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“Say it,” he demanded, eyes tracking every touch I made.
I smiled at him, embolden by the game. “If I say it will you make up with me?”
He gave me a nod, never taking his eyes off of me.
I let my hand fall down my stomach, and stroked my fingers through my heat. I arched my head back, sighing at the contact I was desperate for.
“Fucking hell, Brynn,” he groaned.
I bit my lip, touching myself a few more times before I finally parted my lips. “Raptors,” I said, slightly breathless. “I love the Raptors. They’re the best team—”
Weston’s mouth captured mine, kissing me hungrily while he adjusted the water behind me to a delicious warmth that sent shivers of relief all over my cold-slick skin. Then he stepped back, settling himself on the bench a foot away.
I furrowed my brow. “I thought you were going to make it up to me?”
He grinned, nodding toward my right hand. “I am,” he said. “But first I want to watch you touch yourself.”
The breath in my lungs went all shaky. “You like this?” I asked, touching myself again.
“Fuck, yes.”
I leaned back in the water some more, drenching myself in the wonderful heat as I played with myself in front of him, getting off on his rapt attention. God, he was rock hard, his cock on full, glorious display as he watched my every move.
“Come here,” he finally said, and I immediately obeyed. His hands gently gripped my hips the minute I was within reach.
I put a knee on either side of him on the bench, and he maneuvered me over him, hissing as I sank atop his cock.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You made yourself so damn wet.”
I trembled as I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing our bodies flush while I adjusted to the size of him.
“You,” I said, pressing my lips against his before pulling back. “It’s all you, Wes,” I said, my words tight as he pulled on my hips, forcing me to rock against him.
“Goddamn, Brynn,” he groaned, tilting his head back against the shower wall as I started to ride him. “Perfect. You’re fucking perfect.”
Electricity crackled up my spine with his words, with the way he felt inside me. I was intoxicated from the ease in which we shifted from casual dinner to insatiable hunger for each other, and it blasted every shred of doubt right out of my soul.
Weston was mine.
And I was his.
His grip tightened on my hips as I upped my pace, chasing my pleasure without hesitation. He’d worked me up enough that I was already riding that sweet edge of release.
“You’re already there, baby,” he said, eyes on me. “I can feel you there.”
I moaned, nodding as my body tightened.
“Fuck,” he groaned, hardening inside me.
I rode him faster, harder, every rock of my hips grinding against that spot—
“Wes,” I moaned his name as I came, shivering atop him as I kept riding those waves of pleasure, kept rocking up and down on his cock until he groaned and spilled inside me.
He leaned his forehead against mine, the warm water crashing all around us as he wrapped his arms around me. He held me as we came down, our bodies flush, our breathing matched.
And I settled against him, content and sated knowing there wasn’t a damn thing I had to worry about when it came to us.
WESTON
