Page 182 of The Heart You Kept

His fingers slide through my dripping flesh as he parts me wide open and he’s completely right, underwear left on somehow feels naughtier, more forbidden.

His teeth bite my neck as his fingers begin to ride me, one, then two, then three fingers. Deep and plunging. His teeth graze my jawline as I see stars, my eyes roll back in my head as my mouth hangs slack.

Oh god….

How is he so good at this?

The water echoes as my body sucks him in, and never have I craved being fucked by a hand so much before. It’s like he knows what I need more than I do.

He brings me to the edge, and just before I cry out: “Hold it,” he demands as his fingers slow.

“I….”

“Hold it,” he breathes into my ear, his fingers slide in and out of me slowly and even just hearing his deep English voice tell me to hold it is orgasm-inducing in itself.

“I can’t…” I whimper. “I need….”

“Alora,” he commands. “Look at me.”

I drag my eyes to meet his.

“Focus.” His fingers are slow and deep inside me. “Focus on me.”

“I….” I try to detach my emotions, I want to be able to do as he asks.

“Lift your leg, baby,” he breathes in my ear.

“What?” I pant. “I can’t, I’ll come.”

“Hold it and I’ll give you what you need.” His teeth graze my skin. “Lift your leg and clench for me.” He bites my ear harder. “I want to feel you contract.”

I wrap my leg around him, his fingers are deep inside me as we stare at each other in the steam-filled room.

“One,” he breathes.

I clench and he smiles darkly. “Good girl.”

“Oh….” My eyes close, I can’t do this and not orgasm, it’s impossible.

“Two.”

I clench again and he inhales sharply as he feels my body ripple around his fingers.

“So fucking hot,” he moans as his fingers ride me harder. “One more and you can have me.”

“Three.” I nearly pass out with the pleasure as I contract around his fingers.

“Yesssss.” He smiles. “Just like that.” He lifts me and wraps my legs around his waist and he pulls my panties to the side and slides in to the hilt.

My body ripples around him and just from the sheer size I cry out as an orgasm steals the air from my lungs.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he moans as he lifts me and slams me back down onto his body.

He rides me with wild abandon, hard and up against the tiles. The sound of the water slapping echoes off the walls. My lace panties are burning me and I’m sure him, but I think that’s the point, he wants his pleasure wrapped in pain.

I grip his muscular shoulders and I watch his beautiful face as he comes undone. Water beads over his skin and his big blue eyes are hooded. “Yeah,” he begins to chant. “Fuck yeah.” He slams me hard, almost painful, and holds himself deep. I feel the telling jerk of his cock as he ejaculates inside my body.

And then he kisses me, tenderly, loving…. And everything wonderful in between.