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“Fuck, Paige,” I groan as the powerful sensations threaten to take me to my knees.
It's too much and not enough all at once. My heart is pounding against my ribcage, senses alive with every touch, every stroke, every sweet torment. I can barely breathe. My grip in her hair tightens in response to the building crescendo of pleasure. And then, her rhythm breaks, replaced by a slow and torturous pace. Her eyes flicker up to meet mine, dark and filled with heat that echoes my own desire.
"Paige," I gasp out a warning but she just smirks around me, her eyes never leaving mine as she continues drawing out my pleasure in long, languid strokes. The teasing is unbearable; every nerve ending is on fire as I stand at the precipice teetering on the edge of oblivion. My heart is a drumbeat in my ears, setting the rhythm for this exquisite torture at her hands.
"God, I'm...I'm..." I manage to splutter out as the onslaught of pleasure barreling towards me gains momentum.
I can see the triumph in her eyes; she knows exactly what she's doing to me and revels in it. This woman that survived a plane crash and then proceeded to kick the asses of several men on her own is now on her knees in front of me, driving me insane with need. The thought of it, the raw power of it, drives me over the edge.
"Paige!" I cry out as I unravel under her touch, body quaking as the pleasure crashes over me in waves. She doesn’t let up, swallowing every last drop before looking up at me with a satisfied grin. She rises from her knees gracefully and pulls me into the spray. Her hands glide over my skin, gentle now where they were forceful before.
“Let me wash your hair,” I whisper.
She smiles. “I’d like that.”
I take my time, rubbing the shampoo into her hair and gently massaging her scalp. She groans with pleasure, her head dropping back as the water streams down her back and over her curved body. My hands move from her scalp to her shoulders, kneading the soft skin there before trailing down to the small of her back. I can feel the tension in her muscles easing under my touch, her body melting into mine.
She turns around to face me, our bodies pressed together. Her eyes are half-closed, a soft smile on her lips as she wraps her arms around my neck. I cup her face, my thumbs stroking the flushed skin of her cheeks. Leaning down, I capture her lips in a soft kiss, tasting the residue of our passion on them.
Our bodies align perfectly, her wet curves fit snug against my chest. Pulling away from the kiss, I continue to trace paths of suds down her back and over her hips. Her eyes never leave mine as she bites her lower lip in a silent sigh of pleasure.
“The water is getting a little chilly,” I whisper against her lips. “I’m not sure I can hold up against an icy-cold shower.”
She grins and steps away. “We don’t want that.”
I shut off the water and take the towel she hands me. “You know what?” I ask as we step out of the steamy bathroom.
“What?”
“Two beds. We can mess one up and sleep in the other.”
She giggles and throws the towel at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Or we can mess up both and sleep on the floor."
I laugh heartily, catching the towel mid-air and tossing it to the side. She steps into me, pressing her breasts against my chest. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her closer and resting my chin atop her head. We stand there for a moment, enjoying the soft silence that has descended upon us.
It’s only a brief moment before we’re tumbling into bed. I’m starving for her. I climb over the top of her, staring down at her sleek, black hair fanned out around her. She’s easily the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
She reaches between us and grabs my erection again, pulling me against her slick folds. Her touch sends electric shocks down my spine, making me groan in anticipation. She guides me into her slowly, a sigh escaping her lips as I push inside her. She's hot and wet for me, consuming me completely. Her inner walls clench around me, driving my sanity to the brink. I push into her repeatedly, each thrust harder and deeper than the last. Her soft moans fill the room, spurring me on.
"Look at me," I command her through gritted teeth, searching for her gaze in the half-light. She complies instantly, her dark eyes filled with lust meeting mine. There's an intense intimacy in our connection that leaves me breathless. I've never felt anything like this before.
"Travis," she gasps out my name, her fingers digging into my back as she loses herself in the rhythm of our bodies.
Our movements become more frantic, our bodies entwining in a passionate dance of love and lust. I can feel her climax building, her body tensing under me.
“You’re so tight. Wet. I could get lost in you forever.”
“Fuck me!” she cries out. “Harder. Please, Travis.”
Her desperate plea shatters the last remnants of my control. With a growl, I bury myself deeper inside her, thrusting with a wild abandon.
“Like that?” I ask.
She gasps, her nails digging into my back as she nods frantically, clinging tighter to me. "Yes," she moans. Her voice is high and breathless. "Just like that."
With a force I can't control, I plunge deeper still, her cries of pleasure pushing me on. Sweat trickles down my forehead as the room fills with the smell of us, of heat, passion, and desire.
Suddenly, her body tightens under me, a sharp cry escaping her lips as she climaxes. The sensation sends me spiraling over the edge with her, a guttural groan tearing from my throat as I explode within her.
