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“What are you doing to me?” I cried, changing my grip to his shoulders, which I began to dig with my nails. “You’re going to make me—”
“Come.” He swapped sides again, surrounding my nipple, mumbling, “Now.”
I was already there.
The tingles were in my clit.
My stomach.
Shooting higher as he thrust his fingers in and out of me.
But there was something about him demanding orgasms from me and the way he voiced those orders that sent me right over the edge.
I clung to his upper body, sucking in as much air as I could hold, and I braced myself as I was hit with the first wave of shudders. “Ah!” I gasped. Again. “Fuck!”
“That’s it.” His voice practically licked me. “Oh fuck, I can feel it.”
I was gone.
Floating in crests of intensity, and each one that pounded through me became more intense.
“Grayson!”
His hand didn’t slow.
His tongue didn’t halt from lapping my nipple.
If anything, he was moving harder.
Faster.
Working the layers of spasms through my body until I completely stilled.
I drew in a breath.
My skin, my body, my insides—afire.
“There’s nothing as sexy as watching you come.” He pulled me off the wall and lifted me again, placing me on top of the granite bench. It was on the far side of his shower, away from the heads. “Get on your knees.”
The bench wasn’t high enough for any other position; doggy style was the only way this would work. But before I flipped over, I ran my hands up his hard, etched thighs and licked the tip of his dick, where a bead of pre-cum was waiting for me. My palms pushed higher, tracing his happy trail, rounding each of his abs, all the way to his defined chest.
Even the hair on his body was incredibly erotic.
“You’re fucking killing me, Jovana.”
“You’ve waited this long. What’s another few seconds.”
He leaned down and slammed our mouths together, the taste of his tongue as warm as the pre-cum I’d just swallowed. And while he kissed me, he lifted me by the armpits, getting me into a standing position so it would be easier for me to kneel once he pulled away.
Which he did.
And growled, “I can’t wait a second longer.”
I smiled as I climbed onto the slick bench, holding the edge where the stone wall met the glass. He was there, without hesitation, poking at my entrance. As he pushed in, dipping to his tip, I reached under and cupped his balls.
“Goddamn it,” he hissed. “You feel so fucking good.”
I glanced over my shoulder, and his expression filled with hunger and need. “Was I worth the wait?”
