Once Upon A Half-Time 2(69)

“Always.”

She hummed as I snaked my touch lower, guiding the warm water to caress an already slickened part of her.

Her body pulsed hotter than the water. I bit her neck and shuddered with her. Nothing would satisfy me but that heat again.

And it was mine.

I had the freedom to touch her. Take her. Love the feel of her.

We weren’t sneaking around or playing games. I didn’t bathe her to begin some rushed, desperate fuck so we could get off and become almost-strangers again.

This was real. I could have her and hold her.

And it was the greatest revelation of my life.

Mandy giggled as I reached for the shampoo, but her smile faded into a soft moan as I massaged the gel into her hair. She fell against me, using my strength to stay upright.

Christ, if I knew I could turn her on without even touching her slit…

That was some dangerous knowledge.

And I’d planned to exploit it at every opportunity.

Mandy’s moans became breathy whimpers as the conditioner rinsed away. She grinded against me, and I held her to keep her still as the water teased as much as I did. I never knew a woman could be so desperate and aching for more than my undivided attention.

Mandy slammed a hand against the shower controls and flipped the water off.

Fine by me.

We tumbled from the stall. I didn’t release her from my kiss. A towel waited, bundled on the sink, but I hated the thought of something so rough scouring her skin. Then again…Mandy groaned my name the instant the material stroked her quivering body.

I should have known. She wasn’t a princess who needed pampering unless that’s what I wanted to give. We had fucked against the poison ivy spanned tree, and I learned she could take a pounding.

And that she loved it.

I didn’t bother drying off. The heat surging through me should have turned the droplets to steam. I picked her up, and I tossed her onto the blankets.

She giggled.

I didn’t.

I wasn’t in the mood for fun or flirty or anything that wasn’t taking this woman hard, until she understood how much I needed her.

And she was ready. She opened her legs for me, holding me as I steadied over her waiting slit.

I didn’t warn her. She clutched at me and whispered her desire in hushed, desperate whispers.

I sunk into her—all the way, to the hilt, and I nearly lost it.

Her softness, that tight and wonderful milking, cascaded pleasure along my spine.

Mandy cried my name with such a breath of perfection and completeness I vowed I’d never stop fucking her. We’d stay together, locked in place, writhing in the absolute pleasure of the other.

Except she wanted more.

And so did I.

I withdrew to the head, watching as her beautiful expression crumbled in panic and loss. She begged me in unspoken words and choked gasps to stay inside her. I couldn’t leave a lady in misery. I thrust within her, driving into her core. She came, clutching at me and the bed and anything that could keep her hold on the world.

She could hold onto me from now on.

I wouldn’t let that ecstasy fade from her.

I gripped her hips, plunging inside her again and again to feed that clenching, unrelenting tightness from her constant orgasm. Mandy thrashed with a quaking wave of pleasure. She clawed me, her quiet mews transforming into a melody of grateful and beautiful moans. She surrendered, fell limp in my arms, and offered her body for any delight I could incite.

And I gave her everything.

Every thrust was meant to slam her breasts between us. Every fierce movement designed to earn her squeal. Every frantic breath I grunted fueled our shared passion. I stretched her. I took her. I fucked her.

I made love to her.

And her constant, unrelenting orgasm built my own. Harder. More intense. More meaningful than any other moment with any other woman in my life.

I gripped her close, fell over her to shield her with my body, and plunged as deeply as I could into that welcoming, sensual heat.

And I came. Again and again. I jetted inside her, filled her, and gave her everything that was me.

My whisper rasped, too harsh and desperate for how peacefully she rested in my arms. I didn’t know what to say. Hadn’t I proved everything I felt? “Christ…I love—”

“Wait.” Mandy’s fingers pressed against my lips. “Just…wait. Before you say it again. Before you even think it. I have to tell you something.”

She could silence me all she wanted, but nothing changed how my heart beat for her. I gave her a smile, pressing deeper inside of her. She shuddered, but her eyes welled with tears.

“Nate…I never wanted to hurt you. I wanted to tell you, but the timing…I couldn’t.”

“What are you talking about?”

Mandy pushed against my chest. I hated leaving her, but she shifted away, curling her legs under her and avoiding my touch.