Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 88270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
He sucks my breast first, bending down with a hungry growl, his mouth hot and insistent as he takes one nipple between his lips. His tongue swirls rough and wet around the hardened peak, teasing in slow circles that send jolts of pleasure shooting straight to my core, pulling a sharp cry from my throat. My hands fist in his wet hair, fingers tangling in the slick strands, pulling him closer as if I could merge us together.
His stubble grazes my sensitive flesh, a rough scrape that heightens every sensation. He switches to the other breast, sucking, drawing it deep into his mouth with relentless suction, his teeth nipping just enough to make me gasp, a delicious edge of pain that sharpens the ecstasy. My body arches into him instinctively, pressing closer.
He kisses down my body then, his lips leaving a trail of fire along my collarbone, soft and lingering at first, then firmer as they skim over the sensitive curve. Water streams down between us making every touch feel amplified. He presses deliberate kisses along my ribs, each one teasing, drawing out shivers that race across my skin. His breath fans hot against me as his mouth traces down my stomach, nipping lightly at the soft flesh there. His hands slide up my thighs, fingers digging in just enough to part them wider.
Dropping to his knees, he starts to eat me out.
His mouth finds my center with unerring precision, lips sealing over me as his tongue delves deep, exploring with long, slow strokes that lick me clean and send jolts straight through my core. My legs buckle instantly, knees weakening under the assault, but his hands grip my ass firmly, holding me steady against the wall. He sucks on my clit then, drawing it in with gentle pressure at first, then harder, his tongue circling and flicking in a rhythm that's relentless and perfect. Stars burst behind my eyes, pleasure coiling tight in my belly, building layer by layer until it's almost too much, my moans echoing off the steam-filled walls.
Then he fucks me against the wall in the running stall, rising up in one fluid motion, his body pressing close as the water beats down on us. His cock is hard and insistent, nudging against me before he lifts one of my legs around his waist, hooking it securely. He thrusts into me with a deep groan that echoes off the marble, filling the space like thunder, the water cascading over our joined bodies like a baptism of sin, washing away any last hesitation. I'm dizzy from it all, the world spinning in a haze of steam and sensation as he pounds into me, deep and rhythmic, each drive claiming more of me. He fills me completely for the first time, his size stretching me in ways that border on pain but tip straight into ecstasy, a delicious burn that makes me gasp. My nails dig into his shoulders, scraping down his back as I cling to him, nearly screaming with each powerful thrust, the wet slap of skin on skin mingling with the shower's constant roar, amplifying the frenzy.
When I come, it's shattering, waves of pleasure crashing through me in relentless pulses that start deep and radiate out, my body clenching around him like a vise. Cries tear from my throat, raw and uncontrolled, as ecstasy blinds me, vision blurring under the onslaught. And so does he—his release hot and deep inside me, flooding me in thick spurts that I feel every throb. His groan muffles against my neck, hot breath fanning my skin as he thrusts one last time, hard and final, our bodies locking in that trembling union, shuddering together under the endless spray.
For a while, seconds, minutes, hours, we are locked together. One animal.
Then we have sex again—raw and urgent. This time, no preamble, just need crashing over us endlessly.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
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Itake her with me out of the stall, my hand wrapped firmly around her wrist, her skin slick and warm from the lingering heat of the shower. Steam clings to us like a thin veil as I lead her across the tiled floor.
There are no words in my head.
I towel her off first, grabbing the plush bath sheet from the rack and draping it over her shoulders. I pat her dry. Her breasts feel heavy in my hands through the towel, nipples pebbling under the material. She's quiet too, her blue eyes wide and dazed, meeting mine with a vulnerability that twists something deep in my gut, stirring the hunger all over again. I haven't gotten enough—far from it; those quick, frantic fucks against the wall were just the first sparks, igniting a roaring need that demands more. The need is now like an open wound, raw and exposed.
I crave more.
So, after toweling her with slow drags over the swell of her hips and gently between her thighs, her breath hitches at the contact. My fingers interlace with hers, then I pull her through the doorway into the bedroom. In the moonlight her skin looks ethereal, almost as if lit from within. I push her down on the mattress and hover over her. The faint scent of her perfume lingers on the pillows.