I Just Want You(43)

"You are a fucking vision, Berklee." He pulls off the condom and tosses it in the trash. Pulling open the vanity drawer, he takes out another.

"Boy Scout," I tease him.

"Not really." He chuckles. "I grabbed a stash when we were on the tour. It was actually the purpose of the tour." He winks.

"Planner." I laugh.

His eyes grow dark as he trains his focus on my chest, rubbing the pads of his thumbs over my tight nipples. "So responsive," he whispers. I grip the counter, preparing myself for the assault of his mouth.

Crew doesn't waste any time lavishing my breasts. His hands and mouth are everywhere, and all I can do is feel.

"Shower," he says, pulling away. I watch as he starts the water and waits for the temperature to heat up. Coming back to the counter, he hands me a condom. "Hold on to this, beautiful." He places my legs around his waist, lifting me off the counter and carrying me into the hot stream.

He sits me on the bench before reaching up to grab a detachable showerhead. The stream above is still falling on him as he wets my hair, then washes it and every inch of my body. "Tease," I breathe as his lips find their way to my neck.

"No, babe, just enjoying you. All of you. I've had you fast because I couldn't stop it. This is me savoring every inch of your creamy skin, tasting every inch before I slide deep inside you again."

I don't comment, just hang on for the ride. I memorize the way his tongue feels as it traces my inner thigh. His calloused hands against my breast. His breath against my cheek when he whispers, "Ready, beautiful?"




 

 

Crew takes a seat next to me and slides me on his lap, facing away from him. "Condom," he says, his voice gruff with desire.

I forgot he'd handed it to me. Opening my hand, I present it to him. He tears it open with his teeth, scoots down low on the seat, and pulls me up his chest. His big hand grips his cock, which is now between our spread legs. I watch him as he rolls it on, just from feeling alone. It's the hottest moment of my life. I can't help but reach out and help him finish sliding it on. He scoots back up to a sitting position, his rock-hard cock rubbing against my aching center. I don't wait for instructions, just grip him and guide him inside.

"Fuuuck," he hisses.

I wiggle on his lap until he's fully seated inside me. I'm so full and so fucking turned on, rocking my hips as the water beats down on us. Crew grips my waist and together we catch a rhythm. Leaning over, I brace my hands on his knees and take what I need. He's so deep, I can't stop.

"Fuck, that's hot," Crew mumbles from behind me. "That's it, beautiful. Take what you need."

"So good," I moan as I feel my walls tighten. My nails dig into his thighs as the most powerful orgasm of my life rips through me. I scream his name and jerk against him. I'm sure it's not a pretty sight, but I've lost all control as I experience what can only be described as euphoria crashing down around me.

Crew leans forward and wraps his arms around me, his lips finding my neck. "Hottest fucking moment of my life, hands-down."

I slump against him, feeling myself tighten around him as aftershocks roll through my system. He runs his hands up and down my arms, kissing my bare shoulder.

"How do you want to finish?" I ask him.

"Finish?" he asks, confused.

"I was selfish," I mumble.

Crew laughs. "Babe, I came so hard I thought my head would explode. Your pussy was going crazy squeezing my cock. I didn't have a choice in the matter." He kisses my shoulder again. "You're spent. Let's get you cleaned up and into bed."

"I don't have to stay," I tell him.

"You're staying. I want you in my bed. Even if it's just to sleep, that's where you're going to be. Can you stand up?" he asks. I do on shaky legs. He moves out from under me quickly and places me back on the bench. "Let me take care of this, and then I'll get you." He steps out of the shower and is back in no time. Once again, he takes his time in cleaning us both thoroughly before turning off the water.





AFTER I GET us both dried off, I carry Berklee to my bed. As soon as her head hits the pillow, her eyes close and I know she's out. Staring down at her, hair spread out on my pillow, her naked body against my black sheets, she fucking takes my breath away. Literally. She blew my mind tonight. I thought once I felt her, I'd be able to distance myself a little. I should've known better. This is Berklee, after all; it's been different with her from the beginning. 

Dropping the towel from around my waist, I hit the light and climb into bed, pulling the covers over us. Lying in the darkness with nothing but the sound of her gentle breathing, I feel unsettled, though I can't put my finger on it. Berklee mumbles my name. My heart picks up its pace. To hear her call for me in her sleep, that's . . . something. Something more.