Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Luke groans low in his throat, and suddenly, I have a different idea. I slide my hand lower, ready to take over what he’s doing to himself. My hand wraps around his. The other stays at his happy trail, the smattering of hair calling to my senses. I love that he has hair on his chest and stomach.
“Fuck, Shae.” He pulls off my lips. His head dips downward, watching us work together. “This isn’t fair, baby girl. I can’t do shit to return the favor, yet here you are, giving me this.”
“Show me what you like, please.” I’m tempting him with my words. His breathing becomes ragged while he works our combined hands at a faster pace.
“What you’re doing, right here, it’s fucking perfect. You’re perfect, and the minute you’re better, it’ll be my hands on you repaying the favor.” His hips rock back and forth, further fucking himself, and I really want to ask him to remove his hand so I can truly feel him.
“Will you let me take over completely?” I ask. His hand is still cupping my neck, his eyes sweeping back and forth between my eyes and where we’re connected.
“Shit, you’re trying to make me get off faster than I want, baby girl. Still doesn’t seem right. You helping me when I can’t reciprocate, and I know you’re wet, Shae. I can smell you. Your scent, it’s making me lose my mind,” he utters between each roll of his hips. The texture of him is a contradiction—his cock is hard like steel yet feels like velvet.
“Then maybe it’ll give you some relief to know the reason my shower took so long is because I had to take care of myself, too. Your showerheads really are amazing.” I barely get the words out before he’s got both hands cupping my neck, his eyes locked on mine. I could drown in them. Through it all, I keep working his cock like he did.
“Goddamn it, baby girl. You’re trying to wreck me,” Luke groans. “Hold me tighter.” He’s guiding me like I asked him to. My grip tightens, and my thumb sweeps along the tip, coating the head with his precum. I’d get on my knees before him, except that might be pushing the limits, and I really don’t want him to stop.
“Much like you, I know what I can and can’t have right now. Your cock inside me might be one of those, but it doesn’t mean I can’t work around it.” I should be bolder, but I’m losing my train of thought when he tips our heads downwards to watch as he gets closer.
“Did you play with your clit, Shae? Did you run the shower head up and down your pretty, little pussy imagining it was my mouth, my fingers, or my cock?” It’s clear Luke has no problem talking while on the verge of orgasming. As for myself, I can’t say the same. The motions of his hips and my hands get sloppy, and his breathing is more rugged than before.
“Answer me, baby girl. What did you imagine while getting yourself off?” Luke is a talker during sex, an experience that has me clenching my thighs together, trying to push the ache away, and it’s him who’s building it inside of me.
“I imagined you were on your knees.” I close my eyes, taking a deep inhale. Luke’s skin flushes a deeper color.
“And what was I doing?” I can’t keep the whimper from my lips. Luke’s ab muscles contract with each thrust into my fist.
“Your mouth. God, Luke, it was your mouth on me.”
“Elaborate, baby girl. Let me imagine it with you while I come all over your hand.” I’m unable to hold back. There’s nothing hotter on this earth than watching a man come undone because of you.
“You licked me. Your tongue swirled around my clit, hands gripping my ass cheeks so hard there were marks left the next day. It didn’t take long, not when you wrapped your mouth around me, taking deep pulls. Your fingers edged deeper until I felt the rasp along my flesh, and then I fell apart, screaming your name.” Luke’s control vanishes. His hands leave me, his head tips back, and he comes on a long, deep, rough moan. Through his orgasm, I don’t stop my pace, keeping it up as he chases his high, only stopping when his hips settle down and a hiss leaves his lips.
“Never going to forget what you gave me, and I look forward to playing out your time in my shower, Shae.” He drops a kiss to my lips, moves to where he has a towel hanging, and cleans me before taking care of himself.
“I think I might need that nap, after all.” I’m getting hit with a wave of tiredness that I didn’t see coming.