Page 82 of Black Roses

We swiftly remove each other’s jeans. I take a moment to fish a condom out of my pocket. I place it next to us before I step into the tub and turn off the water. Then I offer her my hand.

She carefully steps in beside me, her flesh erupting in goosebumps from the change in temperature. “I want to show you how much, Mason.” She looks at me with lidded eyes full of carnal need. Then she takes hold of my hard shaft and lowers herself to her knees in the warm water.

I sigh, victory and caution battling in my head. I sit on the edge of the tub. “You don’t have to show me like this, Piper. There are other ways—”

Her lips on my dick shut me up as heated licks of sensation torment me. A ragged gasp of satisfaction coats my throat. I reach down and run my fingers through her hair, being careful not to pull her hard against me.

As she takes me fully into her mouth, my world narrows to nothing but her touch. And when her hand reaches between my legs to cup my balls, I brace myself against the side of the tub as every cell in my body erupts with need. “I’m gonna come, sweetheart.”

Her eyes dart up to mine and I detect a fleeting look of unease.

Some girls are simply not comfortable with this. Girls who do this all the time even. Girls who haven’t been traumatized. I pull myself back, removing her lips from me. But I’m beyond the point of no return, so I grasp myself in my left hand, pumping a few times until shudders wrack my body. Then the tidal wave of sensation she built within me squirts spectacularly onto her chest and into the water.

With a soft sigh, the edges of her lips curl. “Next time, I’m finishing that,” she says.

My eyes close and my languid body slumps back into the wall above the tub. I’ve never been more content or at ease with a woman in my life. “Next time, I’ll let you.”

I sink down into the tub, taking much needed air into my lungs. I look at the fruits of her labor still splayed gloriously across her body and I reach for the soap. I squirt some into my hands, getting them lathered up before I lunge forward and clean her body of me.

Her breasts heave into my hands as I wash them. Her rosy nipples are hard under my fingers; her breath hitching when my thumbs rake over them. “My turn,” I say with a wry grin.

I pull her against me, and in one swift movement, I reverse our positions and hoist her hips up onto the ledge of the tub. I press her back into the wall before I get up on my knees and worship her breasts with my mouth. I tease and tantalize her stiff peaks while she gazes down on me in appreciation. Pleasuring her while she watches me makes this whole experience better. Hotter. More real.

She spreads her thighs in invitation and my fingers find her sex. She’s saturated with both her own juices and the bathwater. I reach a hand around her back, pulling myself close to her as I steady her in place. My mouth follows a seductive trail from her chest down across her taut belly until it joins my fingers at her center.

I’m fully aroused again at the very sight of her—glistening with want of me. My eyes divide their time between watching her face and watching my fingers penetrate her. Her hips rock when I drag my tongue over her quivering clit. Her hands toy with my hair, tugging it furiously when my fingers hit just the right spot inside her. I focus all of my energy on that precise location as my tongue continues to lave her.

Her legs tighten and the tips of her fingers scrape across my back, heightening my arousal with her punishing nails. My groin jerks in greedy expectation when she throws her head back and rides my tongue as she convulses with pleasure around my fingers.

Before her body even finishes shuddering, I’ve put on the condom and am pulling her down into the water so she’s straddling me. We look deep into each other as she sheaths me with her. She gasps as I fill her completely, touching the very end of her. Her mouth comes down hard on mine, joining our bodies in so many places, I can’t tell where I end and she begins.

This indescribable kiss. This surreal connection. It’s like coming home. It’s fucking paradise. I pull back to see that she feels it, too. Tears fill her eyes and I can almost see the light overflowing from her soul.

She’s healing. With every kiss we share and every touch she allows, she exorcises more of her demons.

She takes total control, working herself upon me. Her petite, slender body begins to rock back and forth on mine as I thank God that this glorious creature came into my life. My heart thunders and emotions saturate me when I realize this woman is mine.

I want her to feel every single sensation I’m feeling. Inside and out. Spurred by the frantic need building deep inside me, I reach a hand between us and rub slow circles on her sensitive bundle of nerves as she rides me.

Her raspy breathing and strained moans drive me harder as my other hand helps to control her thrusts upon me. I can’t stop my long ragged groan of release when I feel her clench and tighten around me. Her orgasm tears through me, plunging us simultaneously into the depths of pleasure as we call out to each other with guttural cries of ecstasy.

I hold her tightly against me, my body curving protectively around hers, our heartbeats racing as she burrows her head into my neck. We stay like this, flesh on flesh—wet, warm and soft—as we slowly calm our breaths.

A surge of extreme emotion assaults me and I know my life has forever changed because of her presence in it. I never want to be without her—withoutthis—ever again.

So I tell her. In every way possible.

Over and over.

chapter thirty-one

piper

I stare down at his phone. The information I have at my fingertips is astounding. It’s a window into one’s soul.

I fight the urge to pick it up. Look through his pictures. Read his texts. It would be so wrong. But in some way, I feel he expects it of me. Like giving me his phone was an invitation into his deep, dark secrets. Maybe it’s his way of telling me how much he trusts me; how much he loves me. Maybe the way I prove the same thing to him is by not letting curiosity get the better of me.

I turn the phone face down on my nightstand and let my mind wander to earlier.

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