He worked me slow and I stopped trying to hold myself together. The water streamed over us, both my hands on his forearm, my head on his shoulder. He stroked faster, fingers moving in a steady rhythm, and I felt it coming up on me?—
“I’m coming,” I gasped. “Oh god–”
“Good girl,” he rumbled. “That’s right. Come on my fingers, baby. Wanna feel you lose it.”
It hit me hard and fast and I grabbed his arm and cried out and he held me through it, his fingers slowing but not stopping, wringing every last bit of it out of me until I was shaking and limp against his chest. My hips thrust lazily in the aftermath, impulsive, as he reached out to turn off the water.
I turned just enough to blink up at him with bleary eyes. “Are we…are we done?”
He actually smiled at that, shaking his head. His fingers stroked over me again and I shuddered. “Oh no, baby…we’re just gettin’ started.”
He reached past me for the towel on the rack and wrapped it around my shoulders himself, tucking it in at my chest like I might not know how towels worked. I didn't say anything about it. All I could do was stand there like an idiot and stare at his cock as he toweled himself off, my eyes roaming over the shrapnel scars and the single tattoo.
When he finished, he hung the towel up on a hook, then took my hand.
I followed him down the hall.
I was still taking stock of this place, the space he'd lived in the whole time I'd known him. It was sparsely decorated, but lived in…but it also didn't feel like a home. Wyatt kept to himself enough is figured he would make the place he spent most of his time nice. But this was…
“On the bed, baby,” he said, bringing all my attention back to him. My eyes shot toward him, wide. “On your back.”
I didn't argue; in fact, a better description would be to say that Ithrew myselfinto the bed, still wrapped up in the towel like an idiot. I didn't realize how silly I looked until I was on my back, looking up at the most beautiful man I'd ever seen, who was staring down at me like a gift to unwrap.
He crawled over me…my whole body lighting up even at the slight shift on the mattress.
Then he put his hand on the towel and pulled the knot free.
He inhaled sharply at the sight of me—a body I'd always thought was too ordinary to be breathtaking—then his eyes flicked to mine.
“I'm gonna tell you what I wanna do,” he said, “and when you say yes, I'm not gonna stop making you come until the sun comes up.”
Oh my god oh my god oh my?—
I nodded.
“First…” he dragged his fingers down my sternum, voice rough, “I'm gonna suck on these beautiful breasts. Play with them until your nipples ache and your pussy throbs. I'm gonna hang onto these hips after and explore each and every curve. You got that?”
I nodded again.
“Then I'm gonna lick your pussy, Haven. Suck on your clit. Because I want you open for me, and orgasms are gonna help you get there. And while I'm down there, I'm gonna work my fingers into you…one, then two, then three. Maybe four, if you can take it, because I want you ready for me.”
“Wow,” I whispered.
He paused. “You okay?”
“Beyond okay,” I nodded.
His lips tilted in a half-smile. He crawled a little further, lowered himself down…his breath ghosted over one nipple and it went taut, so tight it ached.
“Don't know if I'm gonna fuck you tonight,” he said. “But if I do…you on the pill?”
That was a hard question to answer.
It shouldn't have been. I should have immediately said no, because I'd been too busy with school and work and I'd fallen off on taking it six months ago. It wasn't honest for me to keep that from him.
But again, like an idiot, I nodded.
“Yeah.”
