And still her sex spasmed, little jolts that said she had no idea what she was getting into, but oh my God, did she ever want more.
Now his hands stroked down her back. He paused at her waist, then jerked her back a bit, folding her body more in half.
He squeezed her bottom, spreading her wider than was decent.
Oh God. Another flood of moisture leaked from her.
His thumbs stroked the very top of the cleft between her ass cheeks, then lower. “Still want me to fuck you?”
She nodded, a gasp shaking loose from her chest.
His fingers ghosted over her rear hole and she clenched in surprise. What was he doing?
Then his touch was gone. She whimpered, and he murmured something she didn’t catch. Before she could unscramble the sounds in her head, she felt him again. His right hand curled around the front of her thigh and—ahhhh—he fisted his cock against her wetness, sliding all the way inside her as she cried out.
That first stroke always took her breath away as her body adjusted to him. But from behind—and bent over this much, with her sex still swollen from the first climax—was something else. He nailed every sizzling nerve ending, every bump and soft nubby spot inside her, and by the time he bottomed out, she was halfway to coming again.
She was stretched wide, full to the point of aching.
It was so good.
Dirty and hot and hard and perfect.
“Hunter,” she gasped, and he grunted, fucking out of her again before thrusting back in.
Another aching stretch. Oh God. Yes, there. That.
“More…”
“You want it harder?”
“Yes!”
“Jesus. Take it.”
She arched her hips and let him give it to her, hard and fast. Rough enough that she couldn’t respond again. Rough enough that when he spoke again, she almost didn’t hear him because she was spinning fast, free-falling.
“I love you,” he gasped, his voice raw and barely there as he said three unexpected, beautiful words. He slammed into her again and her hands skittered across the wall, uselessly grabbing for purchase. “I love you, Serena. You’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she repeated on the end of a moan. She was going to come again. She’d barely recovered from the last orgasm, and he was churning her desire up for another explosion.
“I adore every last bit of you. Remember that.”
“Hunter!” With a strangled scream, she lost control, and he followed her into it, curling over her body, his hips stuttering against her backside as his release pulsed inside her body.
His breath was hot against her back. His arms solid around her. She let out a shaky exhale, then tapped her hand against the wall. He loosened his grip and she tested her legs. Nope. Not moving anywhere for a second.
He slipped out of her and lifted her into his arms, carrying her to the shower.
Without a word, he turned on the hot water and set her down on her feet, then joined her.
She stood there, silently, waiting for the steam to rise. Maybe it would clear the daze in her head.
“Are you—” he started.
“I’m fine,” she whispered. But was she? He’d said…
She couldn’t even think it.
