Chuffing a laugh, I come out of the spray so she can do her thing. And God, does she do her thing! My head tips back from her steadfast hands washing my skin. She takes her time, exploring every ridge of muscle, every throbbing vein, every mark and scar I’ve earned from hard work. She washes the calluses on my rugged hands and kisses my palms.
I’m damn near ready to explode by the time she reaches my length. The second she touches me, takes me in her hand, I lose it. I move in, cornering her against the back wall of the shower, hands on either side of her.
“Fuck, Briella Darling. Guy can only stand so much!”
Especially with how she’s blushing and those pretty nipples getting hard for me.
“Well, you don’t have to stand. You could bend,” She teases. “Or kneel. Or just sit, and I’ll straddle. There’s many different positions we could?—”
I cut her off, spinning her around, and flattening her hands against the tiles. Tiles I replaced. Tiles she didn’t care if they were a little mismatched.
I wrap one arm around her front and slide two fingers inside her, grinding my dick against her ample ass.
“How long have you been wet, Darling?” I ask, rubbing my lips along her neck.
“Um…long?”
“Hmm.” I kiss one corner of her mouth. “Guess I should put you out of your suffering.”
“If you wouldn’t mind. No pressure.”
“Oh.” I chuckle, bending her a little and lining myself up. “There will be plenty of pressure.”
I normally don’t do this. But things haven’t been normal. So, I thrust deep, slamming every pierced inch of my cock inside her pussy. She yelps right before she wiggles that cute little ass, pushing back and sucking me in. I pause here. Just feeling the tight clasp of her cunt. Like I’m straddling the line between heaven and hell.
Then, I feel her slender, soft fingers touching the base.
“Goddamn,” I groan at her rubbing where we’re joined, then my balls. I lower my hand, covering hers with my palm.
“I’ve missed you, Seth.”
“Likewise.”
“You’ve missed you?”
I roll my eyes and give her ass a sharp smack, loving that little squeal. Love how her cheeks look with the mark, the one Raphael had me forge for the middle of our chains.
The Queen chess piece. Perfect for her. And for us.
Now, I fuck her like she wants. We keep our hands together. Except, I rub her fingers along her clit, circling and circling until she shudders and squeezes so damn tight around me. I lean in and say dark and low in her ear, “Come, Briella Darling.”
Her body clamps around me, squeezing and spasming, pulling me into a consuming, wicked pleasure. The orgasm hits me from all sides, and I suddenly grip her jaw and claim her mouth, kissing her as we ride the wave together.
And as she’s panting, I turn her around, lift her so her legs straddle me, and I bury myself inside her again. She cries softly, her nails raking my shoulders, but she stares right at me. Now, she’s soaked from the shower, soaked in our releases. Tonight, I swear she’s looking at me like I’m more than just hers. Like…I’mhome.
One day early.
There’s something there that guts me wide open. That soft reverence, the way her gaze roams over my face like she’s memorizing every scar, every shadow, every part of me that lost hope we’d find a woman like her.
She holds my face like it’s something precious, likeI’msomething precious.
I’m holding something more precious.
And for a second, I can’t move. I just let her look. Let her love me with those soft, sweet eyes that tell me she knows exactly how much I give, and she’d take it all, and give it back double.
I press my forehead to hers, soaking her in.
“I missed you, too,” I whisper it like a confession. And gaze at her like she’s my entire damn goddess temple. “I love you.”
