Page 81 of Swim To Me

“Get in the shower, Delilah.”

Grey’s words are punctuated with a slap to my arse, the clap of our flesh echoing, to get me moving.

I step into the shower, allowing the warm water to pour straight over my head, until my hair hangs in a heavy sheet, dripping, pin straight and a shade darker than normal.

My eyes close at the delicious heat, kissing every inch of my skin, except for the draft at my backside.

“Aren’t you coming in?” I glance over my shoulder to find Grey skimming the tip of his hard cock. His flesh is an angry red from his blood flow, bobbing about in front of his tummy button. His balls hang heavy between his legs, the same pretty red colour I want to suck into my mouth and—

Grey nudges me off to the side, stepping into the shower tray and closing the glass doors behind him. He stands under the shower head, dragging his hands through his hair to push it back from his face.

My eyes travel the length of his body, taking in the sculpted shape of his bare arse. I get the urge to sink my teeth into his flesh, mark him there, mark him as mine.

Coming around Grey’s front, I dance my fingertips over his abdomen, the V leading down to his groin, noticing the way his muscles tense at my teasing touch.

Water catches on the very tips of my lashes, clumping them together, but I stare up at Grey regardless, watching for his reaction.

He stares back at me, waiting for my next move, his lips parted, pupils blown wide and almost eating the entirety of his pretty coloured iris.

Without breaking eye contact, I bring the palm of my right hand up to my mouth, spit into my flesh and then slide my hand down Grey’s cock.

“D-Delilah…” he stutters out, eyes squeezing shut instantly.

I drink up every movement of his – each twitch and groan, the roll of his eyes, the strain in his hands gripping my hips like I’m the only thing anchoring him – while I stroke him, slowly, paying special attention to his weeping tip.

The hot water beats down on both of us, creating a steamy cocoon I never want to leave, while Grey trembles so beautifullyunder my hand, the cords in his neck standing to attention with each moan leaving his lips.

Heart beating wildly in my chest at the thought of the power I hold, I swipe my thumb across the pulsing vein running along the underside of Grey’s cock, my non-dominant hand trailing away from his abs to cup his balls.

“Gorgeous—” Grey tries to find his words again, but they’re quickly replaced with a throaty groan. “Ah…”

I tease the velvet skin of his balls with the tips of my fingers, cupping and rolling, until I swear, I can feel Grey’s heartbeat in the palm of my hand.

Rising onto my tiptoes, I steal a kiss, swallowing his panted breaths for my own.

Grey’s lids crack open at the feel of my lips moving against his, the tiny biting kisses I’m placing along his sharp jawline, down his neck, the sensitive butterfly shaped birthmark hidden behind his ear.

He watches me for a second, peering down to where my hand is touching him, before bringing his line of sight back up to my face.

Reverently, he pushes my soaking wet, limp, strands of hair from my forehead, cupping my jaw to tip my head back and deepen our kiss.

My own eyelids slip closed; I feel safe, adored,wanted.Needed.

I’m falling into that feeling, wishing I could stay here forever, wondering if maybe it’s possible I can, when Grey changes tact.

His eyes flash and I feel his balls tighten up against his body imperceptibly. He bites down on my lower lip, causing a sting of pain to zip through my spine, and I cry out.

I don’t stop myself from admitting I rather like it.

Pulling my lip away until it juts out, Grey nibbles, swiping the tip of his tongue across the welt to soothe the pain.

My core pulses heavily, stomach drawing tight. Even my nipples begin to ache from lack of attention.

Without much thought, I rub my breasts up against Grey, hissing at the contact of slick, wet flesh meeting slick, wet flesh. But no sooner am I tipping my head back at the sensation, Grey is spinning me, pushing my chest and the side of my face up against the cold glass doors.

I yelp at the sudden cold, feeling Grey tilt my hips and widen my legs with ease.

The non-slip bubbles carved into the shower trap, dig into the soles of my feet, but I can’t complain, not when Grey is sliding two fingers through my slit, testing how wet I am and then smiling into my shoulder blade with satisfactory praise.

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