Page 62 of David's Chase

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. It’s going to be fun. It’s a nice property. You’ll like it.”

“Okay. We can do that,” I say, my eyes dipping again.

He notices the direction of my gaze.

“Come here,” he says.

I step in his direction.

“Drop the sheet,” he says, and I remove it and drop it outside the shower stall without disconnecting my eyes from his.

“What are we doing?” I ask when he nudges me to turn around and press my back against his chest.

“We’re taking a shower,” he says, a smile woven in his voice, his fingers brushing my hair over one shoulder.

He dispenses some body wash onto his hands, rubs them together for a rich lather, and starts moving them over my frame.

“Lean into me,” he says quietly, with a rasp in his voice.

I do that, and his hands slide over my chest, run across my stomach, glide between my legs, and expose my clit to his warm, wet touch.

“I thought I was supposed to clean you,” I say smiling, my eyes at half mast, the sensation pulling me into a trance.

“I thought that too,’ he jokes, rubbing my clit with circular moves that make my core tingle and pulse.

“I love this…” I say and lean into his chest even more while he strokes my clit and alternates his rubbing with sliding a finger into me.

My hand falls back, reaching his groin.

“I think this will work for both of us,” I say, cuffing his hard–on and sliding my fist up and down.

He pivots slightly to the side so that I have more room to move my hand, and just like that, I stroke his erection while he fucks me with his fingers, and time warps.

It’s almost impossible to say how much time we’ve spent in the bathroom as the tension in my body expands into a vortex, and his flesh becomes harder than the tiles.

Teetering on the edge, I shift my mouth to him.

He locks my mouth, and my hand stops, but his doesn’t.

He slides two fingers into me, and his hardness throbs in my hand while I sprint toward the point of no return.

He seems to be getting closer too as he steps in front of me, yanks me up, props me against the shower wall, and enters me in one move.

Needy moans rush to my lips, my arms looped around his neck. I’m nothing against his muscular frame.

Holding me against the wall, he enters me at a quick pace, ramming into me so hard I’m afraid we’ll bust the glass.

None of that happens as he pounds into me ferociously, making me experience a strong high followed by long, sensual, captivating relief that puts me right where I didn’t need to be.

Addicted to the way he makes my body sing.

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LIZ

It turnsout I’m not that much of a horseback riding fan. But I sure am a fan of having my arms wrapped around his hard torso and my cheek pressed against his back.

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