In which shower sex is the best sex.
Aria…
My husband swaggers into the house, past his guards, my guards, and the construction crew, sweeping me into a kiss so intense that everyone looks away. Twining my tongue with his, he kisses me until a wisp of a whimper leaves my lips.
“Evening, my bonnie bride,” he grins shamelessly.
I’m infuriated that it takes a moment to compose myself and get a full sentence out. “Welcome back. Was it a productive afternoon?”
“Let’s talk upstairs,” his hand goes to the small of my back, leading me toward the stairway. “I’m needin’ a decent, hot shower.”
Getting information out of Lachlan is impossible until he’s ready to talk and after he strips down for his shower, he pulls my clothes off and we end up in there together. Even though I’m still sore from the night before, my legs wrap around him when he thrusts into me, pushing me back against the shower wall.
“I’ve been thinkin’ about this snug little cunt and how fast I could get back into it all day,” he grunts, bending his knees and driving up, pushing deeper until I don’t know how there could possibly be any more room. My breath evaporates into the steamy shower and I can’t seem to drag in any more air. His cock is huge, so much that it doesn’t feel like there’s room for anything else inside me.
“It’s too much,” I gasp, my back arching.
“No, it’s not, baby. You’re doin’ so good for me, so sweet and hot inside,” he pushes me back against the tile, his big body covering me. “You can take this.” As if to prove his point, he drives up harder, his mouth covering mine to swallow my scream, and he pulls my hands over my head, holding my wrists together. “You hang on,” he growls in my ear. He’s still stretching me, my channel straining to take him all.
“Do ya’ know that about that special spot, high up inside you?” he says, covering my stomach with his rough, calloused hand. “Not the G spot. Higher.” He bites my neck, hard. I know I’ll feel it tomorrow but right now, I will let him do anything he wants to me. “Right. Here.” He pushes hard against me, right over my belly button and the stretch of him inside and the pressure of his hand send a bolt of lightning through me.
“You’re too big,” I cry out, tears gathering in the corners of my eyes. I’ve never cried during sex, never felt this insane intensity of emotion overwhelm me, binding pain and ecstasy together.
“The A spot,” he continues conversationally. The head of his cock is rubbing right at my cervix, slipping into a little hollow there and my back arches again as if I’ve been electrocuted.
“I- I know what that is,” I manage. I’m no virgin. Though the three men I’ve slept with never found this spot. They didn’t find my G spot, either.
The thick tip of his shaft hits it again, and I’m not sure if it’s the sting that strikes first or the bliss but I come, convulsing against him and nearly pushing him out mid-stroke.
“I want more,” he grits out. “Be a good girl and keep clamping down on my cock.”
He strokes inside me harder, and I feel his muscular ass tighten against my heels, which are digging into the small of his back. Arching up, I kiss him, biting his lip, sucking it, greedy and mindless as I feel another orgasm barreling through me.
“That’s my good girl,” he grunts, “squeeze the come out of me, strangle my cock-fuck!”
The water pours down on us, both of us shaky and panting like we’ve just run a 10k. My enormous husband tenderly kisses my cheekbones, my jaw, my lips. “So fucking beautiful,” he says reverently.
I don’t know if I’m beautiful, but when I see it reflected in his eyes, I feel that way.
We’re getting dressed when both our phones go off again.
“Please tell me this isn’t another gun battle,” I groan, seizing my phone off the bed. “Well, it’s not guns this time.”
“What is it?” I know Gregor’s sending him a report too.
“Two of our biggest warehouses are on fire. This is a nightmare.” Yanking on some jeans and a sweatshirt, I find Lachlan already dressed and ready to go, speaking rapidly to Gregor. “Send your brother to the closest one with your people,” he says, “we’ll go to the second fire.”
Staring at him, I can’t help but think this is… nice. I know I must be in shock to think this way, but to have someone else jump into action instead of just staring at me, waiting for me to take the lead feels so good. I take his outstretched hand and we race down the stairs and to the SUV waiting for us.
***
“Oh, sweet baby Jesus and all the Saints.”
I’m watching one of our biggest transportation hubs burn to the ground. Even though the fire crew got there in record time, it’s clear the massive building - and everything in it - is a complete loss.
I turn to Monroe, “Did everyone get out of the building in time?”
He shakes his head, mouth tight. “We lost five people, three more are unaccounted for.”
