Okay. You’re forgiven.“I’m gonna hit the shower.”
I sauntered to the bathroom and closed the door but didn’t lock it. Then I turned on the water, stepping into the oversized shower—four adults could fit in here. The water was warm enough to build a little steam and wash away the fatigue—I’d already been worn out when Mike came to my room yesterday, but I didn’t mind losing whatever energy I’d had to him. Not at all.
Why hadn’t he joined me yet? Were my eyes not inviting enough?
I tilted my head to the back, the water sliding from my neck down, tantalizing my nipples, images of Mike’s tongue moving in circles around them forming behind my eyelids. Then I felt him. The rough fingers against my back, following the curves of my waist, taking their time, making me shudder.
“Thought you might need some company, Ms. Dawson.” His rugged voice was even sexier when he whispered. Opening my eyes, I twirled. His hair was longer, black when wet. The steam gave his flesh a glowing sheen, so irresistible I wanted to lick the water droplets off his skin. My hands slid down his wet chest, my eyes dropping to his dick jutting from within the tangle of pubic hair, rigidly standing forward—it almost looked painful, but so was the throbbing between my thighs.
His fingertips climbed up to my ribs, teasing between my breasts. I traced his lips with my fingers, and he nibbled and sucked at my fingertips. My breath caught when he rolled his thumbs over my nipples. As they hardened, he put his mouth on one and his hand between my legs, spreading them.
He dropped to his knees. His tongue licked along the folds of my pussy. I tilted my head back and let the water fall over my face and hair, the steam adding to the pressure building inside me as Mike sucked on my clit. Opening me further to him, he slipped a finger inside, then a second one, while his tongue drew circles around my clit.
I pulled at his curls, and his eyes rolled up at me. I wanted him. Inside me. Filling me.
As if he heard my thoughts, he stood. His palms gripped my ass, and he lifted me in his arms and pressed my back against the cold tiles. I wrapped my legs around his hips, and his lips took mine in a blistering kiss as he pushed inside me.
My lips parted for breath while his measured strokes ratcheted up my desire to a new level. He swiveled his hips over me, grinding against me. I ran my fingers along his jaw as he gazed into my eyes, his groans wild.
“What the fuck do you have down? Your pussy is…” he rasped. “I can’t…” His voice broke on the two words.
A gasp seeped out of my mouth as he pulled out of me and braced me against the wet tiles. Swiftly, his mouth was fucking me.
“Did you come?” I asked.
He shook his head against my pussy. Then he lifted his head to me and pushed three fingers, one at a time, inside me. “Stopped just in time. Gonna fuck you right as you come.” His words were painful and tight, gritted out between his teeth, and I nodded, unable to form words while I clamped around his fingers.
I gripped his shoulders, pressing my lips together in a muffled moan, pressure gathering low. “Now. Now, Mi-ke.”
My knees hooked behind him fast as he rose. He slid inside me, holding tight to me as I rode out the stings of this fucking orgasm. It was nothing like I’d experienced before. Not even with him. Different. Rough. Good. I hugged him, pressing his hard chest to my breasts, as he gasped against my mouth, his hands moving around my body with manic need.
“I love you, Maggie.” He pushed into me one last time, his head against the hollow of my throat. Then he pulled out, moaning my name as if he was breaking.
As I watched the bursts of his cum trickle down my thighs, my pussy ached with new pressure. I trembled. “What the fuck? Shit. It’s not over.”
“What?” he whispered, his breath hitching.
My mouth covered his as I filled myself with his cock until I was coming again. “You son of a bitch,” I cried out and slapped him. “You fucking gave me a multiple.”
He gaped at me, putting my legs down, shaking the slap off his crimson face. “You have an awful way of showing gratitude.”
Slowly, I came back down, blinking, and was able to think again. “Oh my God. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I…I…”
He just kissed me, hard.
I was sure my face was equally red, with embarrassment, with unbearable heat. “You did that to other girls?”
He shook his head, his lips curving with a grin, hot water streaming onto him, onto me, our bodies tightly encircled by arms, with hands clasped onto the other’s asses. “I guess there’s something about us that fits like no one else.”
I couldn’t agree more. “I love you so much. More than I ever loved anyone.”
“Is this the multi-orgasm talking?”
“No. I mean you’re giving me the best sex of my life, but it’s not just the sex.”
“Good, ‘cause I don’t just love you.” He kissed me again. “I can’t picture my life without you anymore.”
I saw the passion in his eyes. I also saw the fear. He was afraid of losing me as though it was a given. Why couldn’t he trust me? Why did my words mean nothing to him? Why…
