Page 52 of Bed of Roses

“Come with me,” she murmurs. Her hand tightens against mine, and she leads us through the hall and into her bedroom. She keeps the lights off as she shuts the door, bathing us in deep shadows. Silently, she turns to me, lets go of my hand, and lifts my shirt over my head.

“What are you doing?” I ask when her lips pepper my bare chest.

She flings the shirt to the side and whispers against my skin, “Giving you what you need.”

“And what do I need?” My voice is rumbling, half because I’m still on edge and half because her touching me like that is making my cock hard. This isn’t the usual way we begin sex. No, this is something entirely different because the way she’s kissing my body has meaning.

She rises onto her tiptoes and presses a soft and lingering peck to my mouth. “A reminder that someone cares about you.” A small smile plays on her lips. “And a reminder that if you go back and stab Derek, you’ll be missed when you’re back in prison.”

I grunt my response, but it’s enough to satisfy her because she backs away and strips out of her shirt and bra. “Take off your pants and shoes,” she orders quietly after letting me visibly roam her tits while flexing my hands at my sides with the urge to touch her.

As she slides out of her own jeans and shoes, she heads to the bathroom and flicks on the light. The spray of the shower’s water comes next, and reading her intent, I do as she asks. I strip, leave my clothes in a heap, and follow her into the bathroom.

My eyes roam her backside as she bends and prepares the shower, the way each curve slopes, the creamy pallor of her skin, the way her hair slides against her soft shoulderswhen she bends over. Even though her back is to me, she’s just as beautiful from behind as she is from the front.

She turns a sly smile back at me before sliding the curtain aside and stepping into the tub. I don’t have to be asked to follow her. As soon as I’m in, the warm water beats against my back and slides over my shoulders. She grabs her soap, gathers it in her hand, and starts lathering my chest.

“I can wash myself,” I say quietly.

“Sure, sure,” she answers distractedly. Her eyes are transfixed on my body, and I don’t miss the extra attention that my abs get. They ripple under her touch, making my cock even harder. I’ve never been touched like this. Hell, I’ve never showered with a woman before. I have no idea how this is supposed to go, but Tegan seems content with leading this for now, so I let her.

She applies more soap to her hand and dips to the V of my thighs. I suck in a breath as she skates over my tight balls.

Grabbing her wrist, unable to not have her wrap her fingers around it, I guide her soapy hand to my cock. My head bows forward in pure fucking heaven when she doesn’t fight me and wraps her fingers around it. I don’t let go of her wrist as I direct her hand to slide up and down my shaft. I may have let her direct the beginning of this shower, but apparently, I’m incapable of letting her directthis.

Using her other hand, she cups my balls and gently kneads. A moan escapes me, and I raise my hand to grab the back of her neck and bring her closer to me. My lips are on her instantly, and she kisses me back while continuing to pleasure me with goddamn soap.

I lick the seam of her mouth, asking her to open for me, and at the same time, she grips me firmly. Pleasureshoots up my spine, and I groan as my tongue dives into her mouth. She returns to sliding her hand up and down my length, scraping her nails against my balls, and exploring my mouth with her tongue. Goosebumps cover my flesh, contracting my muscles and making me swell in her hand. But a part of me doesn’t like that she’s trying to direct this again, so I grab her neck and squeeze a little.

Her chuckle is a little strangled, but she pushes me back into the water and lets the spray wash away the soap. Curious, I release her mouth and take in her swollen lips and mischievous gaze.

Holding onto my hips, she crouches until she’s on her knees. Her lips part, and knowing exactly what she’s planning, my heart skips a beat. She grabs the base and flicks her tongue against my cock’s tip. I jolt in surprise, and I brace one hand on the wall.

She smiles as I blow out a breath, preparing myself for what’s to come. It’s been years since I’ve had a woman’s mouth around me. I don’t even remember what it feels like, but my imagination runs wild, and aside from the warm water sliding down my back, my skin heats.

I exhale a groan when she runs her tongue from my balls to the tip, and then breathe deep when she nibbles her way back down. And then she opens wide and slides my length inside. My next groan is deep, and my fingers curl against the shower wall. So fucking warm. So fucking wet. So fuckingmine.

My other hand tangles in her slightly damp strands. Gently, I guide her deeper. She can’t take me all the way down. In fact, I barely fit, but when her throat constricts in a gag, I rumble, “Fuck.”

Tears gather in her eyes as I hold her there. It’s a beautiful fucking sight, her choking on me.

I curse under my breath as I finally release her. Shetakes a moment to suck in air, but like the sweetheart she is, she doesn’t wipe away the tears that are smearing her makeup. When she has her breathing under control, I guide her back to me, controlling the rhythm with my hand still in her hair.

She pumps her other hand along my base to make up for what her mouth can’t fit, and together, her wet, slightly cold hand and her warm, soaked mouth make the muscles in my legs tighten.

I curl and uncurl my hand against the shower wall, fighting for something to grab onto as intense pleasure takes over. And then she hollows out her mouth, sucking me in. A hiss escapes me, and my hand tightens in her hair to the point that it must be painful. But instead of complaining of pain, she groans, and it vibrates against me.

“Fuck,” I curse again, this time a little louder.

Her hollowed-out cheeks, the saliva dripping from her chin, and her watery eyes looking up at me in lust . . . it’s a fucking wet dream.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” I rumble. “Suck in a breath.”

She does as I ask, and when I’m satisfied that she has enough air, I grip her head with both hands and fucking use her. My hips thrust forward, and I fuck her mouth like it’s mine to do what I please. Her hands fly to my thighs to steady herself, and every now and then - every few pumps - she gags.

I moan as a tingle travels down my spine and settles into my balls. Her nails rake my thighs, and it sends me over the edge. Growling, I pull out, grab my base, and pump. “Open,” I demand.

She does, sticking her tongue out to catch every last drop of cum that spills out of my cock. I moan as I make a mess of her face, as I take every ounce of pleasure of heron her knees, mouth open and a needy, desperate look to taste every bit of me.

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