The sound of the shower filtered through the bathroom door so he slid out of bed and went to her. He found her standing beneath the steamy spray, seemingly lost in thought.
“Oh, hey. Good morning.” She gave him a shy smile as he stepped into the shower behind her. “I didn’t want to wake you, but I had to start getting ready for work.”
He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. “Your sleeping charm worked a little too well.”
“It was nice, you know.” She looked him straight in the eye. “Spending the night together, in a bed, after all these years.”
“Yeah.” Althoughnicewasn’t quite the word he’d use. He felt anchored to Jess in a way he hadn’t before, not even in their teens. Things between them then had been passionate but volatile. They’d been so young, and he’d been so lost, just drifting through life trying to keep his head above water.
He sure as hell hadn’t been an adult, not even close. But he was an adult now, and he fully appreciated the beautiful, amazing woman in his arms. And he was going to cherish the hell out of every single moment he got to spend with her.
He bent his head and kissed her as the shower’s hot spray cascaded over their bodies. But it was nothing compared to the fire raging inside him. Each time he held Jess in his arms, his need for her grew even more intense, more powerful.
“Sometimes I imagined what it would be like,” she murmured as she kissed her way down his neck. “You and me together like this.”
“You thought about us?” He cupped her breasts, rewarded by a moan of pleasure from Jess. In all the years he’d spent fantasizing about her, he’d never imagined she might have done the same. She’d been so angry, so hurt, when he left that he’d assumed she’d never thought of him again.
“Of course.” She took his nipple between her teeth and tugged.
His dick pulsed with increasing intensity. He let that ache fuel him as he touched her, kissing and caressing every inch of her beautiful body. Her breath caught as he slid a hand between her legs, stroking her while he kissed her neck.
He needed to memorize everything, the soft sounds of pleasure she made as he brought her closer to the edge, the sweet scent of her skin, the way the shower pounded on his shoulders, heightening his senses. He held her closer, taking pleasure from the way her hips rocked against his. She was so responsive to his touch, so passionate.
She threw her head back, and it was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. Her eyes closed, and she whimpered, her hips thrusting erratically against him as she lost control. It was beautiful. So fucking beautiful.
“Oh God, Mark…” Her body tensed as she came, and then she collapsed against his chest. “That was…amazing.”
Fuck, yeah. As good as it was between them, and it was fucking spectacular, he’d never lost control like that during sex. Never lost control, period. It was addictive though, watching her lose control. He wanted to do it again. And again.
“Your turn,” she whispered, gripping him.
His balls tightened as she stroked his shaft, and he hissed out a breath, thrusting his hips against her.
“How bad do you need me right now?” She stroked her thumb over his head, and his vision grew hazy.
Pretty fuckin’ bad.So bad it scared him. He reached down and pushed her hand away. “Not as bad as I need to taste you.”
“No time,” she said, even as a blush crept across her cheeks. “I have to get ready for work.”
“There’s time.” He reached up to turn off the water and then swept her into his arms and carried her to the bed. He kissed his way down her stomach and knelt between her legs.
“Mark, really, you don’t have to…”
But her whimper when he touched her let him know that she wanted this as much as he did. He put his mouth on her, reveling in her salty taste, the way her hips bucked and her knees parted, inviting him in. He used his tongue to drive her wild, letting her pleasure fuel him. He lost himself to the sensations as he nipped and plunged, driving her higher and higher. She let out a cry that echoed throughout his body. His dick was so hard he felt like he hadn’t come in years, when it had only been hours.
This was the effect she had on him.
“Wow,” Jess whispered when she’d recovered.
He looked up at her, ridiculously pleased by the ravished look on her face.
She sat up and reached for him. “I can be a few minutes late.”
“No, you can’t.” He gave her a quick kiss, then slid out of bed. He pulled on his boxers and jeans and reached for his shirt.
“Mark…”
“Call me later.”
