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All along, he kept up the persistent action of his hips. A perfect fit of his dick inside me, filling me.
In the steaming-up glass, Jackson’s reflection kissed the side of my face, nudging me to watch his hand move down my body to my thighs.
I gasped and reached to wipe the glass clear.
He smiled. Palmed me between the legs, holding me there for a moment then continuing that same action on my clit that had me seeing stars upstairs.
It was one thing feeling it but another entirely seeing it.
I couldn’t stop staring.
His dick moving into me. His fingers in a constant caress. I shivered. He paused, then yanked open the shower door. Losing our connection, he guided me inside and under the spray. In the hot shower, Jackson dropped to his knees and fitted his mouth to my pussy, unashamedly loving me with his tongue. The heat added something new to the mix. I put my head back and closed my eyes, focusing on that feeling alone.
He traced his fingers over my thighs then to my entrance, sliding inside me easily.
In minutes, he brought me to the edge and over.
I crumpled, overcome with good feeling. I hadn’t even finished when Jackson stood and hoisted me. Automatically, I wound my legs around his waist, and he sank into me again, bottoming out with ease.
He pressed my back against the cool tiles, angling to support us both.
Then he touched the tip of his nose to mine. “Hello.”
I giggled, springing my eyes open, dizzy from coming hard and fast.
The whole talking during sex thing had sounded so weird, but I got it. If I could catch my breath, I had a hundred different things I wanted to try. I’d barely touched him other than holding on.
Instinctively, I knew he’d do anything I wanted.
“Need to come again,” he said with a kiss to my cheek.
“Like this?” I asked.
He groaned as an answer and set up a fierce pace, sliding in and out of me and getting faster and harder. I held on, unable to do more. I loved this. How close we’d become, and the trust in sharing our bodies. I loved that he knew what to do and could lead the way while I still fumbled.
I was crazy about how easily my body responded to him.
This time, he wasn’t touching my clit. Only hammering into me and chasing his pleasure. Yet fresh heat wound in a tight circle inside me. I tucked my face into his neck and concentrated on that, squeezing my thighs and strangling his waist.
“God, love,” he muttered.
He slowed from his frantic rhythm to a series of steady hits, shifting back to watch my expression. If I’d wanted to, I couldn’t have asked for this. But he read my mind, or my body, and somehow knew what I needed.
I drove my fingers into his hair, tugging him in to kiss me again, a surge of desire guiding me to put all that emotion into the kiss.
Jackson stuttered in his actions. His dick pulsed, and he slammed home.
God, I’d triggered his orgasm.
Mine hit immediately after. A powerful bolt that came from deeper inside me. Open-mouthed against each other, we breathed it out, our chests rising and falling. Bodies alive with the perfect unity while the hot water rained down on us.
I came down from the delicious high with the sense I’d run a marathon or skied for hours. Muscles aching. Exhaustion settling over me in a wave.
“You’re perfect,” Jackson whispered against my temple, his voice raw.
But I was pretty sure the perfect one was him.
We washed off and dried up with shared smiles and small touches. I was an addict. Now I could touch him, I didn’t want to stop.
