Page 143 of Silent Shadows

“Fuck me, Miles,” Daisy moans, turning her head to watch me.

Don’t need to ask me twice. I line my cock up at her entrance, and push in.

We both cry out, gasping for air, adjusting to the feeling.

I let out a long “Fuuuuck” as I roll my hips, driving deeper into her.

Daisy pushes back against me, and I revel in the sight of her. Her face is bare, flushed. Water strips us both clean. What we’re doing is raw.

Daisy’s arms are draped above her head, leaning into the wall. One of my hands grips her hip, and the other reaches forward. I lightly press my palm against her collarbone at first, but she nods and shifts so her neck’s in my grip. Fucking perfect.

Gripping her harder, I pound into her. Her tits bounce with each thrust. The water runs down her back, her body glistening in the fluorescent light. I’m already getting close when she reaches one hand down to rub her clit. Her needy whines grow into cries and praise as I keep my pace steady.

“I’m close, Miles. Don’t stop,” she begs.

My hand tightens on her neck, and she groans, pushing back into me and matching my thrusts.

I slam into her as she falls apart under me. My thrusts grow frantic as her pussy convulses around me, milking my cock until I’m following her over the edge.

I practically collapse over her, covering her back with mine. After we catch our breaths, I slip out of her, watching our release slide down her legs. Without thinking, I reach down and scoop it up with two fingers, pushing it back inside of her swollen pink pussy.

She looks over her shoulder at me with wide eyes, and I’m suddenly coming back to my body.

“Shit, sorry—” I stutter.

“No,” she stops me suddenly and spins around to face me. “No, I liked it.”

Again, fucking perfect.

I shake my head as we stare at each other, awestruck. I wrap her in my arms and kiss the top of her head. We stand under the water until it starts to cool, not because we need to, but because neither of us wants to be the first to step back into the world.

Eventually, Daisy presses her forehead to my chest and sighs.

“Can we just sleep in here?” she says.

I kiss the top of her head. “Pretty sure they’d kick us out once our time is up.”

She pinches my side.

“Ow.”

“You deserved that.”

“Probably.”

She looks up at me, eyes softer than I know what to do with.

Then the softness shifts into something practical.

Guarded.

Daisy again.

“Well, how are we getting out of here without anyone seeing?”

“I don’t know, but the marks on your neck might give it away.”

She grimaces, but smiles with a shrug of her shoulders.