He doesn’t wait for an answer. And I don’t give him one. I’m too focused on his hands as they travel back down my sides, to the edge of my shorts.
When Hemi’s tongue touches my back, I lean further into the door for support. He licks all the way down my spine as he drops to his knees behind me. His fingers curl in the waistband of my shorts, dragging the material over my hips and down my legs, leaving me standing before him in only my panties and heels.
“You have a mouthwatering ass,” he groans, stroking one cheek with his tongue and then biting it lightly. I exhale, feeling more lightheaded than I did when we arrived. He eases the silk of my panties to the floor, running his hands back up the insides of my thighs. “And the most beautiful legs I’ve ever seen.” His hands stop just shy of where I’m beginning to ache. “Every time I look at you from behind, I want to come all over your ass and watch you shiver when it runs down between your legs. Like this,” he says, pushing my legs apart to trace a path from the base of my spine to the tops of his fingertips. But he stops when he’s so close. So close…
I feel a whimper build at the back of my throat.
“But not yet,” he says, dragging his hands slowly away, leaving me feeling empty and unsatisfied.
Hemi pulls me away from the door and opens it. A gush of steam wafts out from the sweetly scented interior. “Have a seat. I’ll be right in.”
I kick off my shoes and step inside the sauna, moving to the wide top ledge and sitting primly on the edge. When I look back toward the door, it’s to see Hemi stripping off his clothes and grabbing the ice bucket. His movements are quick as he steps into the sauna and turns to close the door behind him. It’s when he faces me, the ice bucket and some towels tucked against his hip, that I see what true masculine perfection Hemi possesses.
I’ve seen him mostly naked before anyway, at the beach and then again in the hotel. But to be able to look my fill, to see him standing before me wearing nothing but an intense look and the ink that I’ve helped apply to his skin is breathtaking.
My eyes travel from his square jaw to his wide shoulders and down his muscular arms. I make note of his flat, rippled stomach and his lean hips before my eyes pause on the excited appendage nestled between them.
I’ve seen a naked man in real life before, but never one like this. Never one so amazingly constructed. Or so…big. It gives me a thrill that Hemi is excited, very obviously so. His erection is long and thick and lies firmly against his lower abdomen, stretching all the way to his navel. My mouth goes dry just thinking about him trying to fit that inside me, but my body aches for him to try. And soon.
My gaze skims Hemi’s strong thighs before returning to his. “Don’t worry, little girl,” Hemi says hoarsely, “I’ll show you how to use it before the night’s over with.”
Heat gushes to the throb between my legs and I nod.
I watch as Hemi sets the bucket on the first ledge and kneels at my feet. He spreads out three thick towels on the wooden seat beside me. “Lie back on these. They’re softer,” he says, tucking one under his knees, too. When I do as he says, he reaches for the bucket, taking a bottle of water from inside it and twisting off the top. He takes a sip then throws a little on the hot coals, causing a burst of steam to fill the room. Then he turns back to me. Hemi holds the bottle to my lips and I lean up onto my elbows. “Drink. I don’t want you to get dehydrated.”
Doing as I’m told, I close my lips around the end of the bottle. Hemi tilts it up just enough that the cool liquid touches my tongue and then he lowers it. It tastes incredible—cold and refreshing, especially in contrast to the hot environment.
“More?” he asks. I nod and he tips up the bottle again, this time further, so I can get a bigger drink.
Liquid spills from the corner of my mouth and dribbles down my chest, leaving a cool trail behind it. I gasp at the shock of it.
“Cold?” he asks. I nod again.
Dipping his head, Hemi puts his tongue to where the drop stopped half way down my stomach and he licks its wet trail all the way back up to my throat.
“More?” he asks.
I nod yet again.
Hemi holds the bottle of water over my mouth without letting it touch my lips. He pours some onto my waiting tongue then lets some splash onto my collarbone. I suck in a breath as Hemi moves the bottle further, tipping it up and letting cool water cascade over my puckered nipple. It runs down my stomach to the crease of my thigh.
Pressing his lips to my chest, Hemi follows the liquid trail, licking his way down to my nipple and pulling it into his mouth. “Mmmm, doesn’t feel cold to me,” he murmurs around my flesh, sending chills down my arm. He gives my nipple one hard suck, letting it pop out of his mouth as he moves on down my stomach. “Let me check elsewhere.”
Hemi’s lips and tongue make their way down my body to the crease where my hip and leg meet. He delves his tongue deep into it, following it in toward the apex of my legs. I feel the heat of his mouth against my skin and I spread my thighs, craving closer contact. Craving Hemi.
“This isn’t cold at all,” he whispers. “But if you’re hot…and you need it to be cold…”
Reaching into the bucket, Hemi takes an ice cube and puts it in his mouth. I see him hold it there for a few seconds before the action of his throat tells me he swallowed. Then, parting my legs farther and using the fingers of one hand to spread my folds, he bends his head.
Pleasure floods me when he touches his cool tongue to me, swirling it over my clit and then down to thrust it inside me. It feels like he’s touching me with wet ice, burning-cold, wet ice. “God, I love the way you taste. Sweet, like honey.”
Hemi reaches beside him for the water bottle. Holding it over me, he pours cool water between my legs, letting it run all the way down before he laps it up with his tongue. The hot and the cold, the trickle of the water and the pressure of his tongue, I’m about to spiral out of control when I feel Hemi’s fingers, cool from the ice, enter me. Just once. One sharp thrust and then he withdraws them.
“You’re so tight,” he says against me. “And I’m gonna stretch you so much tighter,” he moans, bending back to me, his lips and tongue devouring me while he penetrates me again with his fingers. “This first time, I won’t go deep. I don’t want to hurt you. But the next time? Next time, I’ll show you no mercy. And you’ll love me for it.”