I smirked. “As you wish.”
My eyes rolled in the back of my head as I buried my dick inside her.Shit. She felt so good, so warm. So perfect. I held myself still, just so I could capture this feeling in my memories forever. The feel of her around me, the way we fit together.
As the storm intensified, our movements grew more frenzied. Slow and steady morphed into hard and fast as we raced toward completion. I felt her lips against my face, kissing my cheeks, my nose, my eyes, and finally my mouth. It was demanding yet relenting, give and take, push and pull. It was us, the way we’d always been with each other.
Albany fell over the edge first, groaning my name as she came. And I followed her over, my body shuddering my release.
I felt her pull away before I was ready to let her go, so I cradled her in my arms and stood. I expected her to buck against me, to demand that I put her down, to pretend that this didn’t happen. Instead, she kissed me.
“Take me inside,” she whispered against my mouth.
I smiled at her choice of words.
Giggling, she dropped her head to my shoulder. “I meant that literally, in every way you could imagine.”
Winking at her, I said, “Good to know.”
Chapter 13
Albany
Warning.
I pressed my hands against the cool gray tile and ducked my head under the rainfall showerhead, reveling in the feel of the hot water against my scalp, flowing down my back.
Danger.
The man behind me coaxed me to yet another orgasm with his fingers. One massive arm wrapped around me, holding me close to his hard body.
“Don’t stop.”
“Never,” he muttered against my skin, sinking his teeth into my shoulder.
Damn, I didn’t mean to say that out loud.
It was the truth, though. In this moment, when the storm was raging outside and inside, I never wanted him to stop. His hands were everywhere, gliding down my back, over my ass, cupping my breasts. His mouth … He was a wizard. He must’ve licked every inch of my body, kissed every wrinkle, every stretch mark.
And his dick … so thick, so hard. Admittedly, I hadn’t had a good look at it because I was preoccupied with how he filled me up. The perfect fit, like I was made for him and him for me.
Then, he was gone, taking the heat of his body with him.
Yes, I whimpered, reaching for him like a damn fiend.
Before I could turn around, he was back, pressing his erection against my back, assuring me that he wasn’t going anywhere. He flicked his tongue over the back of my neck, then kissed a trail of wet kisses over my shoulders.
My head fell forward on a sigh as Wes inched inside, winding me up again with his impressive fuck game. Time and experience had been good to him. Sixteen-year-old Wes was sweet, but he wasn’t like this Wes. Virile and demanding, yet gentle and giving. In a few short hours, he’d mastered my body, in every way I could imagine. We’d made love from the kitchen counter to the wall in the hallway, now in the shower.
After tonight, I’d never be the same. That much I was certain. But the past between us was complicated. My heart was under lock and—
I groaned. “Shit.”
He’d fucked me out of breath, because it was a struggle to take in air, to see, to hear, to feel anything but him. My knees gave out when he slammed into me hard. But he was quick on his feet, turning me around, lifting me up, and sinking inside again.
I cried out as pleasure rippled outward from my stomach to my extremities.
“So good,” he muttered. “Tell me …”
I knew what he wanted. I knew it the first time he asked me outside. Which was hot, by the way.
