Page 120 of Teach Me Your Ways

“Hey there.”

I took a moment to soak in the sight of him. All muscle and water droplets dripping down his torso. A couple drops of water ran down his chest and over his flat stomach. God, he was beautiful. I moved closer and ran my hand over his broad chest. The feel of his nipple hardening under my touch gave me a thrill. It was going to be different this time. We were going to be lovers, not just fuck buddies. And I was excited.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the shower with him. The warm water rushed over us as he pressed his body against mine. My mouth parted as our lips met, tongues tangling in a sensual dance. His hands slid down my sides and reached around to grab my ass, making me yelp. He jerked my naked body against his.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he murmured between kisses, nibbling on my earlobe as he pushed me against the tile wall. “You look so fucking hot.”

I moaned softly at the sound of his voice in my ear, his words sending shivers through my body. Sliding one hand around to his neck, I pulled him tighter against me while reaching down to wrap my hand around his hard cock. He growled low in his throat and leaned down to capture one of my nipples between his teeth, sucking hard enough to send jolts of pleasure straight to my core.

He groaned into my skin, moving his hand to my inner thigh. He slid his hand up and covered my sex. The heat from his palm had my body trembling.

His fingers found their way inside me. I gasped as he thrust them in and out, finding my G-spot and hitting it perfectly. I rocked my hips against his hand, wanting more. He pulled back and lifted me up, his other hand on my ass. His cock was pressed between our stomachs, rubbing against my clit with every movement we made.

He took my mouth in a deep kiss as he sank to his knees in front of me. “You taste like honey,” he murmured against me.

I groaned softly as Grady’s warm breath fanned over my sensitive skin, sending shivers down my spine. When I felt his tongue tracing the outline of my clit, I writhed against his touch. He slid his hand down to caress my wetness, rubbing it against my opening before pushing one finger inside me. I bit down on my lip to stifle my moan as pleasure coursed through my body. My head rested against the wet shower wall.

His tongue swirled around my clit, driving me wild with need. I clutched at his shoulders, digging my fingers into his skin as I tried to hold on to the exquisite feeling. As he continued to tease me, I came undone in his mouth, crying out.

He kissed and licked every inch of me, showing me how much he loved the taste of me. It felt like he was taking his time, savoring every drop of my arousal like it was the most precious thing in the world.

“Grady,” I breathed out, my entire body still trembling with the aftershocks of my orgasm. I would have slid to the shower floor if he didn’t stand up and hold my hips.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured.

He planted kisses along my jaw and then my neck. I was trembling. He rocked my world.

“My turn,” I said.

I slid down his body, kneeling in front of him with my back to the shower spray. “Cece, what are you doing?”

“I think you know.”

I had been dying to do this since that night in his office. I wrapped my hand around his thick shaft and licked across the head. He groaned loudly at the contact, grabbing onto the shower wall behind him for support. His cock was thick and hard in my mouth. I took him as deep as I could, loving the way he felt on my tongue. He thrust upward gently, filling my mouth with his length as I bobbed up and down in perfect rhythm with him.

His fingers curled tight against my scalp as he moaned. His hips moved faster, powered by our mutual need. In response, I increased the pace of my bobbing, matching him stroke for stroke until we were both panting and close to the edge. I grabbed his balls, gently tugging as I sucked harder. I fought the urge to gag and stayed put.

“Cece, I’m almost—” His voice was urgent.

I knew what he was trying to say. I was fully prepared to stay right where I was. He jerked me to my feet, spun me around, and pushed me against the wall. Before I could say or do anything, he thrust inside me.

We both groaned.

“Fuck,” he hissed. His teeth nipped at my shoulder. “You feel so good.”

“Don’t stop,” I moaned.

He pumped inside me. Long, hard strokes. I arched my back and pushed against him, taking him even deeper. My head fell back, eyes rolling into the back of my head as he held on to my hips and pumped into me. He touched every nerve ending until I came apart, screaming his name into the steamy air. My body shuddered with each pulse of pleasure, stars exploding behind my eyes.

He groaned low in his throat and followed me over the edge, grinding himself against me as he filled me with his release. We stayed like that for a long time, our bodies entwined under the hot spray of water until the shower finally began to cool down.

“Shit,” he murmured against my ear. “Oh, fuck. I’m sorry.”

I was confused. It wasn’t exactly the sweet nothings I expected after what I thought was amazing sex.

“Sorry?” I repeated.

“I didn’t use a condom.”