Page 145 of Repairing the Wreckage

She reaches behind her, curls her fingers around me, and tugs at a slow, maddening pace. I groan against her ear and suck at her neck, while thrusting my hands under the spray, washing off the remaining soap.

“Give me your hands.” I nip her earlobe.

“You don’t like this?” She squeezes gently.

“I love it. But I need your hands for a minute.”

She releases me. I take a breath. Clear my head. She holds her hands in front of her. I gather her wrists in one hand and press them between her breasts. With my free hand I pinch and roll one of her nipples between my fingers. I nuzzle and kiss her neck while teasing her nipples.

She gasps and wiggles against me.

“Do you like that?” I ask.

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Does it feel good?”

She nods quickly.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” She tilts her head back to see my face. “You know I do.”

“Good.” I crush my lips to hers and slide my hand between her thighs.

She squeezes her legs tight and breaks our kiss. “What are you doing?”

“Open.” I kiss behind her ear again. “I want to play with your clit. I won’t go any further unless you ask me to.”

Her breathing picks up. She inches her feet apart.

“Good.” I slide two fingers down, gently rubbing and circling until I find the way she responds the most. She circles her hips and arches her back, stretching her arms over her head and looping them around my neck. “That’s better,” I praise. “Nothing to be shy about with me.”

Now I’m free to run one hand over every little curvy inch of her while I keep stimulating her clit.

Her body jerks. “Griff.”

“Shhh.” I kiss her temple. “I’ve got you.”

She starts moaning low in her throat and rocking her hips in time with my fingers. “Oh! There.”

“That’s it.”

Her body shakes. She gasps and pants. Louder moans pour out of her, and she arches her back more. I tap my finger directly on her clit and she goes off.

Fuck, I hope Remy’s not back from that run yet.

There’s no containing her wild little noises.

Breathing hard, she opens her eyes. Drops of water cling to her lashes. Amazement and uncertainty play over her face. “I want you,” she whispers, almost like she’s afraid to admit it.

My cock’s already rock hard and just waiting for the invitation. “Tell me more.”

She reaches down, wrapping her fingers around me and slides her palm up and down the length of my dick. “I want you inside me.”

“As you wish.” I kiss the tip of her nose. “Brace your hands against the wall for me.”

She moves so fast, it’s like she never had any reservation at all.

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