Page 71 of All The Pretty Little Lies

The warm spray envelops us as Oscar presses me against the cool tile wall. His lips find mine in a searing kiss, urgent and demanding. I respond with equal fervor, my fingers tangling in his wet hair. His hands explore my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

Oscar breaks the kiss, trailing his lips along my jawline and down my neck. I gasp as he nips at my pulse point, my back arching. The contrast of the cold tiles against my back and Oscar's hot skin pressed against my front sends shivers down my spine.

"Oz," I breathe, my voice barely audible over the sound of the shower.

Oscar's lips continue their journey downward, leaving a trail of heated kisses along my collarbone and between my breasts. My breath quickens as he drops to his knees before me, his strong hands caressing my thighs. He looks up at me, his blue eyes dark with desire, silently asking permission.

I nod, barely able to breathe as Oscar gently lifts one of my legs over his shoulder. His other hand wraps around my waist, steadying me as I lean back against the cool tile wall for support. The warm water cascades over us, creating a cocoon of steam and sensation.

Oscar's tongue traces delicate patterns along my inner thigh, inching closer to where I ache for him. I tangle my fingers in his wet hair, my body trembling with anticipation.

He pulls me towards him, burying his face in my lap. Once his mouth finally makes contact, I gasp, my head falling back against the wall with a soft thud.

“Oh god.”

The world narrows to this moment, this sensation. Oscar's tongue works magic, alternating between teasing flicks and long, languid strokes. My fingers tighten in his hair as waves of pleasure crash over me. The steam swirls around us, making everything hazy and dreamlike.

"Oh god," I breathe again, my voice barely audible over the sound of falling water.

Oscar pulls back slightly, his blue eyes intense as they lock onto mine. "Goddess," he corrects me, his breath hot against my sensitive skin. "The only god in this room is you, my goddess.”

With that, he dives back in with renewed fervor. I gasp, my back arching as I press myself closer to his eager mouth. My leg tightens around his shoulder, drawing him in deeper. I lean heavily against the wall, grateful for its support as my knees grow weak. Oscar's strong hands grip my hips, holding me steady as he continues his relentless assault on my senses. His tongue swirls and flicks, finding every spot that makes me moan and shudder.

The steam thickens around us, turning the bathroom into our own private sanctuary. Water droplets cling to my skin, mingling with the sweat beading on my forehead. I'm panting now, my chest heaving as Oscar brings me closer and closer to the edge.

“Oz," I whimper, my voice thick with need. "Please..."

He responds by redoubling his efforts, his fingers digging into my hips as he pulls me even closer. The coil of tension within me winds tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment. I'm trembling now, every muscle in my body taut with anticipation.

And then, with one final, perfectly placed stroke of his tongue, I shatter. A cry tears from my throat as pleasure explodes through me, white-hot and all-consuming. My bodyshakes uncontrollably, held up only by Oscar's firm grip and the unyielding wall at my back.

Oscar doesn't let up, drawing out my pleasure until I'm gasping and oversensitive. Only then does he slowly, reverently, place a final kiss against my inner thigh before rising to his feet. He gathers me in his arms, supporting my trembling body as the warm water continues to cascade over us both.

"I want to worship every inch of your body. You're so beautiful, so perfect.”

He lifts me effortlessly, and I wrap my legs around his waist. Our bodies join in a fluid motion, eliciting a moan from both of us. Oscar sets a steady rhythm, each thrust driving me higher. The steam swirls around us, heightening every sensation.

Oscar digs his fingers into my hips, driving the motion between us with increasing intensity. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body, building upon the aftershocks of my previous climax. The steam swirls around us, creating a dreamlike haze that amplifies every sensation.

I cling to his broad shoulders, my nails leaving crescent marks on his skin as I struggle to ground myself in the onslaught of sensations.

“Mark me, my goddess. Make me yours,” he demands.

Oscar's lips find mine in a searing kiss, swallowing my moans as he continues to move within me. His tongue mimics the rhythm of our bodies, stoking the fire that burns ever hotter in my core. I break away, gasping for air, my head falling back against the shower wall with a soft thud.

"Look at me," Oscar commands, his voice low and husky.

I force my eyes open, meeting his intense gaze. The blue of his irises is nearly swallowed by his dilated pupils, dark with desire. The vulnerability and raw emotion I see there takes my breath away.

Oscar shifts slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts. A cry escapes my lips as he hits a spot deep inside me that sends sparks shooting through my veins. My legs tighten around his waist, urging him deeper, harder.

"That's it, Vesper," he growls, his breath hot against my ear. "Let me hear you."

His words unlock something within me, and I stop holding back. My cries of pleasure echo off the tiled walls, mingling with the sound of falling water and Oscar's own grunts and groans. The coil of tension in my core winds tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment.

Oscar's movements become more erratic, his control slipping as he chases his own release. One of his hands leaves my hip, sliding between our bodies to find the sensitive bundle of nerves at my center. His skilled fingers work in tandem with his thrusts, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

Oscar commands, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Come with me, Vesper."

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