I reach for the buttons lining the front of her top, pausing to look at her, and she unfastens the top one in response. I drink in her face—the perfect slope of her nose leading to the prettiest pink lips, swollen and parted as she waits for me. The skin around her mouth is reddened from my facial hair, and the primal part of me beats his chest in triumph at the sight.
She huffs, reaching for a second button, but before she can undo it, I tug, ripping the front of the shirt in two. The buttons scatter, pinging off the shower walls. Her gasp of surprise is matched by the heavy heaving of her chest, the swells of her large breasts pressing against the dark lace of her bra. Water streams over her silken skin, running in a ribbon between her tits, and I lean forward, licking at it for the briefest moment.
She arches into me, her finger nails digging into my scalp. I bite the tops of her breasts, hard enough to leave red crescent marks as she claws at my back.
“More,” she says again, her voice as frantic as I feel.
I reach around, unclasping her bra, and slide it and her shirt off, shucking them to the wet pile in the corner. “These’ll be impossible to get off,” I groan into the crease of her neck as my finger traces the inside band of her jeans.
“I’ll cut them off if it means you’ll keep touching me.”
I chuckle, raising my head to look at her. The water’s still running at full blast over us, its boiling spray burning into my skin, but I barely notice. Valentina’s desperate,for me,and it’s the most incredible sight I’ve ever seen.
“Stand up and face the wall.” She looks like she might challenge me, but she does as I ask. The chill that sweeps over my body as she pulls away is instant, and I scramble up to feel her heat once more. “Put your hands on the wall.”
She sighs deeply and then raises her hands to the wall in front of her. The motion pushes her pert ass out, her legs spreading for balance. My dick pulses in my jeans, begging to be freed, and I run a hand over the hard ridge in silent promise.
Reaching out, I skim my fingers down her spine, and she hisses, her head dropping between her shoulder blades. I admire her velvety expanse, and the tattoo I now recognize as the trophy of war it’s meant to be—Valentina might not yet know it, butshe’s won.She’s the victor in the war against her mind, body and soul, regardless of how many battles she lost. I’ll always reminder of that.She. Won.
I want to fall to my knees and bow for the woman she is, but she wiggles her hips at me. So instead, I press a single kiss on the tattoo—a seal to the vow I’ll uphold until the day I die.
I reach for the waist band of her jeans, and with deft, well-practiced fingers, I reach around and unclasp her button. As expected, the blue jeans are suctioned to her skin, making them damn-near impossible to remove.
I’m a determined man, though, and make quick work of it, stripping her down until she’s standing before me in nothing but a deep purple thong, the curve of her ass begging to bare my handprint.
My fingers twitch. “Are there things you like? Or don’t like?”
“I don’t like gentle. It’s all anyone’s ever been with me. Keeping me pristine for the next guy.” There’s bitterness in hervoice, and I promise, even if it’s the last thing I do, I’ll wipe every foul memory of someone else on her skinaway.
My hand lands across her ass, the sound ricocheting around the shower, surprising us both. She gasps before leaning back into me, her pussy pulsing behind the thin fabric of her panties. “Yes, God. Please, more.”
It’s clearly something she’s not used to asking—wanting more from anyone means admitting liking or needing, and Valentina Reyes has made it her life’s mission to not need or want anyone or anything she can’t get for herself.
It’s a heady feeling. I smack her again, this time across her other cheek, and she moans louder. “I bet if I pulled off these panties,” I draw a line down her crack, over the fabric there, “you’d be fucking soaked for me.”
I hear her lick her lips. “So wet.”
It’s my turn to groan, and I twist the thong, pulling it to the side to expose the perfect, pink flesh of her pussy. It’s dripping, just like we both knew it would be, and it pulses again and again. Cream glistens on her thighs, and I glide a finger through it, pulling it to my mouth to finally get a taste of her.
She’s sweet and salty, a mix of everything good and evil, healing and addictive, and I sink to my knees behind her. Gripping her thighs, I pry her open wider before leaning forward and inhaling deeply. She moans but tries to step away from me, and my fingers dig into her.
“Why are you trying to hide from me?”
“I… Isn’t this, I don’t know, dirty?” She sounds so hesitant, so unsure, and I hate whoever’s made her feel this way all over again.
I sweep my tongue through her folds before answering, my need to devour her growing more animalistic by the moment. “It’s dirty, V. But I plan to eat this pussy for every meal fromnow until you tell me to stop. It’s dirty, alright, but it’s so fucking good.”
I don’t wait for her response. Using my fingers to spread her lips, I sink into her again.And again. And again.Fucking her tight little cunt with my tongue just enough to drive her wild. Only when her legs begin to tremble and I can hear her heavy panting over the roar of the shower do I finally suck her clit into my mouth. She screams, reaching behind her to hold my head in place as she begins riding my tongue.
I don’t move my head, just drag my tongue back and forth and allow her to use my face as she needs. She’s desperate, making the most perfect, needy little mewling sounds. Her pussy begins pulsing around my tongue when I finally pull away enough to replace it with a finger. As I push into her, she stills, and I tentatively run my tongue around the puckered ring of her ass.
Again, she tries to pull away from me, but I use my finger as a hook inside her, keeping her in place. I trace another circle, this one more intentional, more claiming and demanding. By the third circle, she’s pushing back into me, insisting more without using her words.
I chuckle, smiling as I feast on her, savoring the taste of her perfect skin.I’d do anything she asked of me.
With my middle finger still pumping slowly inside her silken heat, I slide my pointer finger around her wet hole. “Can I?”
“Yes.” She offers it instantly, and I slowly push into her ass. It’s a different kind of heat than her cunt—hotter and tighter, much more resistant. But just like every other part of her, I realize it’s made for me, welcoming me in.
