Page 77 of Pink and Country

Not quite content yet and still needy for her, I blanketed April in my arms and found her lips. We took our time, our carnal needs satisfied. For now. My tongue dived into her mouth in slow and enticing strokes. My teeth nibbled her plump lips. My fingertips grazed her stomach, and goosebumps popped all over her skin.

A shiver ran through me, ripping my body and soul into a million pieces.

I’d slept with dozens of women in my life, and none of them had ever broken me and built me back again the way April just did.

Not even Dahlia.

And for as long as I remembered, I thought Dahlia and I were destined to be together. That she was the one for me.

Nothing I ever took for granted made sense anymore.

April opened her eyes and looked at me with something close to worship. Combined with the sweet whimpers leaving her mouth, it made me hard for her all over again.

We stared at each other for a while, unable to break apart, breathing hard and fast. April’s heart drummed in her chest, and I felt every jolt under my fingers.

I slipped from my girl’s embrace. My girl? I was in more trouble than I thought. We hadn’t known each other long enough for me to go all alpha on her.

And yet, April made everything tick inside me.

I grew protective of her. Possessive. I wanted her to myself and to ruin her for other men, so they’d never be good enough for her. I rubbed the back of my neck, my heart and head again at war. How could I be so consumed by that woman?

My eyes lingered on April’s naked flesh, taking her all in, with thoughts of every dirty little thing I’d still like to do to her. I traced the length of the scar on her hip with the tip of my forefinger, and she shivered. I leaned forward and trailed kisses over it. April ogled me, and another wall in me shattered.

With a grin, I jumped to my feet and stuck a hand out, palm up, inviting her to follow me. April slid her hand in mine, putting all her trust in me.

Utterly and completely.

“Where are we—?” I cut her short, swallowing her last words as my lips clung to hers, craving her taste and touch.

“You haven’t seen anything yet.” I enjoyed teasing her. With her hand nested in mine, I led her to the bathroom, toward the shower, big enough to be a small room. April’s eyes widened at the sight. A floor-to-ceiling window occupied the whole wall behind the bathtub, giving the impression we floated over the valley. The shower stood on the right, surrounded by three glass walls. The fourth wall, covered in light gray tiles, counted ten body jets and a handheld showerhead. Two rain showerheads hung from the ceiling.

While the water warmed up, our mouths stayed fused together. Once inside the glass box, I turned her around until she faced one of the glass walls.

“Keep your hands beside your head.” April complied, and standing behind her, I spread her legs wide with one knee.

“What—?” I silenced her with a swipe of my tongue over her reddened lips and positioned one of the rain showerheads over her, to keep her warm. The water rolled down April’s perfect figure. Long legs—for her height—firm, and the same creamy shade as the rest of her skin; ass cheeks I longed to dig my finger in, a back I couldn’t wait to massage and worship with my tongue, my teeth, and my lips.

“Close your eyes,” I said in a low husky voice, my mouth an inch from her ear. April’s eyes flared, and with a ragged breath, she did as I said.

With soap in hand, I lathered every inch of her, my fingers lingering on her neck, her pulse racing under their tips. My breathing quickened, and my tongue darted out of my mouth, watering at the idea of tasting all of her again.

My hands lowered to her shoulders, leaving a trail of shivers under my touch. Tilting my head, I ran my scruff over her cheek. On the back of her neck. Along her upper arms. April quivered and gasped, but never moved. With my tongue, I flicked her earlobe and rested one hand against her throat as I whispered, “Be nice, and I’ll make it up to you.” Her lips trembled, and her chest rose and fell at breakneck speed. April’s throat worked under my soft touch, and I took a deep breath in to keep my composure intact.

My hand smoothed the skin of her back, gliding along her spine before skimming the soft flesh between her legs. April shuddered and let out a cry.

My cock pulsed, and I pumped it a couple of times to lessen the tension.

Pre-cum glistened the tip, and I stroked it some more, not ready to dig in just yet.

My hands ventured on April’s legs, lathering them one at a time until her knees buckled. My hands clamped her hips to keep her still, and I inserted my thumb inside her, circling and pumping, her wetness enveloping it. Her center throbbed, and my cock tensed.

I pressed my hard body against hers, April’s tits pushed flat against the cold glass of the shower, stiffening her already diamond-hard nipples. I wished I could see our reflection in the fogged mirror.

My warm breath caressed her nape, and my cock pressed against the small of her back, molding my body to hers. I caged April’s body between my arms, and my fingers circled her wrists, her hands still splayed on the wall beside her head.

I ran my erection up and down her ass cheeks. The air between us, wet and electric, thickened.

Picking up the handheld showerhead, I aimed the water jet between her legs. April yelped and rose to her toes. I slithered an arm around her waist to keep her grounded. She panted and bit her lips. After I hung the showerhead back, I slid my hand between April and the glass wall, my fingertips brushing her skin between her tits down to her belly until my fingers entered her warm center.