Free Eyes Wide Open: The Blackstone Affair, Book 3 by Raine Miller Page A

the softest sound in response. She started to lift her arms to me and I quickly backed off. “No.” I shook my head. “No touching me, baby. This is all for you. Put your hands out and press back against the tile, and stay like that for me.”
    I could see the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed at me, her eyes sparking a grayish-green that reminded me of the color of the sea on our run that morning. She moved into position and tilted her head back as well, waiting on me for the next command. Watching her submit to my direction did something to me. These games we played were like nothing I’d ever experienced before with another person. They also pushed me into realms of emotion I’d never desired before with anyone else either. Just her. Only Brynne got me to this place.
    “You’re so fucking sexy right now.”
    She shivered and tensed her hips when I said the words, flaring her eyes at me with more than a little frustration. I moved back toward her again and watcher her shake a little more and breathe heavier. “Please . . .”
    “Please what, baby?” I asked before flicking the tip of her other nipple with my tongue.
    “I need you to touch me,” she whimpered softly.
    I licked her nipple again, this time swirling around the dark tip in a circle. “Like that?”
    “More than that,” she panted, fighting to keep her hands flat to the shower tile.
    I moved to the other breast and plucked it hard into my mouth, finishing with a little pinch of teeth over her nipple. She went rigid underneath my touch and gasped out the loveliest sexual cry I’d ever heard, soft and abandoned and beautiful. “That’s a sound I like to hear out of your sweet mouth, baby. I want to hear that from you again and again and again. Can you make that sound for me one more time?” I clamped down onto the other nipple in the same way with my mouth and slid my free hand right in between her legs. “Oh, fuck, you’re so slippery, baby. Let me hear you!” I worked over her slick cleft, sliding back and forth on her clit until she melted there against the shower wall for me in perfect sexual submission.
    She made the sound for me again too.
    I kept my hand on her pussy and my eyes on her face, watching every exquisite flutter and undulation of her body as I made her orgasm. After a moment she lifted slow eyes to mine and kept them there. “That was fucking beautiful to watch,” I said.
    “I want this now,” she whispered, gripping around my cock and bringing it to slide against all that slippery, hot heaven between her legs.
    “Say it with words.” I pulled my hips back.
    “I want your cock inside me, deep.”
    “You do, hmmm?” I pressed inward, sliding my length back and forth along her pussy lips, working up a nice friction for me and round two for her.
    “Yes! Please!” she begged.
    “But you were a bad girl and took your hands off the wall. I told you to leave them there,” I said, still stroking in and out through her slick folds.
    “Sorry . . . I just couldn’t wait . . .”
    “You’re so impatient, baby.”
    “I know!”
    “What do you want from me now?” I asked, my mouth at her neck and my cock still moving slowly down below.
    “I want you to fuck me and make me come again.” She said it so soft, so pleading, like she really would be hurting if I didn’t fuck her. It flipped a switch in me when she said it like that. Gave me permission to take her further than we’d done before, to get more out of her. It was the best feeling ever. In the whole goddamn fucking world.
    “Put your arms around my neck and hold on.” I gripped under each of her thighs and lifted her up. “Wrap ’em around me, baby, so I can give you what you want!”
    She pressed her legs around my hips and her back up against the tile. She said my name. “Ethan . . .”
    “Yes, my beauty?” She panted at me. “You look so beautiful waiting for me to fuck you up against this shower wall. You love to be fucked on