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It wasn’t completely altruistic, either. As much is he enjoyed licking her breasts, he loved another area even more. He was more than happy to oblige her silent request and make his way down south.
He kissed his way along her taut, slick belly and pushed her thighs even further apart. He took a moment just to appreciate the sight of her perfect, pink lips spread out there before him, glistening with heat and shower water and her own juices, letting him know that she was more than ready for his touch. In fact, she was aching for it. Begging for it.
Wanting to drive her to the same heights she catapulted him to, he ran his tongue first up one of her inner thighs and then the other, until she was groaning and urging him forward with her hands at the back of his head. He extended his tongue, making the tip a hard little knot, and traced up one of her outer lips and then the other. He did this again and again, enjoying the sound of her moans getting louder and louder, the feeling of her arms and legs twisting and writhing. Teasing her. Not giving her the satisfaction yet of feeling him lick her neediest part.
He continued this until she was not only panting but also whimpering, at which point he figured she had been tortured enough. They both had been tortured enough. He wanted to feel her come against his tongue. Enveloping her honeyed mound with his mouth, moving his sandpaper tongue firmly up and down, paying special attention to the sensitive pleasure nub at the top of her sex. She bucked her hips against him and he matched the rhythm of his strokes perfectly to the movement of her hips. He loved the way she tasted—so sweet, just like she was. He would never get enough of devouring her juices, especially when he knew the pleasure that it gave her.
Then, when he could sense that she was right on the edge, he sucked that swollen button into his mouth and tweaked it with his tongue while he pumped two fingers in and out of her. It didn’t take long. Almost immediately, she exploded, coming completely undone against him. She tasted like the sweetest nectar as she came on his tongue. He held her hips in place and kept his mouth pressed right against her throughout the entire climax.
He sensed her gaze on him and looked up to see that, yes, in fact she was watching his head moving between her legs as she came. He locked eyes with her and stared into her gaze as the orgasm ravaged her. He watched every layer and wave wash through her expressive eyes.
He continued to gently lap her sweet core as she calmed, wanting to bring her down from the high as softly as he could while also extending it for the longest time possible. When her muscles finally unclenched, she stopped shaking, and her breathing returned to a relatively normal pace, she opened her mouth and he expected her to say something along the lines of how good it felt, or how amazing it was. Something sweet about the experience.
But, she surprised him, as she did so often, when she merely said bluntly, “I want you inside me. Now.”
***
The instant her declaration was made, Dax was on this feet. Ginny should’ve known that using those words would get a strong response, and she’d figured he would be all over it—but even she was surprised by just how quickly and powerfully he responded, springing to his feet like a panther. Then, he reached down and brought her to her feet just as quickly, and flipped her around so that she was facing the shower stall wall.
She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the hot, wet tile wall. She was amazed by how safe she felt with Dax. Even in a situation as simple as this, letting him take control and spin her around on the wet shower floor. All she felt was thrilled. No hesitation. No anxiousness. She knew that he would never let anything happen to her. He would always protect her, in all situations, large and small. Something inside her told her that he would die before he let her get hurt.
He took both of her wrists in his hands and placed them above her head. She felt his lips against her ear as he whispered roughly, “Keep these here. Don’t move.”
She stood completely still, doing exactly what Dax had instructed her to do. When his voice took on that authoritative, commanding tone, he had to be obeyed. And, to be honest, it was such a turn on to do exactly what he said.
Her entire body tingled in anticipation of what the next thing she would feel might be. Just the energy that crackled between them, being in the same tiny physical space of the shower, was almost enough to overload her synapses. But, then add to that she was facing the wall, waiting, not knowing what his next move was—knowing that she wouldn’t even have a visual clue as to what it might be before she felt it on (or in) her body—it was so mysterious and delicious and adventurous and crazy and everything that she had always dreamed about. It was perfect. It was Dax.
She sensed him step up closer, right behind her, felt the heat of his skin that let her know he must be standing less than a millimeter or two away from her. Then, she felt his strong hands encircle her hips and his lips on her ear again.
“You said you want me inside you,” he whispered gruffly, “now.”
The next thing she felt was her brain explode as he thrust roughly into her.
“Yes!” she cried.
He pumped into her powerfully, again and again, as if his life depended on it. Then, he growled. Growled like a wild animal. “You’re so tight. You’re so damn tight.”
He kept plunging in and out of her for what seemed like forever. She never wanted it to end. When he was inside her, she felt complete and whole. Like her body had been missing a critical component her entire life and she’d just never noticed the absence until suddenly it was there.
Just when she felt her body start to clench in spasm around his member, he pulled out of her and spun her back around to face him. She looked at his face, at the jagged, naked want written all over it, and knew that she would do anything he asked. It didn’t matter what it was. She would follow this man to the ends of the earth. She was under a spell, and it wasn’t one she had any experience with. She didn’t know how to break it, and she didn’t think she would want to try even if she did. She was very happy being mesmerized for the moment.
“Come on,” he said gruffly, “I want to be in bed with you.”
She nodded eagerly. Even from the limited experience she had, she knew when you put her and Dax and a bed together, only good things would come from that.
With one hand he shut off the water as his other arm snaked around her lower back and picked her up. Her legs wrapped around him and she held on tight as he stalked out of the bathroom then across the bedroom to the bed. She saw that they’d left a trail of water in their wake. He hadn’t even taken the time to dry them off, they were still dripping from the shower.
He laid her down on the bed and his eyes hungrily scanned the entire length of her body. She loved when he looked at her like that. The animal lust that was displayed in his eyes when he looked at her naked body, the way she felt it in every cell, like the sheer force and power of his life changed the energy between them.
At first it had made her feel like she couldn’t possibly be what he saw, but after he reassured her and continued to prove it not just with words but with actions, she’d stopped worrying that she wouldn’t live up to his expectations and just allowed herself to enjoy his attention.
“Fuck, I can’t believe you’re real. You’re like a real-life fantasy.” His voice low as he rumbled, “My dream girl come to life.”
She felt her core tighten at his words, but especially at his tone. “Your wet dream girl,” she teased, loving that they could be playful even in intimate moments.
He shook his head as he smiled and when his eyes continued studying her it morphed into the bad-boy grin that she wanted to burn into her memory. A predatory gleam sparked in his golden eyes as he moved over her in a swift, fluid movement. Legs and arms intertwined as they kissed and touched in desperate need to get closer to each other.
She was floating in the euphoria of their bodies rubbing together and was surprised when he rolled her onto her side, and shifted so he was behind her. His arm encircled her waist and tugged her so she was snuggled against him. A small amount of confusion bloomed. Was he…finished? Did he just want to spoon now? That made no sense.
