“If those are my only two options, I’m going with the dance, although it’s tempting to imagine you on your knees for me.” I nipped her throat. She moved her hips again, making my cock throb for her. “But if I’m allowed to be specific aboutanything...”
“Go for it.”
“I’m picturing you with your hands on the wall of the shower, your cheek pressed against the tile while I finally fill you with my cock.”
“Finally?”
“Finally. I remember being interrupted last time.”
“I hate it when murder interrupts sex.”
“Anyone with half a brain would.” I sucked on her throat again. I couldn’t help myself.
“What part of fucking me would help you?”
“It’s hard to explain.”
“Try.”
I took another deep drag of her scent. If I was going to be addicted to something, it might as well be cherries. “Sex is a carnal sort of possession. For the duration, you are entirely mine, and nothing exists for me but you. The combination of our scents lingers, as well as the knowledge that I’ve given you something no one else ever will again. Pleasure.”
“You’re going to make me all hot and bothered, talking like that.”
“It’s too late, Sugar. I can smell how wet you are from here.”
She parted her thighs, and I couldn’t stop the rumble that rolled through me.
It was the best fucking invitation.
I dragged my fingers over her clit before filling her with them. Her soft gasp and the small tilt of her head told me she approved.
Her legs opened a little wider.
“Did you think I was going to take my time with you again?”
“Maybe,” she breathed.
“Do you like it better slow and sweet?” I barely brushed her clit with my thumb, slowing down the thrust of my fingers before I drove them in more roughly, hitting her sweet spot with my knuckles and pressing down against her clit. The bed smelled of Harper, which was irritating, but I was trying to ignore it. “Or hard and fast?”
“Both?”
“Greedy, huh?”
“You say that like I’m the only one.”
“I remember giving you multiple orgasms the last time we were in bed together. I’d hardly call that greedy.”
“You can be greedyandan overachiever.”
“Can you?” I drove my fingers into her again roughly.
She moaned. “It smells too much like Harper in here.”
“Thought I was the only one who noticed.”
“Definitely not.”
Guess we were taking this to the shower after all.
