Page 60 of Amnesty

He moved to the other breast, first licking off the water, teasing, caressing, and then sucking deep.

The ache between my legs tingled, growing painful. My hips began gyrating against him, begging for more.

Lifting his head, Eddie reached between our bodies, felt my slick heat, and without hesitation, slipped a finger deep inside me. I cried out and slumped into his chest.

He pumped a few times, then pulled out. I tried to clutch him back, but he moved away, easing me down. My legs wouldn’t hold me. They absolutely refused to stand.

With a devilish smile, Eddie held me while I sank to the floor like a puddle. With the wall supporting me, he stepped back. I stared up his body in awe, unable to form a coherent sentence, my knees and core still trembling for more.

The white T-shirt made a sucking sound as he peeled it off his body and a slapping sound when it hit the floor behind him. I licked my lips, then bit down when he unbuttoned his jeans and worked them down his hips.

When they were gone, he reached for his boxers, which were molded perfectly around his insanely hard dick. They came off much easier than the wet jeans, and the instant he was free, my field of vision was reduced to just his hips.

His cock jutted proudly away from his body. It looked strong, just like he was, and I knew from experience it had plenty of stamina. I shivered just knowing what it felt like to be penetrated by something so hard.

I tried to stand up, slapping my hand against the wall for support, but it was a no-go. I was too far gone.

Eddie stared down at me, his eyes nearly on fire, hooded with desire. Water cascaded over his shoulders, down his chest, and slid over his cock and around his balls.

I was jealous again.

Jealous of that water.

I reached for him, but he pulled back. He picked me up again, kissing me so thoroughly I started to melt back down to the ground.

His low chuckle filled the space. I was lifted again. My legs wound around his waist at the same time he slid deeply into my body.

I collapsed against him, hugging him tight because without the support, I would fall. He held still, let himself claim the deepest part of me. At last, he started to move, pull in and out, pierce me again and again.

I moaned because there was no way I could hold it in. He pressed me against the cold tiles, but I didn’t feel it. My body slid up and down the wet wall with every thrust, and I loved every single second.

I didn’t feel empty just then. Or alone. I felt full to the point of bursting, exactly where I belonged.

With a final deep thrust, my eyes flew to his. He stared back, telling me everything I was feeling, he felt, too.

Telling me he loved me.

Our chests met again, and I held tight. Gripping my hips, he pumped rapidly, and black spots formed behind my eyelids. I whimpered, and he went harder.

My teeth sank into his shoulder as light exploded over me. Pleasure rocked my body so hard it was all I tasted. All I saw.

In the distance, I heard him shout. His cock pulsed inside me, brushing against my inner walls with every throb.

I drank him in, wanting it all. Needing it.

I clung to him even though I knew I probably wasn’t the lightest weight in the world. I couldn’t let go. Not yet.

Not too inclined to let me go either, Eddie held on, left his cock inside me, and spun so I was beneath the spray. It pelted my back and slid between our bodies. Using one hand, he smoothed it through my hair.

Lifting my head, I kissed him again, tasting him and rainfall, the scent of sex thick in the air.

“I didn’t expect you,” I said when I was finally able to find my voice. It sounded as though I’d been cheering at a football game for four hours straight.

He smiled. “I know.”

I glanced away. “You heard me crying.”

He grasped my chin, guiding my face back. “I did.”

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