Page 105 of More Than Words

“I thought you didn’t want me.” Fuck. I would not cry again.

“You’ve got about two minutes to get undressed and naked in that shower before I join you. And I’ll remind you of how much I want you. Multiple times if I need to.”

Adrian pressed his hand into the middle of my back when we reached our floor, walking calmly behind me.

“Why aren’t you hurrying me?” I laughed, looking back at him over my shoulder.

“Just enjoying the scenery.” His eyes were fixated on my ass as he talked, slowly running the tip of his tongue along his bottom lip. It was reminiscent of how he’d teased me the last time we’d been in a hotel together, even though we’d been in separate rooms back in Maine.

My fingers fumbled on the door handle as I recalled what it’d felt like to be on my knees for him the first time, and how ravenous he’d been when he followed me to my room afterward.

“You coming?” I asked, holding the door open for him.

He leaned in, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me into his chest. “Not yet. But you’re about to be. Get in that fuckin’ shower, now.”

My morning sickness was nowhere to be found as I threw my purse on the couch, quickly pulling off my clothes and underwear while Adrian casually sat on the end of the bed watching.

“Two minutes,” he warned, nodding toward the bathroom door.

My pulse raced as I escaped inside, closing the door but leaving it unlocked, and pulling open the glass door to the shower. Another one of the perks of my job. Hotel upgrades. The mini suites did not disappoint with a large, walk-in tiled shower with two shower heads mounted on the walls and another handheld one below.

Wetting my hair, I reached for the hotel shampoo, quickly lathering it through my hair before I rubbed myself down with body wash.

The door opened while I was rinsing my face. Large hands cupped my sensitive breasts and a warm chest pressed into my back. “Such a good girl,” he murmured, softly running his thumbs across my nipples. His touch burned, but the throbbing between my legs made the mild discomfort worth it.

“Oh God,” I panted, leaning back against him while his hands roamed.

“So fuckin’ wet,” he growled in my ear. “I don’t think you’ve ever been this drenched. Is the thought of me being inside you again getting you this excited?”

“Yes,” I hissed when his fingertips passed over my clit, causing me to buck my hips back. He was hard against my ass, and it made me desperate to feel him. It’d felt like torture every night he wrapped himself around me but didn’t try to take things further.

“We’ll get there.” His voice was a low whisper as he reached forward, pulling the handheld wand off the wall and turning the dial to increase the water pressure. “Want to try something first.”

He turned it toward us, directing the spray toward my chest first, making me jump as it assaulted my breasts with a thumping rhythm. “Shh, it’s okay. I’ll make it all feel better.”

“Please,” I begged, desperate for him to do something to soothe this ache.

“Let’s see how this feels a bit lower.”

Adrian slowly lowered the spray. My stomach contracted at the sensation, but when he replaced his fingers with it, I moaned desperately while it pulsed against my clit. “Fuck.”

He didn’t let up, holding the showerhead inches from my pussy as his other hand toyed with my nipple. This was something we’d never done, and I suddenly wanted to hit up a hardware store to buy a new showerhead for my apartment.

“Do you like that?” he asked as I bucked against him, his hard body keeping me from moving very far. But every time my ass pressed into him, he’d groan, his dick throbbing against my lower back.

“I…”

“That’s it, babe. Let go. It’s been so long since you came, I bet it’s going to feel so fuckin’ amazing to get all that pent up tension out.”

And he was absolutely right as the insistent pulsing of the water sent me over the edge, my moans echoing off the tiled walls surrounding us. Once he could tell I was sated, he finally pulled the shower head away, hanging it back up before he spun me in his arms.

“Lean against the wall and pull my hair while I make you come again with my mouth. Then I’m going to press you against these tiles and make you come all over my cock.”

While I wasn’t sure I could come again so soon, Adrian quickly proved me wrong. He’d made me see stars with his hands and mouth before making good on his promise to make me come again while he held me against the wall and bounced me on his cock. He groaned so loud when he came inside me, that I was sure the entire floor heard it. I was too relaxed to care, passing out within minutes after he’d dried me off and tucked me into bed.

After that weekend, I’d been insatiable. Attacking Adrian at any available opportunity. He’d even gotten his chance to bend me over my desk one night when we’d stayed late.

We were all over each other, enjoying my newly surging hormones, but I was still puking all the time, finally resulting in me needing to stop by the clinic for weekly IV infusions of electrolytes and fluids to keep me from being hospitalized.

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