Page 39 of His Secret Wish

With a great deal of reluctance, he lowered her to her feet. She ran her hands over his chest and abs. And then a little lower.

The back of her hand brushed against his cock, and he groaned.

“Shh.” She clamped her free hand over his mouth. “This only happens if you can be quiet. Can you be quiet?”

He nodded and licked her palm.

Goosebumps trailed up her arm, and she narrowed her eyes. He smiled, knowing she could feel the movement of his lips against her skin.

She stroked his cock in a slow and steady glide, the pressure just perfect, just how he liked. And the fact she remembered was mind blowing.

He pulled a breath in through his nose. She swirled her thumb over the sensitive head of his cock on the up stroke, and his eyes fluttered closed. A moan slid up his throat, but he swallowed it down. There was no doubt that if he made a sound, she would absolutely stop.

She’d done it before, had taken great pleasure in it at the time. He thought she might have a bit of an evil streak because she’d gotten great enjoyment out of denying him pleasure in the past. She’d always made it up to him, however. Usually in the most incredible ways.

Not that he was ever going to complain about their sex life. It had always been spectacular. And, sure, he didn’t have another frame of reference, but still. And even when they’d separated, he hadn’t been the least bit interested in being with anyone else. The idea of fooling around with someone else had always felt like cheating, even though he and Izzy technically weren’t together anymore. And that was something he’d never do to her. Or to their relationship.

“Turn around.” Her low, husky voice cut through his thoughts.

Without hesitation, he turned. The cold water from the shower head splashed against his chest, making him shiver. She slid her hands around his waist, scraping her fingernails across his skin. He shivered again, but for an entirely different reason.

She wrapped her hand around his cock, giving a rough, hard stroke. He planted his hands on the tiled wall, tipping his chin to his chest. A hum rumbled through him, quiet enough that he was sure she wouldn’t hold it against him.

Please don’t let her hold it against me.

She laughed softly, as if reading his mind, and pressed herself against his back. Her nipples dug into his skin, even through her soggy pajama top. He wanted to see, to touch, to taste them. To taste all of her. Right from the top of her gorgeous head, to the tips of her cute little toes.

Her hand slid up and down his cock, the rhythm getting faster and faster. His breath turned ragged, his skin electric. Pleasure skipped through him, sparking from cell to cell, lighting him up from the inside. She squeezed tighter. His hips flexed, pressing into her grip.

She trailed her other hand down to cup his balls, never losing her rhythm on his cock. Heat streaked through him. His hips bucked again, pushing against her hands and fingers. Wanting more, needing more.

“Oh, fuck.” The words escaped as a low groan. He’d wanted to hold them back, swallow them down, but he’d been unable to. He was sure no one would be able to hear, even if they were pressed up against the door.

She laughed again, the sound a touch evil to his ears. But she didn’t stop touching him, stroking him, and that was all that mattered.

“You going to come for me, Vida mía?” Her voice was barely a whisper against his back. He could barely hear it over the sound of the shower. “Come all over the place for me? Come hard?”

His cock pulsed. He loved when she talked dirty. It always sent a shot of adrenaline through his system. Made him even harder.

Another quiet sound escaped him. The tingle at the base of his spine made his muscles tighten. His hips rolled with her strokes, pushing and pulling him in and out of her grip.

She sped up her strokes, her hand making a smacking sound where it hit his flesh. His breath heaved in and out of his lungs. The muscles in his thighs locked, squeezing hard on his bones. She pressed her lips to his spine, trailing kisses up and down it.

The softness of the kiss, coupled with the squeeze and stroke of her hand, pushed him over the edge. He moaned low in his throat, driving his hips forward. The first hard spurt hit the wall of the shower, followed by the second. Every pulse of his cock sent more seed against the tiles. She continued stroking him, pulling every drop out of him.

When the last bit leaked out of his cock, his muscles unclenched and his shoulders sagged. He was grateful for the wall, since his shaky arms were the only thing stopping him from face planting into the tub. A tremble wobbled through him, and he blew out a breath.

It never felt that good when he did it himself. Which was fucking annoying.

She pressed another kiss to his spine and pulled her body away from his. The need to grab her, pull her back against him, surged through him, but he was too out of it to follow through. Maybe once his muscles were back under his control.

The curtain was pulled back, and he turned his head to watch her. She stepped out of the tub, soaked right to the skin. Her pajamas clung to her soft curves, her dark nipples poking through. His tongue tingled to have them in his mouth.

She grabbed a couple of towels off the small rack in the corner. The first one she wrapped around her wet hair. Then she peeled off her pajamas, dropping them on the floor in a soaked heap.

His mouth went dry. Just like it had last night. She was so fucking gorgeous. Her golden brown skin, her dark nipples, the small patch of dark hair covering her pussy. Every inch of her was perfection.

He hadn’t been lying when she’d mentioned her weight gain and he’d told her it made her even more gorgeous. The weight she was so worried about only highlighted her curves. Her curvier hips and belly only made her waist look smaller.