Not Flip Madden, the hockey player with the slut reputation.
Phillip. Her boyfriend. The man she lets into her heart.
“I love touching you.” My lips sweep her throat. “Kissing you.” I suck her bottom lip. “Making you feel good.”
I pull back, and her trembling fingers trail over my abs, bottom lip trapped between her teeth.
Gripping her by the waist, I spin her around until her backmeets the shower wall. “As soon as you put your hands on me, I’ll be addicted to your touch.”
My admission emboldens her as she runs her hand down my chest.
“I don’t want you to look at anyone else the way you’re looking at me now.” I brace a hand on the wall above her head.
“It’s always been you, Phillip.” Her eyes warm. “Only ever you.”
“You’re all I want, Tally. Just you.” She has no idea the power she holds over me. How gone I am for her already.
Tally runs a single finger from base to tip. I shudder at the feel, at the sight, and then groan as she wraps her fingers around my length.
Her pretty blue eyes lift from my cock as it slides through her fist. “Tell me how you like it.”
“This is perfect,” I grind out, reaching up to skim her bottom lip.
Her tongue darts out to lick the pad of my finger. “Mine,” she whispers as her thumb smooths over the head.
“Yours,” I groan as she strokes back down.
Her smile is deliciously carnal.
“Does it feel good to fuck my hand, Phillip?” She arches, until the head of my cock rests against her stomach, inches above her navel.
“Like fucking heaven.”
“Mine are the only hands that will touch you like this,” she whispers the words against my lips, giving them back to me.
I revel in the intimacy of it, at the way she claims me as hers, at the feel of her hand moving over me, at the warmth of her breath on my lips.
“My mouth will be the only one to lick and suck you.” She flicks my top lip with her tongue. “And when you’re ready for me, mine will be the last pussy you fuck.”
I cover her mouth with mine, the kiss possessive. “Tell me you’re mine,” I demand.
“I’m yours.” The words are electrifying and a balm. A promise and a talisman. Every moment with her pulls me in deeper. I want her permanence in my life and my world.
Conviction lights up her beautiful, delicate features. “And you’re mine.”
“That’s right.” My fingers tighten in her hair, and I claim her mouth again, just like we’ve claimed each other.
I memorize this moment, this first for us, replacing a sea of memories that mean nothing with one that means everything.
When she wraps her other hand around me, I lose control and paint her hip in cum. The water washes it away as I drop my head to her shoulder, sated in a way I’ve never been before. She keeps one hand wrapped around me, squeezing in pulses but not stroking, kissing along my cheek until she reaches my lips. We make out for long minutes, bodies slick and hot.
I ease a hand between her thighs to cup her. “I need to see you come again for me.”
“I need to that too.” Her eyes are hot with desire.
I stroke her gently, obsessed with the sweet sounds she makes as I fill her with my fingers. She rests her forearms on my shoulders, head bowed, eyes fixed on my hand between her thighs. When her legs start to shake, I cup her chin in my palm.
“Show me how pretty you are when you’re coming for me, kitten.”
