Page 98 of The Breaking Point

We returned to the hotel a few hours later, exhausted both physically and emotionally. Grace hopped in the shower while I tried in vain to find something to watch on TV.

But my brain could think only about her being wet and naked in the shower. I closed my eyes, groaning silently.

I couldn’t help but imagine Grace soaping up her entire body, the suds slicking down her torso, her nipples peeking out from behind the soap bubbles. Did she ever use the showerhead to masturbate?

Nearly every woman I’d talked to loved using that thing. More than once, I’d enjoyed using it on a lover.

Would Grace use her fingers first? Or would she immediately spray her clit until her body started trembling with her building orgasm?

I was already hard and aching just from my imagination. I turned over, burying my face in a pillow.This is not the time or the place, you sick freak.

But right now, I couldn’t believe my own words. Life was too tenuous, too fragile. What the fuck was I doing, denying myself the woman I loved, a woman who wanted me as much as I wanted her?

I swallowed. Then, getting up, I opened the bathroom door to find Grace standing in front of the mirror. Steam rose all around her. Her entire body was pink.

Her eyes widened. “Brady,” she whispered. But she didn’t seem shocked—if anything, she looked pleased.

“I can’t fight this anymore,” I admitted with a sigh. I wrapped my arms around her from behind. “Tell me you feel the same.”

She inhaled sharply. “Do you even have to ask?” Then she turned in my arms and cupped my face.

I closed my eyes. “You have one last chance to say no.”

“Then I say yes, and yes, and yes, again,” she said resolutely.

I kissed her. I groaned as our mouths met and groaned even louder when she arched against me. My hands ran up and down her back; I squeezed her ass, kneading the firm globes. Our tongues tangled together as I deepened the kiss.

“What’s your safe word again?” I rasped.

Her pupils were dilated and her cheeks a bright red. “What?”

“The safe word.”

“Uh, galoshes. Right?”

“Right, baby.” I kissed her forehead. “I’m going to take good care of you.”

“I know. I’ve never doubted that.”

I carried her to the bed and laid her down. I took in her body: her flushed cheeks, her hard nipples, the indent of her waist, and even her red-painted toes.

As she watched, I stripped out of my clothes until I was as naked as she was. I stroked my cock, loving the way she licked her lips in anticipation.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked, reaching for me.

“Patience. I want this to be good for you.” I got on the bed and caged her in with my body. “I don’t want this to be a three-second pump and dump.”

That made her giggle. “If I could do that to the legendary Brady Carmichael, I’d be proud of myself.”

I kissed her, forcing myself to go slowly. This was her first time, after all.

I’d been with a virgin only once when I’d been a virgin myself. I’d been just a teenager, and I’d had no idea how to pleasure a woman. My girlfriend had seemed bored throughout the entire thing, even asking me if I’d finished yet.

I knew better now, though. I knew how to bring a woman to the brink of orgasm, over and over again, until she was begging to come.

I began kissing down her neck as I touched her breasts. “Do you play with your nipples when you masturbate?” I asked, curious now.

Grace looked away. “Sometimes,” she admitted.

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