Page 90 of Disgrace

She was inside the bathroom before she had even really thought about it. John stayed stone still as she slipped in behind him, and let her hands travel over his naked back. A soft, light touch that eased some of the tension in his muscles.

“It’ll pass,” he murmured.

His mood.

This nonsense.

Everything.

Siena nodded, and pressed a kiss to the spot between his shoulder blades. “It’ll pass, John.”

“You probably shouldn’t have come over here today.”

“Probably not. I needed to see you, though.”

“Worrying you, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“Sorry, mia cara bella.”

Siena smiled, and pressed her forehead to his warm back. His muscles jumped from her touch that time. “I always have you on the back of my mind, John.”

“Always have my back, too, huh?”

“Forever.”

“Sempre.”

And always.

John stepped into the walk-in shower, and Siena decided she didn’t like him being that far away in those moments. She wanted to be close to him for as long as she could. Quickly, she shed her dress, and undergarments. Stepping into the shower, she found herself tugged into John, and then his arms wrapped around her.

Water pounded down.

Steam wrapped around them.

The world stopped.

That was just fine, too.

It took only an innocent kiss to her forehead that led to another kiss on her lips which started an entirely different fire. One that stroked her from the inside out, the same way his fingers felt stroking her pussy when they slipped between her thighs.

Before she even knew what had happened, Siena was backed against the shower wall, and lifted from the floor. Cold tiles met her back, but she barely felt it at all. She was too focused on the way John’s mouth felt slipping down her throat. The way his tongue lapped at her skin, and his breath came out harder when his cock rubbed against her center.

One of his hands tangled into her hair, while his other kept her held up under the curve of her ass. His fingertips dug into her skin in the best way—a shock of pain that swam through her blood, but only made her want more.

“Love me, love me.”

It was as good as please, please to him.

She didn’t need to say more, or ask for anything else. It was only a quick shift of his hips, and her hand sliding between their bodies to line his cock up with her center. She took in one good breath before his cock filled her full.

She needed that breath.

He took the rest while he fucked her.

John kissed her again, then. All tongue and teeth warring. A hard kiss that left her lips numb, and her tongue tingling. She found he kissed the same way he fucked.