Page 121 of Electric Touch

She’s perfect.

After taking hundreds of pictures, she buys a bouquet from a local vendor and we sit and enjoy a drink before wandering back to the hotel for dinner.

After, we head upstairs. I watch her standing by the mirror, taking out her earrings and placing them on the dressing table. Nothing can stop me from walking up behind her and putting my arms around her waist. She tilts her head so I can kiss her neck.

“Are you having a good time?” I ask against her warm skin.

“Yes. Thank you for coming with me.”

“Where you go, I go.”

In the mirror’s reflection, I watch her smile. Her breath hitches when my hands move from her waist, smoothing up her rib cage and cupping her breasts. She arches into it. She can’t help herself. Her nipples harden against my fingertips and I pluck them through the thin fabric of her shirt.

Her breath comes out on a sweet sigh as her head rests back against my shoulder. She lets me unbutton her shirt and draw it down her arms. I unclasp her bra and when it falls to the ground, I take the weight of her breasts in my hands, gently kneading them. I need a fucking taste.

Turning her, I pick her up and set her on the dresser. I dip my head, sucking one nipple into my mouth while rolling the other one between my fingers. Her hands tangle in my hair and I watch as the skin on her chest flushes red with arousal.

I drag my t-shirt over my head and throw it to the floor, unbuckling my belt, I kick off my shorts. Then I focus on getting her all the way naked and spread her legs wide, stepping back to look at her. My girl isn’t shy, she doesn’t close her legs or move to cover herself. She watches me as I stare at how swollen she is, how wet. I run a finger between her lips, then swirl the lubrication around her clit.

“Nash,” she breathes out, and it’s like a fucking balm to my soul. I lean in and kiss her and keep working my finger over her in slow circles. She gets impatient, moving her hips. “I need you.”

“Not yet,” I kiss her again. She looks like she is going to argue. “You’ll have to wait for my dick.”

Then I drop to my knees.

I lap and lick, kiss and delve inside her with my tongue until she is panting, crying and clawing at my shoulders. I watch as she comes, biting her lip. Her fingers curled around the edges of the dresser like she is keeping herself from falling.

I stand and she wraps her legs around me as I walk to the bed and sit down on the end, her legs straddling me. “Ride me,” I command.

It is something we’ve figured out she really likes. I’m not dominating. I don’t spank her or tie her up, but when I request something in a firm voice, she gushes.

I hold her hips as she lowers, her warm, wet pussy clenching around me. I almost lose it, every damn time, but it’s too good to end so fast. Being inside Adrestia is fucking heaven on earth. I’d stay cocooned inside her all the time if I could.

She rides up and down, pushing up from her knees. I grip her ass cheeks, pulling and spreading them as I lean back slightly. It isn’t long before our rhythm starts to stutter and she moves faster. I grip her tighter and suck on her neck as she tips her head back, crying out my name as she comes all over me. I thrust up into her until I come too.

She bites down on my shoulder as I do, and I growl at the pleasure of it.

“You hungry?” I ask through panting breath.

“Only for you.”

“You can eat me anytime,” I laugh.

She nibbles my neck and I sweep her hair back from her face so I can see her in all her naked glory.

“Wish we could stay here forever,” I mutter.

“Now where would the fun be in that?” she shifts and stands, my dick falls out and hits my thigh.

I stare between her legs, some kind of primal, caveman feeling coming over me as I watch my come drip out of her. Jesus, what this woman does to me? I stand up and grab the back of her neck before she can turn away and kiss her. I push it all back inside her, making her gasp into my mouth.

“I know what you mean,” she says when I let her up for air. “Back to reality in a couple of days.”

“So long as you’re in my reality, I don’t care where we are.”

“Sap,” she laughs and dances out of my arms, heading for the bathroom.

Maybe I am. If any of the guys heard the way I speak to her, they’d think I’ve lost my damn mind, but that is because they haven’t got what I’ve got. Dylan and Jack are still terrified at the thought of being tied down. Ciro, well, he has his own secret thing going on. It’s the thing everyone knows but does not speak about. Like Fight Club. I imagine his time with any woman is kind of like Fight Club.

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