Page 25 of Darkest Kiss

"Because you may not remember tonight." His hands slide the soaked dress off my shoulders and down over my hips. He steps back and looks at me, at my naked body, and his expression does something complicated. “You’re going to remember the first time I fuck you.”

"Please?”

“I can’t touch you. But–”

I interrupt him by grabbing his shoulders and he flinches. I want to stop, to worry, to ask why he’s having that reaction. I’m not that strong. Surely I’m not hurting him.

“Please. You’ve got to help me.” I kiss him again, deeper, sliding my tongue over his. He tastes like mint and man and I can’t get enough.

When we break apart, I slide my hand between us, my fingers brushing his cock. He practically jumps away from me, his eyes going wide. “You really need it?”

“Desperately. Right now,” I pant. My breath hitches; I’m very close to tears. “Rian? I think I’m dying.”

“I’m going to take care of you, pretty girl.” He goes to his knees on the shower floor. The water runs over both of us as he grips my hips, running his hands down my thighs. He pushes me back a step until my ass hits a ledge that I can sit on.

Then he detaches one of the nozzles and sprays my inner thigh. It feels good, but I tense and laugh at the unexpected sensation. He puts it in my hand and gently guides my hand back and forth, teasing me.

"What am I supposed to do now?" I ask.

He looks at me for a long moment, his jaw tensing. “Use the water to get yourself off.”

My face flames. “Do people do that?”

“Yes.” He sucks in a breath. “Lean back, spread your knees, and use the spray on your clit.”

God, just hearing his directions makes my nipples pebble. I groan, sitting back and biting my lip. “Like this?”

I part my thighs and look at him. He swallows and gives a tight nod.

“Can you touch me?” My plea sounds silly and weak, but I need him. I’m dying for his touch.

“I’ll stay right here with you. Talk to you the whole time.”

I blow out a breath. "Fine. I hate that you’re being such a gentleman right now, though."

With that, I aim the spray between my legs. It takes a minute of adjusting my stance and using my fingers to form a V, exposing my clit to the water. But as soon as the water touches the achy nub, I gasp. It’s like a live wire, immediate and intense, pulsing waves into my pussy and dispersing those through my whole body.

“Omigod,” I gasp, tensing. “Oh, fuck.”

Rian leans in, riveted. “Tell me how it feels, Noemi.”

“So fucking good.” My mouth opens, my eyes close. “Mmm. I’m imagining it’s you making me feel this way.”

“I shouldn’t even be here. I shouldn’t be watching you right now. But fuck if I’m going to leave,” he grates out.

I shudder as the waves rock through me. Tensing, tightening.

“Will you kiss me?” I beg.

Without another word, he slides one arm around my back to support me so I don't slide to the floor. He kisses my lips ever so gently.

I fist his shirt, growling, and pull him closer. “I need more.”

"I've got you," he says into my wet hair. "Lean on me."

I plant myself against the solid wall of him and chase the feelings, shamelessly. He lets me. His hand stays spread flat and still on my lower back, his own breath gone rough in a way he can't hide. His soaked shirt is plastered to him. I can feel exactly how hard he is against my hip. When I shift to get closer, he makes a low, wrecked sound and won't let his hips chase mine.

"Rian." I turn my face into his throat. The friction of him, the spray, the fire under my skin, all of it winds tighter. "I need more."