Page 35 of It's Holy Matrimony, Baby

“Your fingers,” she rasps.

I drop my gaze to my hand that’s been massaging the soap into her skin. They’re high on the inside of her thigh. Higher than I meant to go. She’s smooth under my rough touch. Under the layered scents of soap, I can smell her arousal. I breathe it in. Taste it at the back of my throat. Want it, want her.

Her throat muscles move as she gulps. Her pupils darken. My dick punches at my wet jeans. I want to slip my fingers up the rest of the way, inside her shorts and touch her. I want her to continue making tiny noises that tell me it feels good when I have my hands on her. I’d barely have to move my fingers to press them to her clit.

I should stand up. Climb out of this shower and let her finish in peace. I should set to tidying up the damn cabin and washing my sheets. I should retreat to the shed where I can fix the ache in my balls that’s a result of wanting her as much as I do right now. With my hand or a hammer.

I haven’t so much as looked at another woman in two years. Didn’t care to, didn’t need the hassle. She’s the last woman I should be complicating things with considering she holds my future in her fist. She’s the key to rebuilding my life. One stupid decision could wreck everything, and yet I’m salivating over her. One little gasp and I can barely keep my dick under control. “Fuck, I want to touch you. Want you to want me to touch you. Want to see you come all over my fingers.”

“Oh God.” Her palm slams against the tiles as her knees buckle. The door of the shower rattles.

“Do you want that, Beck? Do you want my fingers on your clit? Want them inside you? Want me to make you come?” Like I want to. Like I’m dying to. “Going to scream my name for me?”

Her eyes are luminous as she stares down at me. She’s panting. Her tongue dashes across her lips despite the moisture in the shower. She nods.

“That a yes, Angel?” My heart is beating fast. Too fast. Pumping blood that’s all heading south. The pressure of the heavy, wet denim on my erection is almost unbearable. I want to get my mouth on her. Want to taste her too.

“Touch me.” She whimpers, her legs bowing.

She gasps as I slide my fingers out of her shorts and dig them into the waistband to tug her closer. I yank on the button, undo the zip. Press a kiss to her belly just below her navel as I drag her shorts and panties down and push them to the floor. Water sluices over her skin, runs in rivers over the dips and hollows.

I glide my soapy fingers up the inside of her leg, draw them along her seam to her clit.

“God.” She groans, the sound half lost as she tips her face into the stream.

It does things to me. Makes me feral with desire. Makes my balls draw tight. I thumb her clit, rubbing the rough pad over her most sensitive flesh. “You like a little rough handling, don’t you, Angel? Like the way my fingers feel on your skin? It turns you on.”

“So much.” Her abs clench as she moans from my touch, and her fingers dig deeper into my muscles, like she might float away from the earth if she isn’t tethered. The water washes away the soap, leaving her slippery with arousal and the moisture from the shower.

Putting my fingers to her entrance, I sink them into her. She shudders, her thigh muscles contracting and releasing. I fuck her slowly, savoring the little sounds she makes and the way her eyes glow with desire when she drops her head. And damn if it isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I could bust a nut. I press on my hard-on to try and ease the pressure that keeps building and building. My palm slaps against her wet skin each time I thrust my digits into her, squelching with the wetness. Her pussy contracts around them. She’s already close. But it’s not enough.

“Want to taste you. Need to get my tongue between those pretty pussy lips and fuck you with it.” I inhale her scent as I bring her closer to my face. Like the first time we did this. Haven’t forgotten. Can’t. The way she came apart. Her screams. Her sweetness that belonged only to me.

She tightens around my fingers, an orgasm making her sway. It’s fucking beautiful. My cock aches so damn much, the wet denim too snug.

I dart the tip of my tongue over her clit, and she cries out involuntarily. My dick pulses. So fucking hot. I want more of her in my mouth. Want that swollen flesh between my teeth. I lap at her. Suck and bite at her. The whole cubicle is shaking. She’s practically climbing the walls. Breathless. Moaning. Panting. Husky, whining sounds that egg me on. Grasping her hips with both hands, I bury my tongue in her. Seal my mouth to her hot wet flesh while I eat her up and swallow her taste like I can never get enough.

“Nox. Shit. Nox. Oh God.” She comes apart again, riding my mouth. It ripples over her face. Her muscles clench as she hovers like that one final note of a song, fading and falling just as sweetly.

I have the feeling I’ll never get enough. But I knew that before she showed up again. Knew it from the first time we fucked. From the first time she smiled at me.

Doesn’t help when wanting her could screw me over.

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