“Lean your back against the wall and rest your foot on the toilet.”
With the bathroom being small in size, Regan can do as requested without my hand breaking contact with her glistening slit. Thank fuck – as my fingers haven’t stopped pumping in and out of her the past five minutes, meaning her moans have ramped up a few decibels.
“Now open up your shirt. I want to see those gorgeous tits.”
Her wide eyes glide over my sweaty forehead, down my inflamed cheeks and across my bristle-covered jaw before she does as requested. Her delay didn’t stem from her concern I’m too injured to participate in a vigorous activity. She needed time to work out whether she wants to gift me the reins or not.
Her quick removal of her blouse proves she does, but her demand two seconds later reveals it is only a partial share. “Your turn.”
With a smirk, I grip the back of my shirt and drag it over my head. Because I’m reluctant to remove my fingers from her snug canal, my shirt puddles around my wrist, hiding the enticing visual of her bald pussy being claimed by my fingers. Caught up in the wickedness of our exchange, I remove my fingers from one warm hole, dump my shirt on the ground, then stuff them into an equally inviting location.
Regan balks for the quickest second when her seductive taste coats her tongue, but the husky purr vibrating my fingertips two microseconds later makes up for her shortage of eagerness.
“You taste too fucking good not to share.”
Stealing her chance to misread my comment—or hear the slur of my concussed head—I lunge for her mouth. As our tongues share her delicious taste, I toe off my shoes before tackling the belt holding up my trousers with the assistance of my erect cock.
With Regan’s help, they’re soon dumped on the sparkling clean floor beside our intermingled shirts.
“On or off?” I ask Regan after dragging my mouth from her kiss-swollen lips to lower my eyes to her fitted skirt.
When she peers at me, confused, I elaborate, “We’re taking this show into the shower. On or off.”
Her teeth graze her bottom lip, torn. She loves the idea of being taken so hard and fast, she doesn’t have time to remove her clothes, but she doesn’t want her prized possessions getting ruined in the process.
“Tick tock, Rae. My dick is aching for you.”
My comment makes her decision on her behalf. Her leap into my arms starts the process of her skirt being removed, so I add a few tugs to help it along.
By the time I switch on the shower faucet, it sits in shreds on top of my trousers.
“This better be worth it,” Regan snickers over my lips.
“You know it will be.”
To amplify the cockiness of my reply, I brace her back against the wall the water is spraying on, part her thighs with my hips, then drive home. Her eyes close as she struggles to contain the emotions fueling our exchange. Tonight, I’m not the agent who rushed in and saved her from a deranged stalker any more than she’s the lawyer who prepared to defend me from thugs when I felt like my brain was about to explode. We are a man and a woman unifying as one. We are even. Equal. Together.Complete.
After a few long pumps, I nip Regan’s nipple, returning her eyes to mine. She whimpers from the sternness of my bite. It’s more a cry of ecstasy than pain. Good. I don’t want to hurt her. I just want her to see what her honesty does to me. She could have lied earlier. She could have told me anything I wanted to hear just to ensure our exchange continued on the path it is, but she didn’t. She went for honesty. Now I need to do the same. . . after I’ve taken care of business.
I circle my tongue around Regan’s hardened bud before sucking it into my mouth. The hot water siphoning from the showerhead masks her floral scent, but her skin tastes the same. It is seductive and sweet and has my hips grinding upwards in quick, crafted strokes.
The louder Regan moans, the further her head descends into the water. Gushes of hot water trickle down her platinum hair, straightening her usually wavy locks before gliding across her collarbone and through the dangerous valley between her thrusting breasts.
I tighten my grip on her sharp hips before increasing my speed. I want to see her tits clap in reverence of our performance. The little jiggle and bounce routine they’re doing now is nice, but nothing will compare to seeing her body used as it was built for. She was designed to be fucked, and considering this is the first time I’ve taken her without clothing, I want to cherish every minute of it.
Within seconds, Regan’s breasts do the twirl/clap routine I was aiming for. Let me tell you, it is a fucking riveting visual. Her pert pink nipples sit high on the generous swell of her breasts, and the bloom across her chest isn’t solely compliments of the heat bouncing between us. I drive into her even harder, taking her to the very brink of ecstasy.
“Oh, god, I can’t fucking breathe,” Regan murmurs a short time later, her usually smooth voice hardened with lust. “I’ve heard sex can take your breath away, but this is utterly ridiculous.”
With her effort to suck in precious air hindered by the steamy conditions, I switch off the faucet and head to the main area of our hotel room. Not a step is taken without my cock impaling her in some way. We move from the bathroom to the bed without losing contact. . . until I place Regan on the bed.
“My turn.”
With her legs curled around my waist, she flips us over so she’s straddling my hips—a maneuver I’ve only seen in A-grade defense classes. I almost voice a protest, but the beautiful curve of her back steals my words. She thrusts her tits my way as she strives to find her rhythm. The rise and fall of her exquisite body as she rides my cock is a captivating visual. The way her stomach clenches with every descent and the sweat rolling from her neck to her breasts keep me enthralled for several long minutes.
I love that she’s confident enough to take charge, but with my night not starting as I would have liked, I need to bang my chest a little—assert my authority. So with that in mind, I execute the same maneuver Regan did on me ten minutes ago, except I keep the aggression on the downlow—although she doesn’t seem to notice that.
With a grunt, she flips me over once more, commanding the reins without a word spoken. Since we’re out of mattress, we land on the floor with a thud. Our brutal crash doesn’t deter Regan in the slightest. Before all the air in my lungs has vacated, she straddles my hips, guides the crest of my cock between the folds of her slick canal, then slams down.
