Free Rough Play by Keri Ford Page B

from him.
    “What brought you here?”
    She shrugged a shoulder. “Just ended up here.”
    “Something had to bring you here.”
    She cleared her throat, pulled her arms out, pushed up on all fours, and leaned over. All that hair was down, wet, half sticking to her skin. Strands reached down and tickled his stomach and chest. “Nothing in particular.”
    Even though he wanted to stay on this topic, he couldn’t not touch her when she was so deliciously in front of him. Naked. Wet. Body warm. And touching her shoulder led to more touching. The slick wetness of her skin encouraged him to touch more. To slid his hands along her sides and around the curves of her hips. Spread his fingers wide so his fingertips stroked her spine, thumbs caressed down her hips until he could cup her ass.
    She walked forward on her hands and knees, straddled his lap and lay back across his chest, face tucked along the crook of his neck. His very hard cock pressed against her. Then she made a sound. This sighing thing. He wrapped her in his arms. Liking her this way more and more. Soft and relaxed. Eyes drifting closed when she was normally so guarded. He rubbed up and down her back. Stroking from the tangle of wet hair over her shoulders, all the way down to the top rounded curves of her ass.
    She moaned. “This isn’t what we’re supposed to be doing in this tub.”
    He shook his head. “I know. You’re supposed to be rubbing my back.”
    She chuckled and moved. Every little inch she adjusted pressed along his length. Grinded against him. “I think we’re getting closer.”
    He relaxed as she kissed and licked at his shoulder, neck. “I guess it’ll have to do.”
    “Maybe we can have a re-do tomorrow and I can do your back then.” She nipped at the curve of his neck and he grabbed her by the ass hauling her more firmly against him, brought her knees up alongside his hips and seated her over his thighs.
    “We can try.”
    A warm smile glowed on her face as she pushed off his chest and sat up. Water dripped from her pink nipples and he leaned forward and caught one on his tongue. A hiss seeped out of her as he closed his mouth around the tip, drew her in and sucked the water off. Her breasts were larger than his palm. The weight heavy and full against his hands.
    She gripped him on either side of his head. Nails bit into his scalp, but the throaty pants were more than enough to make up for it. Flora was all woman and so different. And not just because of the needy way she thrust her chest to his face, or how her back arched, but just everything.
    From the simple way she slung her hair in a ponytail as she walked from his house to the concentrated way she focused her attention. Even with the guarded wall she’d built up around her, there was so much she couldn’t hide. The aggressive way she attacked and took what she wanted. She was a lot of woman and one he doubted he’d ever fully know.
    Not that he’d ever known much about anyone in particular, but with her he wanted to know more. Knowing he likely wouldn’t know every last bit of her chaffed a little, but then that was part of the fun too.
    She covered him and lowered herself down. One thing he wanted to uncover the most was why she was this aggressive person, but also gentle. While she wasn’t always gentle with him, far from it, but there was no missing the gentle way she was with her friends. The long tight friendship she spoke of. How was it this hard woman who kept him at arm’s length managed to lower her defenses enough to have those close friendships?
    Water sloshed against his chest, broke his thoughts. He blinked and shook his head. God, what the fuck was wrong with him? He had a beautiful woman flushed and across his lap and he wanted to know…hell, anything else?
    He gripped her hips and rocked her against him. An eyebrow lifted, her teeth raked her lower lip as she leaned forward, grabbed him by the shoulders and grinded down. Her breasts bounced in his face,