She nods, moaning as I pump up into her and rub her clit faster. Our mouths and tongues move together messily.
“Fuck Luc, fuck that feels so… fucking good. I’m going to come.” I can feel her tightening around me.
“Me too. Wheredo you want me?”
She replies quickly, gasping, “inside me.”
The idea of filling her likethat, it ignites a kink in me I didn’t realise I had. Something primal and possessive.
I don’t hesitate. I keep thrusting, steady and hard—her clenching around me, crying out my name against my neck.
She shatters around me, pulsing, and I follow with a groan, spilling deep inside her.
We collapse into each other, sticky and shaking and still joined. We’re a mess—sweaty, tangled, my cum spills out of her, and fuck, the sight of it makes me want her all over again.
I help pull the rest of her clothes off. Her legs are still trembling. I scoop her up, her arms around my neck, legs around my waist. I kick off my shorts and carry us to the shower.
I turn the double shower on, stepping us under the cool spray.
“I think I can walk now, Lucas.”
I gently set her down. We wash each other—soap, hair, everything—taking our time. It feels intimate, grounding.
But by the time we rinse the bubbles away, my cock is already hard again.
I pull her close and kiss her, lifting her back into my arms.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. I need you again, Cam.” I groan into her mouth, rubbing my hardness into her.
She moans in reply, nodding, her hand wrapping around me and her mouth crashing into mine.
I can’t get enough of this woman.
My cock slides back into her easily now we’re wet and she’s ready for me.
This time, I take my time—fucking her slow and deep, holding her close as her moans echo off the tile. Her nails bite into myshoulders, and her head tips back against the wall as she moans. I move inside her until we’re both unraveling again. She tightens around me, and I follow, pulsing inside her with a groan.
This time I use my fingers to push it back up inside her. She whimpers, her body still twitching from aftershocks.
I lift my hand to her mouth. “Lick.”
She moans, wraps her lips around my fingers, and sucks me clean.
Fuck. This woman.
We rinse the newly made mess from our bodies and I turn the water off. I grab two white towels, wrapping one around her, the other around my waist. She looks exhausted, eyes half-lidded and dazed in that way that makes my chest ache with something more than lust.
I pick her up again, this time like she’s something fragile, somethingmine.
I carry her to my bed, lay her down gently. “Rest, my Angel.”
I kiss her shoulder and climb in beside her, wrapping myself around her from behind. She lets out a soft sigh, the sound of complete trust, and falls asleep in my arms.
When her breathing evens out, I stay there for a moment, just watching her. Memorizing every detail, just in case her walls are back up when she wakes up—her flushed cheeks, her damp hair sticking to her forehead, her hand curled lightly over mine. She’s so damn beautiful.
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