“I want to come all over that beautiful pussy,” Brian said in a low growl.
The water sloshed as he rose to his knees before her. He stroked his cock faster and faster, until with a startled cry he started coming. Myrna drew her hand away just in time. Cum splattered over her shaved mound and lower belly. “Oh God,” he groaned, tugging out one last spurt that landed on her inner thigh.
He collapsed against her, his face resting between her breasts. His fingers found the chains attached to her nipple clamps, and he tugged hard. Pleasurable pain shot from both breasts to Myrna’s throbbing clit. Her belly tightened with impending orgasm.
“You’re so sexy, baby. So sexy.” He kissed a trail down her stomach, his destination obvious. He licked her newly shaved lips, sucked on them, nibbled and kissed them until she was writhing uncontrollably.
When she was certain she would die from lack of fulfillment, he slid two fingers inside her.
“Oh,” she gasped, her hands flying to his scalp to press his head and encourage him to take her clit in his mouth.
He inched lower, but merely licked at her inner folds while he slowly drove his fingers in and out of her aching pussy.
“Make me come,” she demanded. “Please, Brian, I can’t stand it.”
He reached up, grabbed both nipple chains in one hand, and tugged sharply. Her pussy tightened around his fingers, but she didn’t fly over the edge.
“Brian, Brian,” she panted. “Help me.”
His tongue flicked her clit, and intense spasms of pleasure gripped her core. “Yes, yes, yes!”
“Say my name,” he said brokenly.
“Brian. Brian!”
He yanked her into the tub, water sloshing over the rim and spreading across the floor.
“God, I’m fucking hard as a rock again already,” he said in that sexy growl that made her crave another orgasm. “Why do you do this to me?”
“Because I get off on it,” she said with a giggle.
His fingers dug into her ass as he shifted her onto his lap, facing him.
“I need to be inside you, sweetheart.”
“Yes,” she agreed.
“Always inside you,” he said against her throat.
“You always are.”
With one hand, she helped him find her.
As he penetrated her inch by inch, he groaned. When at last he was buried deep, he said, “This is exactly where I want to be.”
Myrna rubbed her mound against him, wondering why she’d waited so long to shave it for him. She had a whole new area of bare skin to enjoy. “You feel amazing,” she said.
“Amazing,” he agreed breathlessly. “I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you too.”
He cupped her face in both wet hands and stared deeply into her eyes. “So fucking much?” he prompted.
She laughed. “Yes, I love you so fucking much.”
Grinning, Brian fumbled with a control panel on the edge of the tub, and the Jacuzzi jets roared to life.
“Hold on,” he said before scooting around the tub to sit cross-legged in front of a jet. “Tell me when you’re in a good position.”
“Let me turn around,” she suggested. She rose until his cock slipped from her body and then turned to face the side of the tub. She sank onto his cock again, her ass rubbing up against his lower belly. “Is that comfortable for you?”
He leaned back, relaxing into the water. “Feels great,” he said brokenly.
She started to ride him, the gushing water pulsing against her clit on each up stroke and each down stroke. Brian’s hands trailed over her wet breasts, while his lips brushed over her back.
It was too slippery in the tub to get a good rhythm going on her knees. “Where’s Eric when I need him?” she wondered aloud.
“Back on the tour bus where he belongs.” Brian grabbed her hips to assist her.
“Thanks,” she whispered as their combined movements brought her closer to her peak.
Brian kissed her shoulder and then sank his teeth into her heated flesh. Her back arched beneath his rough attention.
“We could call Trey,” he said matter-of-factly. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind making our wedding night rock.”
Myrna stiffened and stopped moving. “What’s that supposed to mean?” she said, her heart clenching in a bitter mix of anger and hurt and jealousy.
“I don’t want Eric to touch you, but if you crave more—”
She didn’t let him finish, but instead started to rise from the tub. He caught her around the waist and tugged her back down against him.
“I’m sorry, that didn’t come out right,” he said. “Our wedding night already rocks. We don’t need assistance from Eric or Trey.”
You’re goddamned right we don’t, she thought darkly. And she intended to prove it to him.
It took her a moment to clear her thoughts enough to finish what they started. She was pretty sure that Brian didn’t think of Trey in their bed as anything more significant than one of their sex toys, but she just couldn’t detach enough to think of Trey that way. And she knew Trey was emotionally invested in the act when Brian was involved. She couldn’t fathom how Brian managed to keep his feelings out of the mix. The guy normally tossed his heart around like a hacky sack.
Because her thoughts were racing with the perplexity of her husband’s complicated relationship with his best friend, it took Myrna forever to find release. Her clit didn’t stand a chance against the Jacuzzi jets no matter how hard she was finding it to concentrate. They reached orgasm together and then relaxed in the water to collect their breaths. Resting with her back against Brian’s chest, she traced the tattoos on his forearm with one finger. She wasn’t insecure about his feelings for her, but she definitely wanted to keep his attention, no matter what it took.