“Please, Houston. Please…”
“Mmm.” He grazed a nipple with his teeth. “Say my name again.”
“Houston,” I sighed. Please never let this stop. He abandoned my breast and slid his hand down my stomach.
“If you touch me I’m going to come.”
“Nothing wrong with that, baby.”
Except instead of continuing the trail, he flipped me over so I faced the wall.
“Put your leg right here on the bench.” He lifted my thigh and placed my foot on the tile. “Good girl. Now grab that bar above your head.” He guided my hands and I did as instructed.
“Perfect, now don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
He jumped from the shower and left me. As much as that made me want to turn around and see what he was doing, I waited, pressing my forehead to the wall in front of me.
The sound of him tearing open a package made me sigh. Shit. I was so into this he could have screwed me without one and I probably wouldn’t have noticed.
“I’m hard as a fucking rock, Princess. I hope you’re ready for that.” He stepped back into the shower and pressed his front to my back, his hands grabbing the backs of my thighs to spread me wider. “Balls deep, baby.”
A second later he lined up the head of his cock to my entrance and shoved straight into me without another word. My world tilted and I might have screamed because his mouth was at my ear whispering about how hot and tight I was.
The weight of his body pressed me into the wall and every inch of me felt invaded. I freaking loved it.
And then it got better.
His clever fingers sought out my clit and began a rough back and forth slide. With pressure building in my belly at an alarming rate he began massaging my insides with long, slow strokes.
“Ohhh.” I bit my lip to keep from screaming again.
“Fuck, baby.” He grabbed my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh and pulled me on and off his cock. Unlike the last time, he took his time, building my orgasm in a slow steady climb. My heart was beating out of control, and my legs shook with need.
He leaned over me and peppered kisses along my back, making me wiggle every time he touched a sensitive spot. My muscles clenched.
He groaned. “You’re killing me, Princess.”
I liked that I had the power to do that even in this position so I did it again, tightening my muscles around his cock. If I wasn’t already out of my mind I would have smiled when he stiffened and moaned behind me. I let go and squeezed again.
“Shit.” He lifted my hips and thrust harder at a slightly different angle.
“Ohh. Ohh.” The slow burn of an orgasm exploded within me, robbing me of air. My muscles tightened, freezing me in place, unable to even scream.
The guttural groans behind me melded into short, rough grunts as he slammed me harder, filling me entirely. He grabbed my shoulder with one of his hands and held me to the wall, while he banged into me several more times. After countless strokes he buried deep and held, his body shuddering behind me.
Neither of us moved or said a word, the only sounds the falling water and our heavy breathing. When the water turned cold I jerked free from my sex stupor, attempting to shift out of the spray.
He must have felt it too as he slid from me and lowered my leg. He quickly reached past me and turned off the water. I collapsed on the bench unable to stand any longer. Again, I sat shocked by the overwhelming sensations still fluttering through me.
In a vague sense of reality I watched him remove and discard the condom before grabbing a towel and returning to me. As if sensing I had no energy to move my arms or legs yet, he took the time to alternately dry and kiss my bare skin.
“Is it always like this?” My voice cracked, but I finally got the burning question out of my brain.
“Sex is almost always good, but no it is not always this fucking hot.” He dropped a quick kiss on the top of my head before scooping me into his arms.
Chapter Seven
Isabella
He carried me to the bed and set me down against a stack of pillows. “You need to eat. Good thing for us dinner was delivered right after I returned.”
I nodded. “I don’t have any clothes.”
He reached behind him and dug through his bag. “Here,” he handed me a grey T-shirt with USMC emblazoned across the front. “I’d be happy to keep you naked and in my bed tonight¸ but if there’s any hope for getting you fed then you need to cover up.” He wagged his brows at me while shoving his legs into a pair of green sweats.
I looked down a little shocked to discover I was naked from head to toe and not bothered by it. Still, I took the shirt from him and swept it over my head, sighing at the soft, lived-in feel of worn cotton caressing my skin. It became even more delicious when I imagined the shirt hugging the sleek and sexy muscles of his chest.