Take Me

She was a good girl who masturbated in the privacy of her own bathroom, not in front of a virile man sharing a tub.

But the hunger in Travis’s eyes told her she was doing everything just right, and somehow, Lily managed to stay the course, never forgetting for a moment that it was imperative to make herself come like a rocket while leaving Travis high and dry.

Lily shifted to let her br**sts surface again. “If you had gotten me my own room, we wouldn’t have this problem. I would have been able to masturbate in the privacy of my own bath, as often as I felt like it.”

A choking sound emerged from deep in Travis’s chest.

“You can leave if it’s making you uncomfortable,” she offered, knowing that a thousand horses couldn’t drag Travis from the tub.

“I don’t think so,” he said with a grin, which seemed a tad forced. She wondered what it cost him to stay on his side of the tub, when she knew he desperately wanted to suck on her ni**les.

“I’m happy to sit back and enjoy the show,” he added. “Unless, of course, you need some help.”

Lily smiled a purely feminine smile, even as she admired his bravado. “Now, Travis, you know that would be a strict breach of our agreement. Besides,” she added, “I can take perfectly good care of myself.”

With that she closed her eyes and spread her legs farther. She heard Travis switch off the jets. Knowing that he would be able to see everything she did to herself only made her wetter. She brought one hand up to fondle her br**sts while the other swirled her increasingly sensitive clit.

She had dreamed of Travis watching her touch herself, but knowing that he was in the room with her, smelling his essence was driving her positively insane. I’m in a bathtub with Travis, she marveled and the thought was so wicked, so delicious, that a wide smile curved across her lips.

Her womb felt heavy and thick, as if all the blood in her body was pooling between her legs. Spreading her legs even wider, she slid down another inch in the tub to give her fingers better access. She slipped them between her slick folds, past the tight entrance. She was incredibly aroused by Travis’s eyes on her, the pressure of his thighs and calves against her hips.

Her finger swirled in tighter and tighter circles, and she was about to open her eyes, to watch Travis’s face while she came just inches from him, when the water rippled across her br**sts and her eyes shot open. Travis was moving toward her, one hand reaching for her, the other pumping up and down on his shaft.

“Oh God, Lily, you’ve got to let me…”

Lily desperately wanted Travis to touch her, to run his tongue over her ni**les, to slip a finger into her.

But, much to her surprise, in that crucial moment, even more than she wanted him to give her sweet release, she wanted to see him beg.

Lily needed to see Travis suffer for wanting her like she had suffered for wanting him all these years.

Mustering up the courage of her own no-longer-latent sex goddess within, she put her foot in the middle of his belly, directly above the throbbing head of his glorious cock. “Stay over there,” she said as she pushed him back into the water with a splash.

His face was a picture of surprise, much like it had been in the airplane bathroom, and Lily had to swallow a giggle. It was time to finish what she started. Settling back against the edge of the tub, she stretched one leg out until the arch of her foot was pressed against the long, thick length of Travis’s cock.

Pulling up the knee of her other leg, opening herself wide to Travis’s astonished glance, she rubbed herself while gently rubbing her toes against the head of his shaft.

The heavy silence in the room was broken only by the sound of the water lapping against porcelain and their heavy breathing. Lily looked away from Travis’s mesmerizing eyes and focused on his penis, so glorious even underwater, velvety soft against the sensitive skin on the bottom of her foot.

She bit her lip and, on the edge of coming, moved her foot away and cried out at the thought of Travis ramming into her. He reached for himself, and she was undone.

Her head fell back against the thick tile rim. “Travis,” she moaned, as her hips bucked up in the water against her maniacally moving fingers. Her orgasm, while not as good as anything Travis had made her feel with his tongue and cock, was so much better than any orgasm she had ever had solo. She didn’t simply contract between her legs, she convulsed.

Travis panted, “Jesus,” and when she opened her eyes, Lily watched him come in thick spurts, the cords of his neck taut, his biceps flexed, his abs tensed into a perfect six-pack.

Get out of the tub, Lily, she advised herself silently. Get out of the tub, and it will be Lily, one, Travis, zero. But the combination of warm water with a huge orgasm was a powerful relaxation formula.

She so badly wanted to close her eyes and go to sleep.

Get up before he convinces you to go for round two. She couldn’t help it, she smiled at the thought of round two. And three. And four.

Get up before he punishes you for pushing him away.

Her eyes grew wide at that thought. In a flash, she was up and reaching for a cream-colored plush bath towel.

“Lily,” Travis growled in a menacing tone from behind her. She instinctively scurried to the door before she remembered that she was in control of this situation. Conjuring up a playful, unconcerned glance, she peeked at Travis over her shoulder, and said, “I’m starved, aren’t you?”

Travis’s eyes ran from her head to her toes, then back up. Lily’s blood rushed hot, but she pointedly ignored her arousal. “I’m going to get dressed and find a restaurant,” she said, heading into the bedroom without waiting for an answer, hoping that Travis hadn’t noticed the towel shaking in her trembling hands.

Why, oh why, did the first thing to come out of her mouth when she was stark naked in front of Travis be about food?

Lily sighed and dried herself off. Somehow she was going to make it through the trip. Either that or throw herself off the balcony, where she would surely crush a lovely rosemary plant when she fell.

Chapter Eight

Travis toweled off his hair with quick, angry strokes. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been left so unsatisfied by a sexual encounter. Lily was turning out to be one mean cock-teaser.

Either that or she’s just not that into you, buddy.

Travis stood up too fast and bumped his head on the marble counter around the sinks. He scowled at his reflection in the mirror. “Bull,” he said, before wrapping the towel around his waist. “She’s into me,” he stated, trying for a cocky grin, but it fell flat, and he knew it.