Page 55 of Claimed by the Lawman

Steam filled the bathroom, swirling around them like the fingers of a wicked goddess. She unconsciously lifted her arms over her breasts to hide her nudity.

“Don’t do that, sweetheart. Don’t hide your beauty from me.”

She dropped her arms, not feeling the least bit embarrassed or unnatural. She wanted to bare every part to him, have him know her again, know all her soft spots and sensitive curves. She wanted him to explore her, and she wanted to take her time familiarizing herself with every masculine dip and toned muscle.

Running her eyes down him, she took in the sight of his manly beauty. The fact that he was bigger in every aspect excited her—teased her. He didn’t own an ounce of fat, not that she was surprised. Every muscle was tight and smooth, reminding her of newly polished leather. She couldn’t wait to have his callused hands touching her, rasping against her sensitive, quivering flesh. But he hesitated. His gaze was on her, discovering her with his eyes. When he stopped to linger at the vee between her legs his cock stretched even more and bobbed. He was massive and she no longer wondered if he’d fit in her shower, but rather if he’d fit inside her.

He took her wrist, pulling her toward him and helping her into the shower first. The warm water poured over her, dampening her hair and body. He joined her and, just as he’d promised, they had to stand very close, but she didn’t mind a bit. She’d never taken a shower with a man before and she was anticipating having him push her against the wall and take her as his eyes threatened that he would any minute.

Yet first, she wanted to explore him and run her hands down his wide chest, kissing his skin, his nipples, suckling him softly. Bending before him, his tip rubbed her breasts and she trembled.

“Damn, you’re going to turn me inside out,” his words were on the tail of a groan.

“Exactly the point.”

“I’m a rubber band and I can’t stretch much further before I explode,” he admitted.

“Then do something about it,” she teased.

Before she knew what happened, he had her pressed against the cool tiles and his hands were on her, squeezing her breasts, tweaking her nipples. He knelt before her looking up her wet body and said, “Hold on tight, baby girl. I’m going to sample your sweet flavor.” He lifted one leg over his shoulder and she became shaky, clutching his head to hang on. She looked down, watching him stare at her slick inner thighs.

She sucked in a breath when he kissed her mound. He rolled his tongue along her shivering slit and she closed her eyes, allowing the pleasure to engulf her. This was complete heaven.

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Her taste lingered on the tip of his tongue. He remembered how good she tasted, but this was even better. She tasted like plump blueberries just picked from the vine. Excitement and anticipation mingled deep inside him. He’d dreamed of this. Wanted this more than his next breath and here she was, in his reach. What had he done to deserve this wonderful pleasure?

He pressed his tongue over her mound, running the tip along the delicate, juicy curves, liking that her skin was waxed and smooth. He wanted no barrier between his mouth and her body.

Using his thumbs, he opened her gently and admired the glistening, pink folds. Her clit was swollen and he realized her juices were about to overflow. He could see her chest rising and falling with each pant of breath. Her thick, erect nipples were the same color as her lips. Water droplets poured down her body, dripping from her breasts.

He couldn’t wait to devour her.

With his hand he pressed one hip against the wall, pinning her in place. “Once I start I won’t stop until you release all to me. I want to have you on my tongue, mouth, dripping down my chin.”

He licked her clit and rolled his tongue along the fleshy bead, teasing it from the delicate nest. Giving light, gentle strokes, teasing and tasting, he heard her whimper and he smiled against her. He felt her hips buck, but he held her steady, not allowing her to move.

Sliding his tongue along the wet slit, he teased her opening, dipping his tongue in and out, licking her slippery inner walls. She quivered around his tongue, her juices growing thicker, sweeter. His cock stretched to painful lengths and if he didn’t give in soon he’d explode.

Her faint whimpers reached his ears and he loved the sounds of pleasure. Wanted to hear more and more. Gliding one finger inside her, he felt her muscles clench, then he slipped in another finger. Her tight body squeezed his knuckles and he groaned, wanting so badly to thrust inside her with his cock. Thankfully his fingers were long and thick and he reached deep inside her, offering her the release that he was craving. Her fingers were in his hair, pulling, and he liked it. He was torturing her while he was being tortured.

His head tingled and juices filled the pink slit as he controlled the need to slam inside of her. He needed to slow the fuck down. With any other woman he would have already plunged fast and hard and got his rocks off, but she was different. She was a precious gift that he needed to unwrap slowly, take his time and bring her pleasure. Bring her to a precipice. He wanted her toes to curl and to hear her cry out before this was all over.

Raking his tongue over her clit, he pressed his fingers inside of her, working her, invading her with his thick tongue and his fingers. He wouldn’t stop until he claimed what was his.

He looked up her body, watching her arch her back, her nice, plump breasts pushing out. He’d never witnessed anything more beautiful than the goddess wrapped in utter desire and passion. He reached around and clasped her bottom in his hands, pulling her into his face, controlling her with his grasp. She ground his nose and mouth and he tasted her divine pleasure. She gyrated, demanding more tongue.

He’d give it to her alright.

Kace nibbled her clit, suckled the sweet flesh, and her arousal coated his lips and tongue. He continued devouring her until the spasm ceased and she was spent.

While she was still wrapped in release’s hold, he turned off the water, lifted her and stepped out of the shower. She blinked and her bottom lip protruded slightly. “What are we doing?” she whimpered.

“Drying you off, and then I’m taking you in bed.” He did as promised, gently drying her, then picking her up again. He carried her down the hall and into the bedroom where he laid her in the center of the bed.

He stared for a long moment, soaking in her beautiful body against the cloudlike blanket. My God, he couldn’t believe how lovely she was, and he would have her soon. He couldn’t wait to bury himself inside her.

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