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He realized how dangerous that was. How this wasn’t just simply about him getting her off in the shower. It wasn’t just about him making her feel good.
He wanted to do so much more. He wanted to mark her. To claim her. To make him undeniably his. To convince her that she should be in his life. Even if suddenly that felt… it felt a whole lot less safe than it had before.
He couldn’t be married to her and not want this with her all the time. He wasn’t sure if love was possible, but this was. This- whatever it was, the connection they had going on at the moment, the way he’d thought about her all day, the way he’d barely restrained himself from putting his hands on her and kissing her breathless… that was real.
“You want to come, or you want me to make you come?” he growled, snapping out of his thoughts. His thumb circled her clit and she ground into his touch, trying to take from him what she needed most. He moved his thumb away with a feral growl and slid his finger inside of her. She was so impossibly hot, so slick, so tight.
“Yes, I want you to make me come,” she gasped as he moved his finger inside of her.
“How? Do you want my finger? My fingers? My mouth? My tongue? My cock?”
“Oh god.” June ground into him. He realized, as she tilted her face up and closed her eyes, just how badly she wanted him. How much she ached for him. That makes two of us. “What if I want it all?”
Her lusty words nearly sent him right over the edge. He jammed his eyes closed and stood up abruptly. He wrapped his arms around June and slammed her into him. His mouth claimed hers, hard, with all the carnal lust raging inside of him. He kissed her like he’d give his soul to do it. And she kissed him right back. Their mouths went to war, while their bodies ground against each other. He had no condom and he had no idea if she was on the pill. He wasn’t going to take chances, though she probably would have told him if she wasn’t.
He ground his pelvis hard against her. She shifted, until the head of his cock was right between her smooth, slick folds. She mewled and whimpered, ground and writhed against him. He’d never felt anything more wonton or heavenly. Just rubbing against her like some sexed up teenager was almost as good as the real thing.
Apparently, June thought so too. She was so close. He could tell by the tension in her muscles, the shivers that raced up her, the way she clung to his neck, digging her fingers into his back like she was holding herself up by it. He could tell by her raspy breaths in his ear, her frantic little moans.
He reached between them and pinched her clit and she shattered into a million pieces. She actually screamed. Screamed something, though it wasn’t his name. It wasn’t words at all. Her hips went wild, rocking and jerking against his cock.
Which of course pulled an explosive climax from him. Literally. He exploded over her in hot jets, across her stomach. He came so hard his balls nearly pulled up into his throat. His guts clenched, and his lungs imploded. He came until he wondered if he’d ever have anything left to make it happen again. His balls actually felt sore. He felt like someone had kicked him in the stomach and chest, and maybe in the face for good measure.
He’d never felt anything even close to that. Something so painful and erotic it was thrilling and terrifying. He might as well have been a sixteen-year-old kid again because when June opened her eyes and gave him a shy smile and moved into the shower to wash away what he’d just done, he nearly came undone again.
He reached silently for the shampoo bottle and began to lather June’s hair. Surprisingly, she let him.
Because he had to be good, to get out of that shower sometime, a shower that didn’t even belong to them, embarrassingly enough, and get June back to her friends, he stuck to her hair. There was no soaping those glorious breasts or running his hands between her legs.
When she rinsed off and stepped out of the shower, he let her. He soaped his own hair, washed himself, shut off the shower, and got out.
June was no longer looking at him. She threw him a towel but didn’t turn around.
When she cracked the door to look for the promised clothes, he wasn’t sure if the emotion he saw on her face, fleetingly, before she turned, was regret or something else entirely.
CHAPTER 13
June
Back at the hotel, June learned first-hand that rock bottom had a new meaning. One in which she completely lost her self-control and simultaneously jacked off a man who was little more than a stranger, but who just happened to be her husband, while he got her rocks off, in a private shower, owned by a woman she didn’t know, but who had been ridiculously kind to them.
