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The bath wash mixed with her own moisture makes for wet, slippery strokes. Her hips buck to the tempo of my fingers and the acoustics in our small cocoon amplify her sweet, breathy noises.
I reach up with my other hand to remove the shower head from its cradle and spray off the front of her, letting the water hit her nipples, then aim the nozzle lower. I spread open her pussy lips, and direct the jet stream over her clit. Within seconds, she slaps her palms onto the tiles and cries out in the throes of orgasm, her body quaking so hard she can barely stand.
I catch her to me. The nozzle drops in a spiral, spraying erratically before it straightens and calms.
Dee, panting in the aftermath, goes liquid in my arms. “What do you do to me?”
“Same thing you do to me.” We own each other’s pleasure. Finding total ecstasy in every kiss, in every touch, in every second we spend loving each other.
I turn her around and back her up against the wall.
“Put your foot on the edge.”
She does as I say, raising one leg to the lip of the tub while she clutches my shoulders.
I press against her and watch her dreamy eyes go dark, midnight over amber. The blood rushes in my head, in my heart, in my loins.Now. I drive into her with one unstoppable thrust.
Our breaths explode…then hold. We remain still for one quivering moment, joined, mated, completing the link. Then we begin to move. Slowly. Deliberately. Creating sensation over sensation, building layer upon layer of passion. With one hand braced against the tiles for balance and the other caressing her ass, my palm squeezes the gift of generous flesh.
Wanting to watch her take more, to see those gorgeous eyes go wild then dazed again, I slide my fingers between her well-rounded cheeks, flirting along the seam, pausing at her rosebud.
“Mick.” She stutters a moan and the pulse in her throat jumps madly.
I keep my touch light. “Only your pleasure, Dee. And only if you want it.”
“I’ve never…oh…oh…”
“Do you like that?” I circle the sensitive spot packed with dozens of nerve endings. “Does it feel good?”
“Sooo good.”
Desire is white hot. I increase the pressure of my middle finger. Dee groans long and trembles all over as I ease past the puckered ring. She’s warm and soft. And so fucking tight. I pause to let her adjust. Then withdrawing a little, I push back in, a fraction deeper.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No,” she whispers, her muscles clenching greedily around that single digit. “More.”
And I give it to her in incremental degrees, hearing her gratifying sounds escalate with every slide.
“Dee,” I groan. “I’m so deep inside of you.”
“I feel it. I feel you filling me everywhere.”
Our mouths touch, not kissing, just sharing pleasured breaths. Our wet skin slicks together, our hips rock back and forth, my cock stroking into her snug pussy, my finger thrusting into her tight rear. We’re not moving fast, but with no less abandon. I know she’s close. I can tell by her hitching moans and the blind opaque of her eyes, by the way her inner muscles spasm like warm pockets of suction. I’m swearing in my head because I can’t even speak, and then we’re coming.
Pleasure is vast and fluid, a sea of rolling waves, crashing, peaking, a summit of ecstasy as two explosions collide at once, and nothing, I mean nothing has ever felt this good. This perfect. This right.
Our mouths cling as that last sweeping wave claims us. Our gazes lock, our hearts and souls bind. We say each other’s names in a quiet susurrus of breaths. Then silence. Kissing softly, tenderly, until the water runs cold.
I dry us off and take Dee to bed. Drawing her close, possessively close, exhausted, happy, my mind close to empty. I crash.
ChapterEight
Dee
The blanket is a cozytent, warm from Mick’s body and the sensual kisses moving across my belly.
I lift the covers and gaze down at his face—strong masculine planes and angles offset by his dark hooded eyes and thick lashes.
