I took her hand and placed it on my erection. “Do you feel what you do to me?”
Her answer was a moan as I started to pump my finger in and out, adding a second one as she started to stroke me. We were working each other up with our hands, and it was good, but not nearly enough. I needed to feel what it was like to be inside of her.
Pulling my hand away, I spun her around, making her lose her grip on my erection as I pushed her closer to the back wall of the shower. Sabrina’s hands shot out, landing flat against the white tile as I urged her hips back into me. She bent at the waist and looked over her shoulder at me.
The view I had was amazing, my eyes traveling from her firm little ass and up her back, admiring her trim figure. Finally, I locked eyes with her as I lined myself up at her entrance and pushed inside of her.
She was hot and slick, taking every inch of me inside with her loudest moan yet. It was like music to my ears, and I liked knowing that I’d caused her to make that sound. I paused for just a second before rolling my hips forward and pulling back. Sabrina’s head swung back around and hung loosely between her outstretched arms as I started to pump in and out of her slowly. I wanted to take my time and enjoy every second of this because I had a feeling that tonight was a one-time thing. I needed to make it count.
After a few strokes, Sabrina started pushing back into me with every thrust. The result drove me even deeper and yet she didn’t shy away. She couldn’t get enough.
The water from the shower peppered my back, and I was overcome by all the sensations radiating through my body. The only sounds in the small space were the running water and our wet bodies slapping together. As things got more heated and rougher, Sabrina’s small gasps and breathy moans joined in.
“Fuck, yeah,” I ground out between clenched teeth.
I felt an orgasm building inside my body already, but I wasn’t going to come yet. Not until she did. Reaching around her body, I cupped her breasts.
“Butch, I’m…. I’m going to…”
“Do it, baby,” I commanded. “Come for me.”
Sabrina’s cries of pleasure rang out as I felt her walls contract around me. Something primal rose up inside of my body as my own orgasm slammed into me, sending me tumbling over the edge of ecstasy. My grip on her hips tightened as I kept riding her through my climax, letting loose a string of curses.
It was so fucking good.
When it was over, and the waves of pleasure had subsided, I pulled out of her and reached for the shampoo. Sabrina turned around, bracing herself against the shower wall, as if her legs were too shaky to fully support her.
“I’m going to clean us,” I told her, opening the shampoo and squeezing some into my hand. “Then we’re going for round two.”
Her eyes widened, making me grin. If she thought that was it, she had another think coming. I was just getting started, and we’d both be weak in the knees by the time I was done.
Sabrina
I woke up with a crick in my neck and a bone-deep satisfaction lingering in the rest of my body. I opened my eyes to see that I had fallen asleep—or more like passed out—with my head on Butch’s shoulder. Maybe not the most supportive and comfortable position, but I liked the feeling of my body molded against his sculpted form.
Butch was still asleep, and I took a moment to look at him, his face relaxed and his lips parted as he took deep, steady breaths. He wasn’t traditionally handsome, with his slightly crooked nose and ears that stuck out a little too far, but I couldn’t help being drawn to him. The things that others might consider flaws were perfect to me, because I was tired of perfection. I was surrounded by it. There was something about Butch that set my blood on fire. Maybe it was the way he carried himself, with an easy swagger that relaxed me even though he was a part of the motorcycle club. Or maybe it was the way he looked at me, like I was something more than a senator’s daughter. He made me feel like I was a real woman, not just the last in a long line of influential politicians.
It had been so long since a man had looked at me and seen more than the political dynasty that I was a part of. In fact, Butch may have been the first man toeverdo that.
Of course, he didn’t know much more about me than my first name.
And it needed to stay that way.
Heart heavy, I lifted my head off his shoulder and peeled back the blankets. I was silent as I slipped out of the bed, pausing only long enough to reach my arms over my head in a full-body stretch. My shoulders popped satisfyingly, but my eyes darted to Butch’s sleeping form. He shifted, rolling toward my side of the bed, but he didn’t wake up.
I breathed a sigh of relief. This would be easier if I didn’t have to face him. If he asked me to return to the bed with that heated look in his eyes, I wasn’t sure that I would be strong enough to say no.
Tiptoeing around the bedroom, I grabbed Lacey’s dress. In the bathroom, I scanned the floor for my shoes and underwear. I was able to find my bra and heels easily, but my panties had somehow gotten lost in the small room. Where could they be?
I didn’t have a lot of time to search for them, as Butch shifted his position once again. I had no idea what time he usually woke up, but it was nine in the morning, so I couldn’t expect him to sleep too much longer. Fastening my bra as I stepped into my heels, I was careful not to stumble. I pulled the dress back over my head, arching my back and twisting my arms in an attempt to get the damn thing zipped up.
Finally, I succeeded as Butch moved once again. I didn’t know if it was because I was missing from the bed or not, but the idea of that caused the strangest flutter in the center of my chest.
I didn’t stick around to figure out what it meant. Leaving the room, I crossed the living room, which I hadn’t gotten a chance to actually see last night. It was small and open with an eat-in kitchen space. There wasn’t much furniture, just a beat-up old couch and a TV stand with a huge flat-screen on top. There were video game systems on the shelves of the TV stand and a row of action movie DVDs. Total bachelor pad.
I wondered how many other women Butch had brought here. How many others did he make feel this special?
I shook my head at myself.
