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“Willow…” Ransom breathes. “You don’t—”
“Shhh,” I murmur back.
He falls silent, but I can hear the way his breaths are coming faster now, and I can feel the way his heart is racing a little, where his chest is still pressed against my back. His cock twitches, and I’m aware of it against my back, thick and hot.
I guide him to cup one breast and then the other, brushing the calloused pad of his thumb over my nipple. The roughness against that sensitive, damp skin makes my breath catch, and a moan pours out of me before I can help it.
I push his hand harder over my chest, arching as my breast presses into the fullness of his hand.
“Fuck,” I whisper, my nipples hardening even more.
Ransom seems content to let me direct this, not pushing for more or letting his hand go anywhere I don’t lead it. He groans when I urge his hand down lower, sliding it over the planes of my stomach and then to my thighs.
His cock is rock hard against the small of my back, and I feel it when his hips twitch upward. He doesn’t move more than that, and I let out a breath, closing my eyes, focusing on how his hand feels on me.
I let his fingers drag over the scarring on my thighs, not even a little self-conscious about what it must feel like to him. We’re past that in every way we can be, and I know my scars don’t bother any of my men. They’ve seen all of me, everything I have and everything I am, and they keep choosing me. They keep wanting me.
“Goddamn,” Ransom hisses, and his fingers tighten slightly on my thigh before relaxing. “You have no idea how good you feel, pretty girl. You’re so—”
He cuts himself off with a groan, and I swear I canfeelthat noise against my back and between my legs.
My pussy is throbbing now, desperate for attention.
It’s been a while since I felt this kind of need, this kind of desire. Those first couple of days after being rescued from Troy’s cabin, I wasn’t sure if I ever would again. But my body hums with a current of desire, and I slide Ransom’s hand down between my legs, letting it press against the heat of my crotch.
He groans again, cursing under his breath, and this time, my hips push up, grinding against his hand.
The friction feels good, but it’s not quite enough. Carefully, I press one of his fingers into me, and my head falls back against Ransom’s shoulder when it breaches my entrance. It feels so familiar, so right, and I have to remember how to breathe.
“You’re so fucking wet,” Ransom pants. “You feel so fucking good. I wanna make you feel good, angel.”
“You always do,” I gasp back.
I work my hips, grinding against his hand for a bit before drawing those fingers up to circle around my clit. I press his hand there, silently urging him to keep going, and then work my own fingers into my soaking wet pussy.
“Ah!” My breathy cry echoes around us in the bathroom, and water splashes a bit as I thrust my hips up. It’s so good and not enough all at the same time.
“There you go,” Ransom murmurs. He buries his face against my neck, breathing hard against my skin. “Take what you need. Did you miss this? Does it feel good?”
I nod, breathless. My fingers work deeper into my pussy, and I add another one, trying to fill myself up to the brim. Ransom’s fingers keep drawing circles around my clit, and I gasp in pleasure as it rocks through me.
Slowly, I slide my fingers out of myself and then replace them with Ransom’s. His hands are bigger, rougher than mine, and two of his fingers fill me up enough that I’m writhing and bucking in place against him.
My breath comes in short pants, and I can feel the orgasm growing. It’s slower than usual, as if it’s had to be coaxed out of hiding, but that heat is there, building in my gut and spreading out through me.
Powerful. Undeniable.Inevitable.
I moan, gasping Ransom’s name, grinding against our hands as he thrusts his fingers deeper, curling them against my g-spot.
“You wanna come?” he whispers. “Then come. You can do it. You’re so close. I can feel it. You’re safe, pretty girl. I’ve got you. You can let go.”
When the orgasm hits me, I bite down on my lip hard, shaking and arching through it. Ransom lets me keep his hand where it is, and his fingers stroke against my inner walls as they ripple and spasm around him.
A low chant of, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,fuck,” spills from his mouth, and I can feel his cock throbbing against the small of my back.
Then there’s a rush of wetness and heat against my back as his cum jets out beneath the water, his cock pulsing over and over with each spurt. The feel of him coming, even if it’s not inside me, is enough to draw out my climax, making me moan roughly as the rush of pleasure crests again.
We’re both breathless in the aftermath, leaning against each other while our hearts thud in unison.
