His fingers skim slowly along the side of my waist, teasingly, glosing just beneath the swell of my breast before cupping it in his large palm, pulling another inoan from deep in my throat.
His lips leave mine just long enough to turn off the water. Then he scoops me into his arms again, and I cling to his shoulders as he carries me out of the shower.
He sets me down gently on the counter by the sink. I barely have time to catch my breath before he’s wrapping a soft, white towel around my shoulders. Then he grabs another, smaller one, and begins patting my wet hair dry—but all I can focus on are his lips, so close to mine, so full and kissable.
I move before I can think, pressing my lips to his in a soft, hungry kiss.
He growls low in approval and grips my thighs, pulling them apart as he steps between my legs. His hands slide to my hips, kneading the soft skin before slipping down between my thighs.
I gasp when his fingers brush my sensitive center. His smirk presses against my lips as he teases slow, torturous circles over my clit. My toes curl, my head falls back, and a sound between a gasp and moan slips from my lips.
His mouth trails to my neck, lips grazing my mark as he sucks gently, his strokes on my clit growing faster, more desperate. I cry out as my hips buck, coating his fingers with my arousal.
He hums against my throat, tongue dragging languidly over my mark, sending waves of pleasure through my entire body.
I’m so lost in the haze of lust I barely notice when he lifts me again carrying me out of the bathroom. A small sigh of satisfaction leaves me as his weight settles over mine on the couch. He grips my thighs and spreads them wide open.
I feel the hard length of him slide against my dripping entrance, teasing me, coaxing soft, needy moans from deep in my chest. His lips trail down the valley between my breasts, his thumb flicking over one already–hardened peak.
I shiver when his warm mouth wraps around my nipple, sucking gently, while his other hand massages the other breast. I writhe under him, desperate for more.
Then he slides a finger inside me–slowly.
I cry out, gripping his shoulders, the sound of my pleasure bouncing off the walls as he adds another finger and thrusts deeper.
He releases my nipple with a soft pop, his eyes locking onto mine. Slowly, he withdraws his fingers, glistening with my arousal, and brings them to his lips–licking them clean without breaking eye contact.
I feel him shift above me, the thick, hard length of him nudging at my entrance. My legs wrap around his waist on instinct, my
body craving him.
“I’ve waited so long for this, Kali… I’m done waiting,” he growls, low and guttural.
Then he thrusts into me in one smooth, hard motion.
I gasp, my eyes flying open to meet his. He stills, jaw tight, waiting as I adjust around him. I grip his shoulders, urging him silently with my body to move.
He begins to thrust, slow and hard. Every stroke steals the breath from my lungs. He grips my thighs, kissing me with the same intensity, swallowing every sound I make.
His pace quickens. The obscene, wet sounds of us fill the room.
“Open your eyes,” he growls against my lips. “I want to see you when you come undone.”
My eyes snap open, locking onto his just as the orgasm slams into me. I cry out, trembling, convulsing around him as wave after wave rolls through me.
He doesn’t slow down. He drives into me through the pleasure, chasing his own release. His thrusts become rougher, more
erratic, his breath ragged and uneven. Then with a deep, guttural groan, his body jerks, and I feel him spill inside me–hot, deep, and full–filling me completely.
He collapses over me, bracing himself with one arm beside my head. His other hand rises to my cheek, fingers brushing with a tenderness that makes my chest ache.
Our eyes meet.
He kisses me again–slow, reverent. A kiss that says everything he doesn’t have the words for. A kiss that marks me all over again.
And then I feel him—already hardening against my thigh.
A helpless moan escapes my lips, swallowed by his mouth.
He pulls back, eyes dark and full of sin, that familiar wicked smirk curving his lips. But this time, there’s something deeper in his gaze–something carnal. Claiming.
Without a word, he scoops me into his arms again and strides toward the bed with confidence. He doesn’t set me down gently
this time.
He throws me.
Onto soft sheets that barely catch me before he’s climbing over me like a predator that hasn’t had his fill.
“Round one was for you,” he growls, voice rough and dripping with dominance. “Now…” His fingers curl around my thighs, dragging me down the bed toward him. “Now, it’s my turn.”
And I already know
I won’t be walking tomorrow.
