Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 44899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“That’s it,” he whispered against my ear, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me. “Let me take care of you.”
He reached for the shampoo next, working it into my hair with strong fingers that massaged my scalp, drawing another moan from me. The sensation sent tingles racing down my spine, pleasure spreading outward from each point of contact. I let my head fall back, surrendering to his ministrations, allowing myself the unfamiliar luxury of being cared for.
As he rinsed the suds from my hair, water cascading down my face and body in warm rivulets, something shifted inside me. The alcohol was still buzzing pleasantly in my veins, but this was something else, something deeper and more urgent. I turned in his arms, pressing my naked body to his, his hard cock mashed tightly against my stomach.
“I want you,” I whispered, running my hands over his wet chest.
His hands caught mine, bringing them to his mouth to kiss as he stilled my movements. “Darby, honey, you’re drunk.”
“Not too drunk for this,” I insisted, looking directly into his eyes. “There is never going to be a world where I didn’t want you to fuck me, Sully. If you need me, take me. And right now, I need you, too, so there shouldn’t be a problem.”
Water streamed down between us. His eyes darkened as he searched my face, looking for any sign of hesitation.
“I love you,” I added softly, the words coming easier now than the first time I’d said them. “And I need you inside me.”
Sully’s resistance crumbled before my eyes. His mouth found mine in a kiss that burned away the last of my whisky haze, replacing it with a sharper, cleaner intoxication. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing every inch of my wet skin against his. The contrast of his hard body against my softer curves sent electricity shooting through my veins. He walked me backward until my shoulders met the cool tile wall.
Sully lifted me effortlessly, hands gripping my thighs as he urged them around his waist. I locked my ankles behind his back, feeling the thick length of him pressing insistently against me. Water cascaded over us, turning his dark hair nearly black as it plastered against his forehead. I pushed it back, wanting to see his eyes, needing to watch his face as he entered me.
“That’s it,” I whimpered, not even caring how needy I sounded. With Sully, I didn’t have to maintain my defenses, didn’t have to pretend to be anything other than what I was -- a woman desperate for the only man who’d ever made me feel both wild and safe at once. “Put your cock inside me. Fuck me with it.”
I was aching with how much I needed this. When he finally pushed inside me with one smooth, hard thrust, I cried out, my head falling back against the tile with a soft thud.
“Fuck, Darby,” he groaned, his voice strained with the effort of control. “Fuck!”
He held still for a moment, buried to the hilt inside me, our bodies joined as intimately as two people could be. Steam swirled around us, turning the small shower stall into our own private world where nothing existed beyond the points where our skin touched. The water drummed against Sully’s back, running in rivulets down his spine and between our joined bodies, adding another layer of sensation to the overwhelming pleasure. His cock pulsed in time with his heart where it beat against my breasts.
After a brief pause, he began to move, pulling back only to drive forward again, each thrust measured. I clung to his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as I matched his rhythm. The sound of water mixed with our heavy breathing and occasional moans, created a primal soundtrack to our fucking. My vision blurred, whether from the steam or my own building pleasure, I couldn’t tell. Didn’t care either.
“Harder,” I demanded, tightening my legs around him. “I won’t break. Fuck me harder!”
Something flashed in his eyes, a glimpse of the barely contained beast lurking beneath his controlled exterior. “Goddamnit, woman,” he snarled. Then Sully shifted his grip, fingers digging into the flesh of my ass as he began pounding into me with bruising force. Each thrust pushed the air from my lungs in short, desperate pants. The tile was slick against my back, water running between us as our bodies slapped together in a frantic rhythm.
I felt my climax building, a tightening coil of pleasure winding impossibly tight inside me. Sully must have sensed it because he slipped a hand between us, his thumb finding my clit with unerring accuracy. One stroke, two, and I was falling apart, waves of ecstasy crashing over me as I cried out his name on a sharp scream.
He followed me moments later, his rhythm faltering as he buried himself deep inside me, his body shuddering his release as he let loose a deep groan. We stayed like that for several heartbeats, the water hitting us in a warm, fine spray.