He sucks my breast first, bending down with a hungry growl, his mouth hot and insistent as he takes one nipple between his lips. His tongue swirls rough and wet around the hardened peak, teasing in slow circles that send jolts of pleasure shooting straight to my core, pulling a sharp cry from my throat. My hands fist in his wet hair, fingers tangling in the slick strands, pulling him closer as if I could merge us together.
His stubble grazes my sensitive flesh, a rough scrape that heightens every sensation. He switches to the other breast, sucking, drawing it deep into his mouth with relentless suction, his teeth nipping just enough to make me gasp, a delicious edge of pain that sharpens the ecstasy. My body arches into him instinctively, pressing closer.
He kisses down my body then, his lips leaving a trail of fire along my collarbone, soft and lingering at first, then firmer as they skim over the sensitive curve. Water streams down between us making every touch feel amplified. He presses deliberate kisses along my ribs, each one teasing, drawing out shivers that race across my skin. His breath fans hot against me as his mouth traces down my stomach, nipping lightly at the soft flesh there. His hands slide up my thighs, fingers digging in just enough to part them wider.
Dropping to his knees, he starts to eat me out.
His mouth finds my center with unerring precision, lips sealing over me as his tongue delves deep, exploring with long, slow strokes that lick me clean and send jolts straight through my core. My legs buckle instantly, knees weakening under the assault, but his hands grip my ass firmly, holding me steady against the wall. He sucks on my clit then, drawing it in with gentle pressure at first, then harder, his tongue circling andflicking in a rhythm that's relentless and perfect. Stars burst behind my eyes, pleasure coiling tight in my belly, building layer by layer until it's almost too much, my moans echoing off the steam-filled walls.
Then he fucks me against the wall in the running stall, rising up in one fluid motion, his body pressing close as the water beats down on us. His cock is hard and insistent, nudging against me before he lifts one of my legs around his waist, hooking it securely. He thrusts into me with a deep groan that echoes off the marble, filling the space like thunder, the water cascading over our joined bodies like a baptism of sin, washing away any last hesitation. I'm dizzy from it all, the world spinning in a haze of steam and sensation as he pounds into me, deep and rhythmic, each drive claiming more of me. He fills me completely for the first time, his size stretching me in ways that border on pain but tip straight into ecstasy, a delicious burn that makes me gasp. My nails dig into his shoulders, scraping down his back as I cling to him, nearly screaming with each powerful thrust, the wet slap of skin on skin mingling with the shower's constant roar, amplifying the frenzy.
When I come, it's shattering, waves of pleasure crashing through me in relentless pulses that start deep and radiate out, my body clenching around him like a vise. Cries tear from my throat, raw and uncontrolled, as ecstasy blinds me, vision blurring under the onslaught. And so does he—his release hot and deep inside me, flooding me in thick spurts that I feel every throb. His groan muffles against my neck, hot breath fanning my skin as he thrusts one last time, hard and final, our bodies locking in that trembling union, shuddering together under the endless spray.
For a while, seconds, minutes, hours, we are locked together. One animal.
Then we have sex again—raw and urgent. This time, no preamble, just need crashing over us endlessly.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
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Itake her with me out of the stall, my hand wrapped firmly around her wrist, her skin slick and warm from the lingering heat of the shower. Steam clings to us like a thin veil as I lead her across the tiled floor.
There are no words in my head.
I towel her off first, grabbing the plush bath sheet from the rack and draping it over her shoulders. I pat her dry. Her breasts feel heavy in my hands through the towel, nipples pebbling under the material. She's quiet too, her blue eyes wide and dazed, meeting mine with a vulnerability that twists something deep in my gut, stirring the hunger all over again. I haven't gotten enough—far from it; those quick, frantic fucks against the wall were just the first sparks, igniting a roaring need that demands more. The need is now like an open wound, raw and exposed.
I crave more.
So, after toweling her with slow drags over the swell of her hips and gently between her thighs, her breath hitches at the contact. My fingers interlace with hers, then I pull her throughthe doorway into the bedroom. In the moonlight her skin looks ethereal, almost as if lit from within. I push her down on the mattress and hover over her. The faint scent of her perfume lingers on the pillows.
