“Knox.”She strained against his hold, but it was implacable.“What are you doing?”
He shook his head, hair dripping, eyes piercing.“I want to come like this,” he insisted, using his grip to keep her to the same low pace.
She shook her head, scattering water.“But I can’t,” she protested.
“Yes, you can.”Up and down, the pace that had once felt languorous and tender now torturously slow.“I can feel your pussy squeezing me.You’re close.”
“But I can’t go over.”Her voice was a whine, a plea.“You have to go faster.”
“Uh-uh.Like this.”
Steam gave way to sweat, ease to desperation.She clung to his shoulders, fingernails digging in as she fought to regain control.But her strength was no match for his, and the orgasm remained frustratingly out of reach.
“Please,” she begged, the tension in her belly so heavy, somuch,it felt as though she might burst.“Please.”
“You can do it, baby,” he murmured, nuzzling her temple, licking at the sweat that trickled.“I feel your pussy clutching at me, rippling, wanting to come.You feel so fucking good, you know that?So hot and wet and tight.Your ass felt amazing last night, like a fist around my dick, but your pussy is fucking heaven.I could spend hours fucking you like this.”
Hours?She’d never survive.“No.”
His laugh was soft and wicked.“No, baby, not now.But someday.Someday I’m going to spread you out on that big bed and fuck you, slow and easy like this, until you’re begging me to come.”
“You’re a sadist,” she breathed even as her pussy clutched at the thought.
“No, baby, not a sadist.I just want to make you feel good.”His teeth scraped her earlobe, her jaw.“Then when I’m done making you feel good, Jesse can have a turn.”
She jerked in his arms.“Oh, God.”
“He doesn’t have as much control as I do,” he went on, “so that’ll probably go fast.But then I’ll be back, fucking you slow and deep, so deep you’ll feel it everywhere, for days, and when you finally come it’ll be so hard, so good, your pretty pussy squeezing and pounding my dick, and then I’ll come—”
She cried out as the flutters started.“Knox.”
“—and it’ll be so fucking good, Chloe, coming inside you, the best thing I’ve ever felt—”
“I’m coming,” she gasped, tensing in his arms, shaking and jerking while her pussy clutched and squeezed.
“—I’ll never want to fucking stop,” he finished on a tearing groan, his big body jerking under hers, and they were both coming, together.
And when the pleasure was done, they sat there on the bench in the shower, wrapped around each other in a cloud of steam, and held on.
* * * *
Chloe smiled at Knox across the booth.She knew it was a dreamy, dopey smile, but she couldn’t seem to help it.She felt good, relaxed and loose and almost ridiculously happy, a state she had decided to attribute to sleeping late and a spectacular orgasm, ignoring the nagging thought that something had happened back there in that shower.
Because something had, something important, but she didn’t know what, and she didn’t know what to do about it.So she buried it under the smile and said, “That’s the biggest omelet I’ve ever seen.”
“I know.”Knox eyed it dubiously.“I may have overestimated myself.”
She picked up her fork and stabbed one of the fat sausages on her plate.“Looks good, though.”
“It does.”Evidently deciding to give it a go, Knox picked up his knife and fork.“Fuck, I’m hungry.”
“Me, too,” she mumbled around the sausage.“And tired.I’m taking a nap after this.”
“Wish I could, but I promised Jesse I’d help at the restaurant.”Knox took a bite of omelet and closed his eyes in pleasure.
“Good?”she asked.
“Very.”He cut another bite.“What are your plans after your nap?”
