This silent, mysterious side of Cam was seriously sexy stuff. Not that he wasn’t always somewhat quiet and serious, but this brooding thing was getting her worked up.
His hair hung wetly down his neck, carelessly strung forward over his shoulders. There was fire in his eyes. And determination.
He nudged her knees apart then hoisted one ankle upward until her heel rested on the ledge she sat on. He picked the other one up and did the same.
She was spread out before him, her pussy open and accessible. She was so damn turned on that she could have come with the slightest touch.
As if reading her thoughts, he reached with one finger and gently rolled it over her clit. Fire ignited and blazed over her. He touched one more time, and her orgasm flared and burst like a short fuse.
She gasped as her pussy pulsed with sharp, agonizing bursts. That had to be a record.
He gripped the shower head tighter in one hand and adjusted the spray to pulse setting. Her eyes widened when she realized what he was going to do. Oh hell, this was going to be good.
Using two fingers to part her folds, he brought his other hand up and swooshed the thin stream of water over her still quivering clitoris.
She arched up as a spasm worked over her pelvis.
“Cam!” she cried out.
He smiled. Silent bastard. Then he aimed the spray back over the taut bud and worked gently up and down in tiny increments.
Wave after wave of blissful, agonizing tension rolled through her. Tighter and tighter she wound, coiling viciously. Could she have another orgasm so fast?
The answer was yes.
He kept the spray steady, and every muscle in her groin screamed for mercy. She worked higher and higher, nearing the breaking point but never quiet toppling over.
“Cam, please! It hurts!”
He chuckled. “Don’t fight it, love. Let it happen.”
Her legs shook spasmodically. She braced her hands against the seat, threw back her head and screamed as another orgasm lashed through her body.
He dropped the nozzle. He surged to his feet and yanked her into his arms. He hoisted her up then pressed her back to the shower wall.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he rasped.
He reached between them, positioned his cock and thrust upward. He rocked her against the wall as he drove deep.
The spray from the discarded shower head arched upward, bathing Cam’s back with warm water. It rolled up and over his shoulders, dripping between them and down to where he was joined with her.
He cupped his hands over her ass, squeezing and spreading as he hammered forward again. He was wild and insatiable. She hung on for dear life, her hands locked behind his neck and her ankles locked at the small of his back.
Each stab was like static electricity. Almost painful as he dragged his cock over swollen, sensitive flesh.
And then he was taking her frantically. Over and over. Desperate. Frenzied.
His lips sucked at her neck, and her breasts were flattened against his heaving chest.
Mine.His every action, his every movement screamed it. He was staking his claim.Mine.His.
She closed her eyes, nearly exhausted from the two orgasms she’d already experienced. And yet another called to her, pulled sweetly at her, slower and less intense than the others.
He coaxed her flesh, teasing and intoxicating. Each pull of his cock, each stab forward.
“Yours,” she whispered.
“Mine,” he agreed.