I fuck her again, but slower this time, cherishing every second as I realize I've never really been a husband the way I should have. Never explored her like this, mapping her body with my mouth as if it's the first time—because in so many ways, it is.
I start at her neck, kissing the pulse point where her heartbeat flutters violently under my lips, fast and erratic like a trapped bird. The skin there is soft, warm, tasting faintly of her natural sweetness. I suck gently at first, then harder. I want to draw a mark. I want to show the world that she is mine. I pull my mouth away and watch with satisfaction when her skin blooms red under the surface. Her body arches up toward me like she's seeking more, her hands fisting in my hair with a needy tug. It sends tingles racing down my scalp, pulling me closer as her breath becomes short, desperate bursts.
I bend my head and leave another mark.
My lips move downwards. Her collarbone. I trace the delicate ridge with my tongue, slow and wet, lapping at the smooth curve. Tasting the good, clean skin. My lips brush lower, and her fingers tighten in my hair, urging me on without words.
I knead her breast with my free hand, thumb circling the peak in lazy spirals that make her squirm beneath me. She moans low and throaty, the vibration humming through her chest into mine, her back arching off the bed to press closer. I switch sides, lavishing the same relentless attention—sucking deeper, tongue flicking and swirling around the bud until it's swollen and aching. The wet sounds of my mouth fill the quiet room, slurping and popping softly, her gasps growing sharper, more desperate as her hips buck up against me involuntarily.
I kiss every inch of her skin. I’m methodical and reverent. Not one inch do I neglect. It is all mine. All of it. When I feel like it I nip at the sensitive spots. That makes her squirm and sigh breathlessly—a light, airy sound. Her body twists under me in protest. Over her stomach, where her muscles tense and flutter under my mouth, I dip my tongue into her navel, circling slowly, feeling her shiver as the warmth spreads lower.
Her hips start to shift restlessly, and a soft whimper escapes as I trail open-mouthed kisses along her hip bone, biting gently at the curve. I go lower, spreading her thighs with my hands. The soft inner skin quivers under my palms. Her soft, sweet pussy is already glistening as I settle between them and breathe deeply. The scent of her intoxicates me, musky and sweet. My mouth begins to water.
I suck on that pink flower greedily until it becomes fat and swollen in my mouth. I know she could come any minute. She is that ready.
That is when I stop, and thrust into her with a deep, guttural groan. The tight wet heat of her envelopes me, a perfect grip that pulls me in deeper. The suddenness of my entry makes her gasp, but her walls stretch beautifully around my hardness. She wraps her legs around me, locking her ankles at my back. Her nails dig into my shoulders as I fill her completely.
I pull back, almost all the way out, treasuring the drag, the way her taut muscles clench around my cock, trying to keep me inside. I withdraw almost to the head of my cock, then I ram back in deep and brutal, ball deep. Each thrust builds the heat, her moans syncing with mine, low and raw, the bed creaking under us in a steady rhythm.
My weight presses her into the mattress; her eyes flutter shut. The friction is intense, her wetness coating me, the sounds wet and lewd—slurping with each pull out, a slap when I driveback in. Her hands roam my back, nails scraping down in long trails that sting and spur me on.
I hook one of her legs over my shoulder. The new position opens her up wider, my cock plunging harder, the stretch making her cry out in a high and broken voice, as her body arches to meet me. Breasts bouncing with the force, her moans turning to whimpers as I pound into her, the slap of skin on skin merciless. I lean down to capture her mouth, tongues tangling as wild uninhibitedness takes over—no holding back, just raw need.
I roll her over and settle on my back as she straddles me. She rides with true abandon, her hands on my chest for balance. The sight of her above me, hair tumbling down, eyes locked on mine, breasts swaying with each movement, drives me insane. It’s beautiful, and it’s filthy. My hands grip her hips, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh, urging her faster as she bounces on my dick.
She circles her pelvis in tight loops, and I buck up to meet her, the bed shaking under us.
