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Oh. Oh.
“Shit,” Ransom groans. “I’m sorry. I’ll…if you just give me a minute here….”
He pulls out and tries to pull away, but I grasp his face and kiss him passionately, nipping his lip between my teeth and moaning when his tongue glides into my mouth. I find his hand and guide it to my thigh, then further up, guiding him like an artist about to paint my body in the glorious color of pleasure. He circles my clit, smearing the wetness—from him, from me, and possibly from the shower, though it’s doubtful—over my swollen sex.
I cry out and close my eyes, arching my back and canting my hips into his touch. He uses his thumb to tease me, and then he thrusts two fingers inside me, filling me wonderfully full. He thrusts hard while he plies my clit, and honestly, I never knew that a single touch could be so hot. I feel like the entire universe is going on between my legs. Like the sun is freaking rising there, painting all its pretty, serene colors across the sky of my body.
His touch is so intense that it isn’t long before the heat is spiking, growing, threading, and twisting its way through my body like vines of ivy. I whimper and thrash my hips against him, and then suddenly, his fingers are gone. My eyes tear open, but the protest dies on my lips when I watch him stroke his hand down his long, hard shaft. His very, very hard shaft.
“Thank god,” he mutters, which makes me smile.
“Your hand was perfectly fine,” I assure him, grasping his huge, beefy shoulders again. My heels slide around to the two boulders that make up his butt, pressing in and finding little purchase there because his butt really is rock hard.
“You mean perfectly embarrassing,” he groans.
“Wait,” I whisper as he steps into me. “I want to turn around.”
“Christ,” he whispers. “Going to kill me here. This time I might not even make it…uh, never mind. Just shit.”
I laugh as I slide off the counter. Then, I grasp his shoulders and place a tender kiss on his cheek. “You’re perfect, Ransom. Absolutely. Perfect. This is perfect.” I bend over the counter, placing my elbows on the surface and wriggling my hips provocatively. This is far, far saucier than I’ve ever dared to be, but I’m starting to find that I really like saucy. Saucy is good.
Ransom swears under his breath before his hand curls around my hip, his fingers digging in, but it’s more like a massage than anything. He kneads my bottom, running his hand over the swell of my cheek, and yeah, that might be the hottest thing he’s done yet. My heart rockets up into my throat. I’m getting bolder now, so I spread my legs, teasing him as I watch him through the tiny bit of the glass over the sink that isn’t fogged up.
I feel his thick cock at my entrance just as I’m about to give him instructions to please get inside me before I spontaneously combust on my own because standing there while he kneads my ass can also produce an orgasm all on its own. He thrusts in quickly, and I gasp at the sensation of being so full again. So. Damn. Full. I choke back a scream as he starts to thrust. I claw at the countertop, but I don’t dare to watch it in the mirror because I’d also like to enjoy myself for more than two seconds as well.
“My god…Ransom…I…”
“You’re so tight,” he groans. “So. Tight. God, Ayana, I’m going to….”
He literally freezes behind me, then goes rigid before he pumps into me hard once more and goes still again. He sighs, his muscles spasming hard behind me, his thighs knocking against the backs of mine.
“Umm, okay, this is just bad. I swear this has never happened.”
I don’t move. Instead, I tightly press my lips shut because I seriously don’t want to laugh. That would be so inappropriate, and it would probably make him feel really bad. Honestly? Okay, so I’m not close to feeling sated, but it is kind of funny. The heat is still rocketing through me, coiled right at my center. It would only take a flick of his fingers, and I’d be gone, but he doesn’t know that.
I turn around to find his eyes burning with serious regret. He looks very, very embarrassed, and there’s a mottled blush staining his cheeks.
“Ayana, I’m…”
“Don’t say sorry.” I shush him with my index finger on his perfect lips. He nibbles on the tip by instinct, and I whimper. “Just watch,” I whisper with what little breath I have left.
I hop back on the counter and spread my legs, which makes Ransom give a feral grunt. The bathroom is hot and smoky with the steam from the shower that is still running, so I inhale sharply as I dip my hand between my legs and arch my back into my touch.
