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“You sure?”
“I want to,” Willow says, sounding assured. She fumbles with the buttons to my jeans, and I undo hers. Unzipping, I see the star pattern of her panties.
I dive my hand down to her ass, and she shuts her eyes, craving. Wanting. The same physical and emotional current runs through my veins. We shed each other to just aching skin, and I kiss her deeply while I reach out and crank on the faucet.
Water pours through the tub before I flick a switch. Heat cascades from the showerhead.
She takes off her glasses, setting them on the toilet lid, and we step in together. I help Willow so she doesn’t fall. Close-up, she can see somewhat without glasses, but further away, it’s all blurry.
I sling the shower curtain, closing us into the small space.
Vapor cocoons us, water drenching bodies and hair. I push mine out of my eyes, and I can see Willow descending into her head. Naked and vulnerable. Her shoulders turn in.
I bring her closer to me and hold my girlfriend for a second. Hugging her to my chest. I feel her speeding heart.
“You can bail at any time,” I remind Willow.
“I don’t want to,” she murmurs. “I want this. I’m trying not to think too much and just…feel.” She looks up into me and goes for the kiss.
I smile against her lips, and my hand roams along the curves and valleys of her soft skin. Parting her mouth with my tongue, I deepen the kiss, drawing a gentle moan from her body. Fuck. I harden.
She glances down, feeling me.
I let out a rough noise between my teeth. “Fuck, I want you.”
Willow smiles. “You do?”
I whisper against her mouth, “More than air.” I comb her wet hair off her cheeks. “You’re beautiful, Willow Hale. Inside, outside, online, offline.”
“You know, you are too.”
“Nah. Not as much as you.”
She loosens her arms, and her knees do this weird jerky thing. Like she almost drops down, but she stops herself too suddenly.
I put a hand to her shoulder. “You’ll be at a good height if you kneel.”
Willow, more confidently, lowers to her knees. My build blocks most of the water spray, so she’s not being drowned. She rests an uncertain hand on my ass. “I might not be any good at this.”
“You don’t have to be good.” I hold the back of her head, more tenderly. “We’re in this together.”
Her lips rise, excitement flickering in her brown eyes.
I palm my erection, and I drink in Willow’s body and emotion before taking her hand in mine and showing her what I like. Wrapping her hand around the base of my shaft.
She opens her mouth. Tentative. I arch my hips forward since she’s not moving her body or hand.
“Wider,” I instruct. “Wrap your lips around your teeth.”
She does, uncertain.
I nod to her. “That’s it.” Her lips glide against my hardness, taking me in her mouth, and the sensitivity shoots up my spine. Christ, that feels… “Fuck.”
She pulls back. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, no. That felt amazing.”
Willow brightens, and she tries again. My muscles pull taut, just watching my erection fit between her lips.
Fuuuck. My hand tightens on the back of her head. “Willow,” I groan, and her free hand descends between her spread knees. Touching herself.
I light up. On fire.
Her teeth suddenly scratch my flesh. I try to stifle a wince, but she sees and pulls back. “Sorry, did I—”
“It’s okay.” If I wasn’t so pent-up and if I didn’t want to please her so badly, I’d probably coach her to try again.
But I descend to my knees. “Will you stand up?” I ask.
Her face falls. “It was that bad?”
Shit. “It wasn’t close to bad. I just want you too much.”
Her breath comes short and aching, and she kisses my cheek before standing. I drape her leg over my shoulder, our gazes diving deep, and I skim my lips against the inside of her thigh before I suck her clit. Kissing her heat.
“Ahh, I…oh my God.” She clenches my wet hair. Body rattling and twitching in arousal.
She tastes like bliss. An ecstasy I want to drown into, and she taps my shoulder, alerting me that she wants to come with me inside of her.
We’ve fucked enough that I know that tap, and I drop her foot gently and then lift her at the thighs.
Breath jettisons from her mouth. “Garrison,” she cries in want.
Our lips are parted and skim, as though to kiss, but we can’t catch our breathes. Tension pulled, and I bring her back to the tiled wall.
She buries her head in my shoulder. “Please.”
I push into my girl. Slow, carefully, and she gasps into a shudder. Her body trembling against me. My eyes almost roll back. God, the sensation, the warmth, her wetness—it’s overwhelming.
Holding her, I rock, thrusting my hips, and the friction ignites between us. Steam making it hard to breathe, and the raps on the door and drunken complaints to “hurry up” are distant.
