Page 22 of Naughty Secrets

Chapter Fourteen

NATALIE

My climax hits me like a rolling wave, slamming through my body as it floods my veins with molten pleasure. I shatter. Break. If not for Sam’s strong hands, I wouldn’t be able to stand.

“Again.” He pushes a thick finger inside me, presses against my sensitive inner walls.

“I can’t . . . ” But I can, because as soon as his velvet tongue rasps over my clit, my core spasms and I orgasm again in a rush of liquid heat.

“I need you, Sam.” I pant my breaths when I finally come down from the ride. “I need you inside me.”

In one fluid motion he stands, lifting me in his strong arms. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, and he positions me over the thick head of his cock.

“How do you want me?” His voice is hoarse, thick with desire.

“Deep,” I say. “So deep I feel you tomorrow.”

He surges inside me, pushing easily through my tender tissue, slick with my desire. He stretches me, fills me so completely I want to savor the feeling of being so close to him again.

“Don’t move.”

Sam freezes, his voice tight with restraint. “Am I hurting you?”

“No. It’s just . . . it’s been so long, and you feel so good. So right.”

“I’ll go slow.” He eases out and pushes in again, working his shaft so deep I moan with every delicious stroke, tightening around him.

“Natalie,” he barks, tension etched into the lines of his handsome face. “You keep squeezing my cock like that and I’m not going to last. Don’t you want it all, baby? I want to give it all to you.”

“Yes, I want it all.” And I do. Hovering on the edge of another orgasm, I want him, body, cock, and soul.

He lifts me, yanks me down as he thrusts up hard, his muscles rippling beneath my hands, powerful body claiming me utterly and completely.

“You got me?”

“I’ve got you,” I say. “All of you. Now fuck me hard.”

With one hand braced on the wall, and the other holding me tight against him, he hammers into me, water streaming over his hair and down his back, his hips powering a relentless rhythm that drives me helplessly, ecstatically to the brink of orgasm again.

“I want to hear you.” He angles his cock so it slides against my sweet spot. “I want to hear you scream.”

I scream, my orgasm gripping me so hard my muscles lock tight as I surrender to the powerful, erotic sensation of climaxing around his hard shaft. I come in waves, my skin hot and tingling despite the cool water streaming over me, shaking, panting my breaths, until I sag boneless against my Sam.

It takes me only seconds to realize he hadn’t climaxed too. His cock, still thick and hard, pulses gently inside me.

“Sam?”

He feathers kisses over my forehead, my nose, my cheeks, and finally my lips. “My turn,” he says. “You got hard and fast because you were too sexy to resist. But now I want to love you gentle and slow.”

“You did love me.” My pussy clenches around him, remembering him on his knees in front of me, his face soft with passion and desire.

“Not properly.” He withdraws and holds me as I stand, reaching behind me to turn off the shower. His shaft, swollen and thick, bobs gently in my direction, and I resist the urge to wrap my hand around it. One stroke. Maybe two. He’s that close.

Sam reaches behind him and grabs a fluffy white towel. With tender care, he pats me dry as I stand languid before him, but when I move to dry him off, he shakes his head. “Need to cool down. I’m burning for you. Once you get those hands on me, all bets are off.” He rubs himself down quickly, then lifts me in his arms and carries me to the bed.

“I could get used to being carried around,” I tease, feeling lighter, happier by the moment.

“I would carry you to the ends of the earth and back.” He lays me carefully on the soft comforter and stretches over me, his hips between my hips, and his weight on his elbows on either side of my shoulders. Carefully, he levers over me until our bodies touch everywhere—my breasts against his chest, his cock between my thighs, his lips on my lips.

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