His words are filthy, but they ignite something inside me.
Something hot and dirty that I didn’t know I needed. But I feel it now.
And crazy as it is, I trust him to take me exactly where I need to go.
“Taste so fucking good. Like the sweetest honey. C’mere,” he grunts and pulls me closer to his face with one big hand on my ass, while the other is busy sliding up my inner thigh.
His mouth works me like he’s starved.
Like I’m dessert and dinner and every damn craving he’s ever denied himself.
His fingers dig into my thighs, spreading me open, grounding me against the slick wall of the shower as steam curls around us like a spell.
I whimper and nod, sighing in relief when he finally pushes two thick fingers inside.
“Fuck, you’re tight. Hold on,” he growls, sucking on my clit and making me see stars.
And I do.
I hold on.
To his hair, mainly—but he just groans when I tug, the low, primal sound vibrating against my core like a secret he’s only telling my body.
“Eb,” I gasp, my voice ragged. I don’t even know what I’m begging for.
He answers with a growl and curls his fingers—and holy shit, that’s it.
The orgasm rips through me like a live wire—hot, consuming, perfect. My knees buckle, my head falls back, and I see stars behind my closed eyelids. Holy fucking shit. It’s so good I want to cry. Or laugh. Or climb him like a damn tree and never come down.
But I don’t get the chance.
Because I’m still high, still shaking, still catching my breath when he turns me around.
His grip is firm but reverent as he places my palms against the cool tile.
My body obeys on instinct, trusting him completely—something that would terrify me if it didn’t feel so right.
His hand traces down my spine, slow and steady, until it cups my hip and pulls me back.
I feel him—hot and heavy, poised at my entrance—and my body tightens in anticipation.
“Eb,” I whisper again, but it sounds different this time.
Softer. Needier. A prayer, not a protest.
He leans in, his chest against my back, lips at my ear.
“Tell me to stop,” he rasps.
“I can’t.”
“That’s my good girl,” he growls.
Then he pushes in.
Sweet Geezus.
He’s thick.
