Page 41 of Prognosis Temporary

‘Yes, Sebastian. Now. Please now.’

Sebastian heard the desperation in her voice, felt it deep inside him too — the urge to drive into her, to claim her, overwhelming. Her slick heat caressed his throbbing hardness and it took all his willpower to resist her urgent demand.

He pressed his forehead against the side of neck and took a couple of calming breaths. ‘Callie, we can’t, I didn’t bring a condom in the shower with me.’

‘No.’ She shook her head violently, grasping his head, pulling it up to look at her. ‘I don’t want any barriers. I want to feel you, truly you. All of you. I don’t want anything between us tonight.’

Sebastian was breathing hard as a bloom of some emotion he couldn’t identify played havoc with his common sense. He wanted that too. Wanted to feel her around him, flesh on flesh. To be closer to her than he’d ever been.

Even if it was just this once.

‘Please, Sebastian,’ she murmured, squirming against him.

Sebastian hissed out a breath as their gazes locked. Her heat and slickness lapped at the taut sensitive crown of his cock and he wanted to go further. One push of his hips into all that slippery tightness and he’d be buried to the hilt.

‘It’s okay,’ she whispered.

Then she claimed his lips in a truly dirty dance, pushing her tongue deep into his mouth, clearly mimicking what she wanted him to do down lower and Sebastian gave it to her on a surge of high-octane lust. She cried out as he entered her and he roared as it triggered something primal.

It felt good. So damn good, skin on skin, her tight heat gripping him with shocking intimacy. He dug his fingers into the flesh of her buttocks as he pulled out and thrust in again the sensation almost crippling.

He latched onto the curve where her neck met her shoulder and she scratched at his back but he didn’t even notice as he rammed into her over and over. Pounding and pounding and pounding, her cries and the water drumming down on him, washing away the events of the day.

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Callie knew she wascoming almost from the first full thrust hitting exactly the right spot, but she didn’t want to let go, let it consume her just yet. Sebastian needed this, she knew it as surely as she knew he was holding back too.

But if anyone needed to let go, it was Sebastian. Only in his release would he find some kind of purging of the emotions that had built up over the day. It was impossible to keep everything inside when you were breaking apart.

And this, at least, she could give him.

‘Sebastian,’ she panted. ‘Let go.’

‘No.’ He grunted as he rammed in hard.

Callie bit her lip as the ripples edged out from her centre. ‘Yes,’ she demanded.

He shook his head. ‘You.’ He gasped, rocking in and out of her. ‘First.’

Callie moaned. Stubborn bloody man. But if that was what it took...

She stopped fighting it, letting the sensations rush out at her, giving the ripples free rein, feeling herself clamp down hard on him and his corresponding groan. Then he sucked a nipple into the hot cavern of his mouth and the wave swept over and she cried out, flinging her head back as the orgasm consumed what felt like her very soul.

Finally Sebastian’s shoulders started to shake and Callie cried out, ‘Yes, yes, yes,’ as a guttural groan was torn from his throat and he joined her, cool rain falling from the shower as his hot seed pumped into her and there were no words or thoughts as their bodies moved to a rhythm as old as time.

Just him and her and a vortex of pleasure.

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It seemed like an agebefore either of them moved. Callie’s head lolled against his and they stayed forehead to forehead for a long time, the shower bathing them, cooling heated blood and soothing sizzling skin as their breathing slowly settled.

She stirred first, lifting her head and flopping it back against the tiles. The spray misted against her lips and she opened her mouth to moisten a parched throat.

‘I think I just died and went to heaven,’ she murmured, half smiling as the feel of hard muscle beneath her hands came into focus.

He kissed her neck before pulling back slightly to look at her. ‘Me too.’

Water droplets clung to his browny-blond lashes and beaded on his lips. She leaned forward, kissing his eyes gently, lapping at the drops. He fluttered a kiss on her mouth and nuzzled her throat. Such tender innocent caresses considering their very carnal position.

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