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“Jovana!” She moaned my name at the same time. “Fuck!”
The way she was contracting, the way she was bathing me in her come, the way she was wrapped around me, her voice all I could hear, was sending me so far past the edge.
Jolts of shivers were moving through me, and with each influx, I felt myself empty into her.
A freedom that was so foreign yet so fucking amazing.
“Oh God,” I rumbled, hardly able to hear myself because her sounds were so loud. “Yes!”
We held each other.
We practically clung to one another.
“Grayson!”
And as my movements slowed, our shudders began to lessen, and our breaths became louder than our moans until there was silence.
Stillness.
And just small, quiet pants of air.
My face had somehow, at some point, moved into her neck and I pulled away, locking our eyes in the dark room.
She traced a hand over my cheek and across my lips. “You are”—she exhaled—“kind of epic at that.”
I laughed. “And last time, was that epic too?”
“Very much so. But this time was different in every way.”
I didn’t let that statement process.
It was too much.
Even now, even here, even after what had just gone down, I didn’t want to put my brain there.
“I need to get you in the shower. You’re full of me.”
“Are you coming in with me?”
I’d never showered with a woman. That wasn’t part of the normal process. I was usually long gone before that stage would even be considered.
But my skin was sweaty, and I liked the thought of having hot water wash my body.
I was even tempted at the idea of washing her pussy and then tasting her under the steamy spray.
“Would you like me to?” I asked.
She gripped me harder. “Of course.”
I inhaled the skin right beside her mouth, my eyes closing as the lavender and vanilla mingled in my nose. “Then let’s go get you wet again.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Jovana
“Mmm,” I moaned as I began to roll over in bed, the warmth of the morning sunshine hitting my face, the movement a reminder of what had gone down last night. My muscles were sore and there was a tenderness between my legs. My God, that man knew just how to treat my body. My eyes flicked open as I faced his side of the bed and I uttered, “Good morning—”
But my voice cut off as soon as I saw the dent in the comforter where he’d lain in a towel last night after our shower. There was also a dent in his pillow where his head had been.
