Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77611 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77611 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
“Because solitary bathroom time is sacred.”
I laugh. “You remembered! Though in your case, I’m obviously willing to make a few exceptions.”
This combination of tenderness and lust is new to me. I don’t know how to deal with it. I need to put some space between us before I jump him and ruin my attempt at selfless nurturing. I rinse off my hands and place one last kiss against the freckles behind his ear.
“There. All done.”
“You think you’re done?”
Something in his voice has my heart pounding out a warning, and the predatory look that transforms his features shatters the soft mood as the teddy bear becomes a dragon again.
“Michael?”
“We’re not finished yet,” he says hoarsely, taking my mouth in a hard, fast kiss. “We’re not even close. Stand up, Win.”
Thank God.
My fingers cling to his slick shoulders as he helps me to my feet between his knees. When I straighten, the possessive fire in his gaze roams my drenched body and something inside me trembles in submission.
Bracing his hands on both sides of the tub, he pushes to his feet, bathwater still sluicing off of him when he steps onto the thick bathmat and offers me his hand. I take it without a word and let him help me out of the tub. An instant later we’re wrapped around each other again. And moving somehow. I don’t know where we’re going and don’t care, because this kiss is claiming all of my attention. Claiming me.
My thighs tighten around him and I can’t get close enough. I already know I won’t be satisfied until he’s inside me. I only realize we’re in the shower when the steam surrounds me and the hot spray hits my back and sides, rinsing the bubbles away.
“I want to be your first in here too.”
I really hope he means what I think he means. “Condoms. Lube.”
“Basket,” he says against my mouth, setting me on the wide shower bench and kneeling between my legs. “I need to thank them for that later.”
“What are you talking about? What basket?”
“Honeymoon cabin. The welcome basket is stocked for an orgy.”
Thank God. “Get the damn basket, Michael.”
“Already done. I need to taste you again.”
“No, you don—oh fuck.” My head hits the wall as he takes me into his mouth. He’s more aggressive this time. All tongue and hot, tight suction, and I’m already seeing the finish line in the distance. “Not like this.”
I say that even as I grab fistfuls of his short hair and watch my cock disappear between his lips, his cheeks hollowing out, fingers digging possessively into my thighs.
“I want all of you,” I tell him, my hips rocking deeper into his mouth without my permission. “You got your payback twice yesterday, and I’ll never get over how good it is, but you promised you were going to fuck me.”
A greedy rumble of pleasure escapes his chest and vibrates against my sensitive shaft, and then he sucks me harder, taking me to the root. I won’t last like this.
“You wouldn’t have brought the stupid basket in here if you hadn’t been thinking about it as much as I have.” My wheedle turns into one long moan as he swallows. “How we’ll fit. How hard and deep I’ll take you.”
He lifts his head and the look in his eyes tells me I’ve finally pushed him over the edge.
Thank you, god of orgasms.
Before I know what he’s planning, my face is pressed against the tile, my knees are on the bench and his erection is a hot brand against the curve of my ass. Michael has moves, and I’m so thankful I want to cry or make him pizza rolls when this is over.
“You touch me like that, lower my defenses, and now you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “I need it.”
“Not as much as I do.”
He disappears long enough for me to hear the basket upending on the counter, and then he’s boxing me in with his powerful body, trapping me against the wall.
Cool, thick liquid drips between the cheeks of my ass and I almost sob in relief, tilting my hips back. “Yes, Michael.”
He scrapes his beautiful beard along my shoulder to whisper in my ear as two fingers probe my ass. “I wanted to go slow when we finally did this. To watch your face when I got inside you for the first time, so we’d both know it wasn’t another dream.”
He bites my neck, his fingers sliding deep without hesitation.
“Fuck,” I shout, my breath fogging the tile I’m clinging to.
“Jesus, you are tight,” he mutters against my ear. “I used to jack off in showers like this one, imagining how you’d feel around me, but it never came close, did it? My fist never squeezed me this good.”
I nod and make unintelligible noises as he pumps and scissors those long, callused fingers inside me.