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Lake wraps her fingers around my long, hard length and begins to stroke up and down, twisting her hands, exploring from base to tip, and I grit my teeth, slapping my hands down on either side of her.
It’s sheer torture of the most beautiful kind.
“You’re so big,” she murmurs.
There’s no way I’m coming before her so I reach for her hands, pull them back up, and kiss her hard, forcing her to lay back on the granite countertop. My hand drops between her legs, slips her satin panties aside and I dip a finger inside her core.So fucking wet.I growl in approval, sinking another finger inside her, stretching her, getting her ready for me.
Because tonight, my control is hanging on by a thread. I’m not going to be able to maintain the slow, controlled rhythm like I did before. I’m aching so much it hurts and I can’t wait much longer. I tear her panties down and she gasps.
“Are you ready?” I ask, knowing damn well that she is, but enjoying teasing her as I pick up right where I left off.
She writhes, hips lifting to meet my plunging fingers, riding my hand like the good girl that she is. Reaching over, I scoop more Nutella out of the jar, circle it around her hard, little clit and then lean down and suck her clean.
Lake cries out and I shove my hands under her ass, lifting her up off the island, and finish her off. I can feel her entire body go stiff then melt and she falls back on the countertop, consumed by pulses of pleasure. A soft sigh of satisfaction escapes from between her lips.
Leaning over, I scoop my cargo pants up, find the condoms and tear one free. After ripping it open, I roll it on and grab Lake’s hips, dragging her to the edge of the island.
“Hang on, Red,” I warn her. “This isn’t going to be like last night.”
“Do it,” she invites me.
Spreading her legs further, taking a moment to admire all that glistening goodness, I guide my dick over, line us up and sink home with one hard thrust. Lake cries out, back arching, and I pull back and slam into her again. My normal control snaps and lust guides my hips. The feel of her hot, tight body clenching around mine is enough to drive a man crazy. She feels like fucking heaven and I can’t get enough. I know I’m being too rough and that I should slow my fast, hard strokes down, but I can’t. I’m lost in sensation and pound into her like this is our last night together.
A powerful orgasm is building at the base of my spine, but I clamp my teeth together, forcing myself to hold back. I reach for her pulsing clit and play with it until she’s screaming.
My innocent, little preschool teacher erupts into a string of colorful curses as her orgasm knocks her sideways, and I bite back a smile. After she comes, I let go of the last of my control, which is beyond shredded. The release rockets through me, sending me hurling into next Sunday.
“Fuuuck,” I grit out, emptying into her in a climax so intense that I roar through my release. Expending every last drop, I fall forward, my chest dropping against her soft breasts and I groan. A tremor runs through my body and I can feel her core still pulsing around me in tiny aftershocks.
My mind is fuzzy, somewhere up in orgasm heaven, but I know something very significant just happened.
Blakely Sullivan just made herself the most important thing in my life. She’s like a wildfire, ready to consume me. No, a firebomb. An incendiary device dropped on my well-ordered life. And she just blew it all to hell, but in the best possible way.
Chapter Sixteen: Lake
After that explosive encounter, I think I need a fire extinguisher to put out the flames. Dash is on top of me and we’re trying to catch our breath. My body is still quaking when he slides back, scoops me up and heads down the short hallway.
A part of me assumes we’re going up to the little loft bedroom, but he veers right into the bathroom. My pulse kicks up when I realize what’s happening. I’ve never taken a shower with anyone but myself. Unless you count camp in the sixth grade, but we were all wearing bathing suits.
And this is hardly that.
Dash sets me down then leans over and flips the water on. My eyes drop to his perfect ass and I have the urge to bite it. So I do.Who exactly am I right now?He jumps, spinning around in surprise, and I just give him an innocent, slow blink.
“Sorry, I couldn’t help it,” I murmur. “It was calling out to me in all of its perfectly-sculpted glory.”
“My ass was calling to you?” He chuckles. “Well, you’ve got some pretty amazing parts that call out to me, too.”
Dash steps into the large, walk-in shower and holds a hand out to me. I take it and follow him, sliding the door shut behind me. The water hits me, so warm, and I slick my hair back. Dash soaps up a washcloth then begins to wash me, cleaning away any leftover traces of Nutella.
God, I’ll never look at that stuff the same way again.
Since this is my first shower with a man, I’m wondering if I should grab a washcloth and lather him up, too. I’m not exactly sure on shower etiquette yet but, lucky for me, I have an excellent teacher. Right before I can reach for the other washcloth, though, he grabs the shampoo.
“Turn around, Red,” he orders.
I instantly comply and it hits me—I trust him. Implicitly. Dash slides his fingers through my hair, washing it, massaging my scalp, and it feels so damn good. His long fingers work their magic and I lean my head back, enjoying every moment.
“Don’t ever stop,” I moan.
