of her other hand had parted the folds between her thighs and were now stroking her visibly red and swollen clit.
Sinclair had had at least a dozen sexual partners before his marriage, then been a faithful husband for fourteen years, but he knew he’d never seen anything as erotic as watching Remy as she lost herself in the throes of self-pleasure.
A part of him wanted to push her hands out of the way, put his own in their place, and finish giving her that pleasure himself. But he also didn’t want to stop watching her.
It was a pleasure she was deliberately showing him she was capable of giving herself after he’d denied her that release.
He’d done that as a punishment, as a lesson to Remy that he wasn’t going to fall on his knees whenever she asked, or ordered, him to.
Which she’d known, of course, and that was why she’d decided to turn the tables and punish him.
He really was going to enjoy every moment of spanking her delectable arse.
But first…
“Oh.” Remy gasped in surprise the moment she felt warm lips surround the nipple she wasn’t tugging on and squeezing, her breathing becoming ragged when that turgid flesh was sucked into the heat of Sinclair’s mouth.
She looked down to where he sat on the bench seat that ran the length of the back wall of the shower. His cock was long and thick, with a vein running the length of it to the bulbous and glistening top. His lips were no longer stern, but parted and wrapped around the whole of her nipple and areola, which were being sucked completely inside the heat and pleasure of Sinclair’s mouth. Pale blue eyes were looking up at her as he continued to suck just short of pain.
Remy stilled when one of Sinclair’s much larger hands left her waist to cover the hand between her thighs. His palm pressed against her fingers, encouraging her to continue stroking her clit.
Remy drew in a ragged breath as one of his long and slender fingers stroked and then breached the slick lips of her channel. Two of those wet fingers thrust inside before curling to caress what Remy quickly realized must be the elusive G spot some people said didn’t exist while others merely smiled smugly. Whatever it was, the press and stroke of Sinclair’s fingers against that collection of nerves sent Remy into an instant climax. Only Sinclair’s hand tightening about her waist stopped her knees from no longer supporting her.
Her back arched as wave after wave of pleasure unlike anything she’d ever known before coursed hotly through her channel to the rest of her body. Sinclair prolonged that ecstasy with his lips and teeth on her breast, the hard press of his palm against her pulsing clit, and the hard strokes of his fingers against that bundle of nerves inside her.
Remy was still lost in that body-melting pleasure when the water stopped cascading down on them and Sinclair tipped her over his thighs. One of his arms was like a steel band across her back, and his other hand landed painfully on her bare bottom.