With all our clothes except for Penelope’s shirt still on, I step under the spray with her in my arms.The space is too narrow for much else, and I abhor the thought of putting space between us, but when she wiggles for freedom, I let her slide down my front.She tugs the bottom hem of my shirt up until I take over and peel the wet fabric over my head.
She takes advantage of my preoccupation and wraps her arms around me.The soaked fabric of her bra does little to dampen the sensation of her breasts flattening against me.I bite back a moan as she slips her thumbs into the waistband of my pants.
I bang my elbow against the wall, but my shirt refuses to get off my arms.
“Wait, Penelope, I—”
She wiggles my pants down my legs, leaving my underwear clinging to my hips, and drops to her knees as she works them to my ankles.
I free my arms with a vicious yank and snarl when she grabs my cock through my boxer briefs.
Every inch of me shakes with the force of my desire as she wraps both hands around my shaft.Zings of electricity shoot up my spine.
I cup her upper arms to push her away, but she stops me by aiming vulnerable eyes at mine.I marvel at the gold, green, and brown flecks.
“I want to make you come,” she says.
A shiver wracks me from my head to my toes.
“It won’t be hard,” I groan.
She smirks and glances down at my cock before lifting her gaze back to mine and worrying her lip ring.
“You’re hard enough right now,” she quips.
“That’s not what I meant, pipsqueak,” I growl.
Her smirk widens.
“You’re making me want to see how many times it takes to make you go soft,” she whispers.
I curl my toes into the floor and fight back my release by tensing my abs.
“That’s not what I meant either,” I snarl.
“Am I hurting you?”she whispers.
“Only in the best way,” I manage through gritted teeth.
“I… I don’t want to dampen the mood, but…” she shuffles closer as though needing comfort, so I slide one hand to her nape and the other to her back and draw gentle designs on her skin.“The reason I said no to tasting you everywhere is because… Michael tried to make me give him head.I bit him.”
I pause my petting as I process her words.
I’ll kill him.
Avenging my sweet pea will have to come later.Loving and cherishing her comes first.
“Did he bleed?”I snarl.
“Everywhere,” she shudders.
I can’t even find solace in the fact she hurt him, not with the haunted look in her eyes.
I pull her flush against me and wrap my arms around her.
“I’ll never ask you to—”
“I know.I want to.Eventually.Not tonight.But maybe if I… I want to make you come, just not with my mouth,” she says.
