Climax

Angelina's POV

His command sent shivers of anticipation down my spine. Without thinking, I placed one foot into the lukewarm bath water, then another.

He placed his legs apart, and I settled in between them, facing him. The water was beginning to soak my dress, and my skin shuddered with the cold, but I didn't care.

"I'm going to kiss you, Angelina." He murmured. "Now, you have to stay still, or I'll stop."

"O...okay."

But when his lips touched mine, it was unlike anything I'd ever known. Even with him. This kiss was raw at its most basic. His hands curled around my wet waist and pulled my body into his while his tongue begged for entry into my mouth. I gave it to him.

From the first slide of his tongue against mine, the hotness he sparked in me burned through my body. I could feel my cunt starting to get wet, even with the water that surrounded us. 

It was too much, but not enough, and I whimpered as I twisted against him, wanting to get closer. He groaned loudly, and one hand moved down to cup my ass, massaging me and causing me to claw at his chest.

"What did I say about staying still, Angel?" He huffed against my neck.

"I'm sorry, Mr Ashton."

His attention shifted from my very kissed lips to my boobs, swelling through my dress and pressing against his solid chest, and to my pale legs, which fit snugly between his longer, harder ones. 

My entire body seemed to burn for him, quivering to life in surprising places. I circled his neck with my arms, fingers sliding into the long, springy and soft hair at the back of his head. 

And then I totally forgot about anything but the feel of his hand as it slipped downward to cup one of my boobs through the wet, clinging fabric of my dress. 

Startled by my body’s instant response, I stopped kissing him for a moment to concentrate on the sensations he created with his talented fingers. 

"Oh....fuck!" I moaned.

I was aware of a sudden urge to look down and see if I was still wearing clothes. He seemed completely unhindered by my wet dress, nor by the water in the bath, as he circled and kneaded my swelling boob, the heat of his palm penetrating the fabric.  

I pressed myself more fully into his hand, my own hand moving away from his hair to splay across his broad back. Slowly, deliciously, I slid my palms down the length of his spine, loving the solid, strong feel of him. 

He shuddered. "Keep doing that, girl, and I might just tear your clothes apart and fuck you raw."

His words stole the response from my lips. Deep down, I wanted him to do just as he'd promised.

Mr Ashton found the fastenings at the back of my neck that held my dress together. Before I knew it, I felt cool air on my bare shoulders, then lower as the dress opened beneath his fingers. He dropped his head to kiss the delicate line of my shoulder, sliding the garment with leisure down my lowered arms to my fingertips.  

"I want to touch you," I whispered. "Please, Mr Ashton."

"Try that again," he murmured. "This time, call me Kade."

"I want to touch you, Kade."

"No." He growled shortly. "I don't think I'd be able to control myself if you do."

Grabbing the sleeves of my dress, he tied them around my wrists, holding me securely. I felt frustrated knowing I could not touch him.

Leaving my hands bound by the wrists, he stroked the length of my arms from wrist to shoulder and back down before moving to my chest. 

And soon, his mouth was on the top curve of my boob, warm and moist and deliciously arousing. Desire rammed through me as I shut my eyes tight, relishing in this forbidden yet erotic pleasure.

I tried to free my hands, but he had snagged my wrists so tightly. He leaned forward as he kissed me, pressing me backward until I lay on the other end of the bathtub, and he towered over me.

His large body blocked the overhead light of the bathroom, and all I could see was his wet, dark hair, his glowering eyes and the cross pendant that dangled from his neck.

Without giving me time to react, he took advantage of my position to palm my upthrust boobs, cupping the sides and pushing gently inward before burying his face between them. 

He worshiped me with his hot breath and lips, and his teeth and tongue, brushing, rubbing, nipping and licking until I thought I would scream if he didn’t stop teasing me.

I arched convulsively upward, crying out breathlessly when he responded by taking one of my nipples deep into his mouth, suckling it thoroughly before repeating the hot attack on the other.  

His hand left my breast and smoothed down my ribs, then my belly. He stopped when he reached my cunt, simply resting his palm over it for long, frustrating seconds. I felt the heat from his hand flow into my body and I lifted my hips in silent invitation. 

God, I wanted him to touch me between my legs again. I wanted him to fuck me without holding back. It was all I was able to think of ever since that first night in his hotel room.

He smiled against my mouth and began to gather my dress in his hands.

When he had the bulk of it bunched around my hips, he broke our kiss and began to lick and suck his way down my body, leaving my neck, suckling my boobs again, pushing my pink dress higher still and dipping his tongue into the tiny well of my belly button.

Then he paused and raised his head. "We have to drain the water first."

Turning away from me, he reached for the drain plug. I watched the strong muscles of his back flex as he pulled out the plug, and all the water in the bath drained out.

I started to tremble with anticipation as he turned back to me and came closer. His mouth found my body again and moved lower and lower. If he was going where I thought he was going, this was going to be even better than I had expected.

I’d thought about it—a lot —wondering what the heat of Mr Ashton's....of Kade's mouth might feel like against the delicate, sensitive skin between my legs. 

I gave a small gasp as his tongue slipped under the elastic on the waistband of my g string. He looked up at me, a smile on his face. I knew he could feel me trembling. He knew exactly how excited I was.

“You like this, Angel?" He murmured against my body.

“I don’t know,” I said before I could stop myself. “I’ve never done it before."

I lifted my hips as he pulled my g string off. He threw the tiny piece of fabric aside, then pushed my legs wide and settled between them. Here again he took his sweet time, kissing my thighs, my knees, anywhere but my pussy. 

Why was he teasing me so much?

I desperately wanted to push my pussy into his mouth, but I knew that would only amuse him even more.

“You’re so pretty down here, Angel. I bet you taste good, too."

I held on to the sides of the bathtub for dear life as he lowered his face toward my pussy. I felt his breath against my skin, then I gave a low, deep moan as his tongue lapped against my pussy for the very first time.

"Fuck!" I screamed and twisted under his mouth.

He laughed against my most tender flesh and licked me again. "Stay still, Angel."

It was incredible. Indescribable. Hot and wet and soft and hard all at once. He settled in, sucking my clit, teasing my folds, pushing his fingers into my pussy, while making my clit pulse with each stroke of his tongue.

I moaned and lifted my hips and drove my fingers into his hair and trembled with my approaching climax. Then he gave my clit one last suck, and I fell apart, squirting directly into his mouth.