Sean moves the hair that’s escaped my clip off my shoulder and bends down to kiss the skin at the base of my neck.
“Time means nothing to me. Our next second could be our last. Youaremine, Layla. I’ve never been so sure of anything,” he whispers, spinning me to face him and pulling me so close that I gasp when he presses against me. I dart my tongue out over my bottom lip, and when I taste his blood, the sadistic part of my brain rejoices and my pussy throbs.
“You think I’m strong, but I’m not strong, Sean … I’m weak.” I’m silently begging for his lips on mine but he doesn’t give me them. Instead, he backs up and turns the water on in the shower, but then he’s in front of me in seconds, trailing his finger over my cheek.
“We might be weak for each other, but together we’re strong,” he growls, as I close my eyes and tug him closer, shedding the remaining pieces of my former self. “We’re unstoppable.” He kisses my cheek. “Unshakable.” He kisses the other. “Infinite.”
The last word is barely out of his mouth before his lips come crashing down onto mine. My heart pounds in my chest as his kiss consumes me. Sean holds me so tight that it’s almost hard to breathe. He groans as his lips part mine and he forces his tongue into my mouth, pulsing and frenzied. Sean Hunter kisses exactly how heis.Wild, yet so calculated. My arms wrap around his neck and I push into him, moaning into his lips. Everything feels so surreal as his hands knead every part of me they can reach, and he kisses me in that demanding way. Licking, sucking, nipping at me, sending little sparks through my blood and drivingme to the brink of insanity with every soft, deliberate pulse of his tongue meeting mine.
Sean leans deeper into my lips as I eagerly kiss him back. He unclips my hair and lets it fall down around my shoulders. The kiss is only broken for a fraction of a second, just long enough for him to pull my shirt up over my head and toss it to the floor, then he’s unclasping my bra with one hand and adding it to the pile as steam begins to fill the bathroom.
He backs up slightly and his gaze ravages my topless body like he can’t get enough. I can’t help myself—my eyes move down and I cautiously run my fingers along the side of his solid cock, then look back up at him. Sean reaches down and takes my hand in his own, wrapping it tighter around his cock as precome leaks from the tip.
“Fuuuuck,” he breathes out, and then his lips are back on mine and my naked chest is pressed against his as his hands move over me the way mine move over him. I rock my hips into him, removing my hand from his cock to allow us to meld together, searching for the sweet friction I so desperately need. Anything to soothe the savage ache between my thighs, the need for him that I haven’t been able to shake since the moment I first saw him. Both his hands come up to frame my face, and he anchors me with the lust and fire in his emerald eyes.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Sean’s voice is deep and gruff as he backs up to look at me, and his eyes are feral. I lean in, nipping at his full bottom lip, biting hard enough to hurt him.
“Stay … I … wasn’t done kissing you yet,” I whisper to him playfully, which pulls a deep growl from him that feels very much like a reward to me.
The release of being completely myself is freeing. Sean gives me what I want. He lets me kiss him for so long I don’t even know what time is anymore.
Still kissing me, he unbuttons my jeans with one hand andpulls them from my body along with my panties. Our naked flesh pressed together is as close to ecstasy as I’ve ever felt. When he finally breaks the kiss, I’m breathless and boneless, and then his hands slide down my ass and I’m being lifted, my legs wrapping around his waist as he walks us into the shower. His strength is evident as he pins me against the shower wall, the hot water rushing over us. “Layla,” he chants as he kisses me, sliding his finger down to sweep over my clit. “I can’t wait to taste this soaking cunt.”
I tip my head back and moan, then focus on his eyes again, knowing exactly how to get what I want. To command him just a little bit stops the thinking side of his brain from taking over, the side that always has to be in control, andthatis where he seems to find his release.
“No, Sean,” I draw his name out in a whisper. “It’smyturn.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Sean
Layla removes herself from my grasp, clearly with her own agenda as she slides her hands down my chest and drops to sit on the shower seat behind her, looking up at me with those big siren eyes and my blood on her face.
Just the feel of her hand wrapping around my cock as she takes control makes my eyes roll back, for fuck’s sake. Everything about this woman drives me crazy. I skate my thumb over her bottom lip as I look down at her, wanting everything she’s willing to give me. I commit this to memory—her pretty face stained red with me. I’ll fucking remember it for the rest of my days.
“Open up for me then, little dove. Show me where you want my cock.”
She taps her lips. “Here,” she breathes out, leaning in to swirl her tongue over the crown of my dick. Her long copper hair is a wild tangle around her shoulders and her pretty pink nipples are on display. All I want to do is bury myself so deep in that sweet fucking pussy I can’t stop thinking about. But first I need to stuff my cock down her throat to take the edge off or Iwon’t last five minutes in her tight wet cunt. It’s been too long, and she’s tortured me too much.
Water hits her lashes as she looks up at me, a wicked gleam in her eyes.
I fucking love being right. I knew this woman was made for me. I graze my hand over her wet hair as she tastes me, slowly at first. Then her eyes turn from curious to desperate as fuck in a heartbeat as I stroke her cheek with my thumb, washing my blood from her face. I’m aching against her lips. I finish washing away the red from her skin and move my thumb down to her bottom lip, popping her mouth open before reaching to the back of her head and collecting her hair in my fist, pushing her toward my cock. I watch in awe as she takes me fully into her mouth, and I slide into her throat with ease, pressed against her tongue, and groan.
Motherfucking perfect.
She gags when I hit the back of her throat, and I slowly pull out while I look down at her.
“Suck,” I order, and she smiles with sass and fucking nips at me.
I hiss and shake my head no, reaching down to pinch her nipple hard in response. She whimpers as if the pain fuels her, then she takes over, wrapping her fingers around the base of my cock. Covering me with her lips again, Layla takes me deep a second time and moans around me. I watch as she clenches her thighs together on the seat.
“Fuck,” I breathe out. “You like tormenting me? It makes you wet to show me how well you can take my fat cock?” I love the feel of her tongue against me, sliding along the underside of my shaft. The sass in her eyes holds my attention as I tangle my hand in her hair again, holding her exactly where I want.
“You look so pretty like this, Layla … fucking beautiful,” I murmur.
She shivers at my praise.
“Yeah, you love being my filthy fucking girl, don’t you?” She nods with her big doe eyes looking up at me and my cock in her mouth and my knees weaken at the sight. I set the pace for her and cover her hand with mine at the base of my cock. “That’s it …” I’m lost in the feel of her.
