Ella Frank - Exquisite

Lena didn’t know when she’d come up with the idea to turn the tables on him, but now as she leaned back in the tub and she could see him standing in the shower stroking his hard cock she had to admit, the idea had been pretty fricking amazing. He was looking at her with such intensity she was sure he was going to come around the glass to get her but as he watched her with heavy hooded eyes and stroked his hard flesh with his hand he licked his bottom lip and waited. She’d decided in her mind if she was going to do this she would not chicken out. So as she looked right at him she lifted her left leg up to the edge of the bath and slid her hand down onto her chest fingering her nipple.

It was amazing how much could be said in dead silence because she could almost hear Langley shouting at her not to stop. She watched him stroke faster as she teased and moaned softly in her throat. Licking her lips and sucking a few drops of moisture inside she lifted her gaze back to the hot horny man watching her, and found she was so turned on she didn’t even care that she was masturbating in front of him. She looked at his hand as he slid it up and down his hard cock then watched as be brought the other hand up to brace himself against the glass.

Mason was about to explode. Literally he could feel the blood rising in his cock and head and he was going to explode in one hot mess. Lena was lounging back in his tub tugging on her nipples with one leg up on the side showing him the best view in the whole entire world. Her eyes were locked with his at the moment and when she smiled at him with the sexiest, cheekiest look he’d ever seen, his eyes dropped down and watched her hand dip below the surface of the water. He was starting to curse the fact that he couldn’t see below the water until he heard a loud cry echo through the bathroom. His eyes flew up to her face and her mouth was parted and her eyes were clouded as she bumped her hips up and ground her hand down. He was so fucking turned on he was surprised he hadn’t pulled his cock off. He was tugging on it so hard, watching her pleasuring herself that he’d stopped giving a shit about how hard he was pulling and was only interested in release. He let out a groan as her eyes stroked down over his body and zeroed in on his cock. She lifted her free hand to pinch a nipple and moaned loudly. Then she started really thrusting those hips of hers and he knew she was close. He stroked in time with what she was doing and when she screamed out it was his name that flew off her lips and that alone made him explode all over the glass shower wall.

Lena kept her eyes closed for a moment and let her breathing calm. She felt amazing. She couldn’t believe what she’d just done and when she heard the shower turn off she held her breath and opened one eye. Mason walked over to the towel bar snagged a big white fluffy towel and wrapped it around his lean hips. Then he ran his hands back through his hair and his eyes found hers. With nothing to cover herself she tried to remain dignified by sliding her leg back down into the tub as she watched him walk toward her. When he got to the spot where her head was he stopped, and remarkably kept his eyes on her face.

“Well doctor. I have to say that was quite a prize you gave me,” he paused then added, “And yourself.”

Lena looked up at him and licked her bottom lip suddenly feeling very naked and extremely exposed. “I’m glad you liked it.” she muttered and sucked in a deep breath when he leaned over and whispered in her ear.

“I fucking loved it.” then he brushed a kiss to her temple and strolled out of the bathroom.

Lena watched him slowly close the door and silently thanked him for giving her a minute to collect herself. Picking up the soap she did a quick once over then hopped out tugging the plug out to let the water drain. Spotting a huge robe on the back of the door she dried herself and put it on. There wasn’t much she could do with her hair, so once she wrapped the towel around it she opened the bathroom door and walked out. She didn’t find him in his bedroom but instead heard movement in the kitchen. Making her way out there she saw him at the stove with a fry pan. He was cooking for her, she smiled and made her way over to the bench that had two stools under it facing the kitchen area. Sitting down on one she watched as he turned around and smiled. He’d changed into loose grey track pants and a white shirt. His hair was still damp and he’d obviously just left it after pushing it back with his fingers. The total package was amazing.

“An omelet?” he asked maneuvering the fry pan so the egg could flip.

“That’d be great.” she paused then continued, “ I hope you don’t mind I borrowed your robe and towel.” she said pointing to her head.

“I don’t mind and you look adorable.” he turned back to the stove and Lena could feel a frown on her face.

“Adorable? Like a baby or say a kitten?”

He reached up to a cabinet to his left, grabbed a plate and plated the omelet. He turned back to her and pushed it over with a smirk on his face.

“Sure. Or adorable like a woman who just had a very satisfying orgasm, either way.”

Sputtering a little she accused, “You did to.”

He cracked an egg into the silver bowl and added some chopped tomato then ham and looked up at her with a pout. “And am I not adorable?”

Lena snorted in a very unlady like fashion and shook her head. “You’re an idiot.”

He whisked the mixture then poured it into the fry pan. “Thank you, but you didn’t answer me, am I not adorable?”

This time he fluttered his lashes and it looked so ridiculous on such a big masculine man she couldn’t help but laugh at him.

“Oh Langley. I can think of many adjectives to describe you but I’m sad to say adorable is not one of them.”

He flipped the omelet over then leaned against the stove, “Oh yeah? Give me one of them.”

“I’m not feeding your ego.”

He raised his eyebrow and his voice dropped low, “Trust me you feed it earlier by screaming out my name when I didn’t even touch you.”

Lena’s mouth feel open and she shook her head. “A gentleman would never mention something like that.”

He reached up grabbed a second plate, plated his omelet then walked around to sit beside her passing her a fork. He grinned and those mischievous dimples appeared.

“Good thing I never claimed to be a gentleman then.” he nudged her shoulder and said softly, “Eat Lena O’Donnell, you hot sexy woman.”

Lena smiled and ate every last bite.

Monday morning rolled around and Lena found that she was in an exceptionally good mood knowing it had nothing to do with work, and for the first time she could recall, everything to do with her personal life. She was finally seeing someone. It was hard to believe that it was one of Chicago’s most eligible bachelors and honestly she still was waiting for him to call her and say, oh hey sorry but one of the models I dated last month is in town and I wont be able to see you tonight. However, so far he’d not done that and he continued surprising her. After their meal on Saturday they’d sat down and watched an old black and white movie then he’d told her needed to go into work for a few hours. He’d dropped her home, still dressed in his bathrobe and had given her the sweetest kiss she could imagine then left. She figured she wouldn’t hear from him, until she was forced to call to give him back his robe, but he’d surprised her by calling Sunday morning to see how she was and what she was doing.

Lena just couldn’t get over the fact that she was she supposed, dating Mason Langley. She was number thirty four. Smiling a little to herself over that she sat down at her desk and turned her computer on. She was just about to reach over and call Shelly when she walked through the door.