GetOn by Regina Cole

she could fall against the counter. “You have zero need to be
self-conscious.” He grasped her breast firmly, not enough to hurt but more than
enough to prove he meant business. “This body is incredible. Soft, warm curves
that drive me fucking wild.” He grabbed her hand and put it on his cock, hot
and hard and velvet-smooth in her palm.
    She stroked it as he caressed her breast, his thumb flicking
the hardened nub of her nipple. As the bathroom filled with steam, he bent his
head low and captured that bud in his mouth, lips and tongue caressing the
sensitive flesh.
    Mia tilted her head back in abandon, moving her hand slowly
along his shaft as he sucked on her breast. Biting her lip, she closed her eyes
and concentrated on the sensations. His mouth was so hot as he teased and
flicked her tight nipple, creating waves of sensation that shot straight to her
throbbing and moistening pussy. And his hard length in her hand—good god. She
moved her hand from the silky-smooth tip of him, along the shaft that pulsed
with want, down to the base surrounded by neatly trimmed pubic hair. His teeth
nipped her sensitive skin and she gasped, gripping his shaft harder in
response. He growled deep in his throat, and she took that as encouragement to
keep exploring his body.
    Her questing touch traveled along his shaft, to cup the twin
globes beneath, heavy with his desire. They overflowed her palm, so full, the
skin that covered them almost as soft as that of his cock head. She leaned
forward, forcing her breast harder against his mouth, so that she could reach
more of him. Just behind his sac, that little spot…
    When her fingers found it, he lifted his head from her
breast.
    “Jesus, Mia,” he groaned against her throat.
    She smiled, gently pressing high against the sensitive
point. “You like that?”
    “You’re about to see how much I like that.”
    He nipped at her throat before stepping back and breaking
their connection. He bent to the faucet again, adjusting the temperature of the
shower’s spray.
    Mia indulged her lusty fingertips and ran them lightly over
his body, anxious for more. She hadn’t been this horny for a guy since her
first-ever boyfriend. And even then, nothing they’d shared had come close to
what she felt with Garrett.
    Once he was satisfied with the temperature, Garrett
straightened and helped Mia into the tub. She tilted her face to the warm
spray, sighing in delight as the water ran down her skin. Garrett stepped in
behind her, his large body rubbing against her wet flesh.
    When she reached for the shower curtain to close it, his
hand closed over hers, stopping her.
    “What is it?” She glanced over her shoulder at him, taken
suddenly with how tall he was. God, when he stood straight up it made her feel
so small, so delicate. Like a fairy princess.
    He nodded toward the counter. “Look.”
    Mia did as he asked, her mouth forming a soft “o” as she
realized. The mirror. Large, extending the length of the bathroom, it presented
a perfect picture of their nude bodies.
    “You want to watch us?” she asked, looking at him in the
mirror. His nod was slow, emphatic.
    Never letting her stare leave his in the mirror, she turned,
kneeling slowly in the spray, her hair getting wetter and wetter as she
descended to her knees. Once there, she turned her attention to the heavy
throbbing cock in front of her. She allowed herself a small smile as she
gripped the shaft in one hand, cupping his sac in the other. And when her mouth
closed over him, she looked over from the corner of her eye.
    Garrett was transfixed, watching her in the mirror as she
sucked his cock. Hand and mouth moving in perfect rhythm, she took him deep,
her throat muscles gripping him as she gagged slightly. A heavy drop of precum
slicked the tip of him, and she drank it in with relish. Moving quicker now,
her tongue sliding up the thick vein on the underside, the suction making her
cheeks draw in with each thrust. Garrett’s gaze was