Page 34 of The Accidental Honeymoon

I step out of the shower, water dripping from my body, and seize her, my lips crashing against hers with a desperate hunger. Her skin is cool against my wet, heated flesh. I can taste the remnants of her lip balm, sweet and intoxicating. My hands travel down her sides, feeling the slippery silk of her teddy. I tug it down over her hips. It pools around her ankles. Then she stands before me, vulnerable and breathtaking.

"You're so beautiful," I murmur. My voice sounds so strange, tense and thick with longing. I cup her breasts, feeling their weight, their softness. Her lips part and she lets out a small, needy whimper. Her nipples are hard against my palms. I brush them with my thumbs, eliciting a gasp from her.

There's no time to savor her like I want to. The train has left the station, and we're hurtling forward at breakneck speed. I kiss her again, more urgently, and she responds with a fierce passion that takes me by surprise. I back her into the shower. The hot water cascades over us, turning her hair into a dark, glistening mess.

Calla's hand slides down my torso. Her touch sends electric shocks through my body. She wraps her fingers around my cock. I suck in a breath, my entire being focused on that single point of contact.

"Fuck," I mutter, my forehead resting against hers. "Don't be gentle. I want to feel your touch."

She strokes me with a deliberate, unhurried rhythm. Meanwhile we kiss wildly, our tongues battling for dominance. The water creates a slick, slippery surface for my hands to wander over. Her body glistens like she's been coated in oil. Her breasts, her ass… the shadowed crease between her thighs calls to me. I want itall. I want to take her right here, right now, but I force myself to let her set the pace.

Easy boy. No need to act like you’ve never been to the damn rodeo before.

Under her sure strokes, I can barely stay still. The tension in my body is unbearable as I start to thrust against her wet fingers. Each movement sends a jolt of pleasure through me, making my knees weak.

Calla’s eyes are locked on mine. I see a mix of desire andadmiration as she whispers that my body is amazing. Her words nearly push me over the edge. I grit my teeth, trying to hold on just a little longer.

“Don’t judge me too harshly,” I manage to say, my voice strained. “I’m so close to coming already.”

She looks up at me with a teasing smile, her lips curving seductively. “Let go,” she commands, her voice soft but unwavering. That smile…fuck, it’s my undoing.

I go wild, fucking her hand with a desperate intensity. My hips drive forward with a mind of their own. Our mouths collide in a frantic kiss. I can feel her slick, hot body pressed against mine, every curve and contour fitting together like we were made for this. The sensation is overwhelming. My skin is hypersensitive from the water and her touch.

My orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave. The pleasure is so intense that it borders on pain. It’s the best, longest release of my damn life, each spasm wringing me out completely. I groan deep in my throat. My body convulses as it empties itself. It just keeps going and going, an unending stream of ecstasy that leaves me dizzy and breathless.

When I finally finish, she continues to stroke me, milking every last drop until I’m too sensitive to bear it. I grab her hand, pulling it away gently, and kiss her with all the gratitude and affection I can muster. My legs are like jelly, but I manage to stand as I push her back against the glass wall, pinning her there with my weight.

She tries to speak, pushing against my chest weakly. “It’s okay, you don’t have to?—”

“Shhh. You’re crazy if you think I’m not doing exactly what I need to be doing right now.”

Her eyes widen slightly and her cheeks go a bewitchingshade of hot pink. She darts her tongue over her lips, wetting them. Excited, I growl, determined to give her the same pleasure she’s just given me. I kiss her lips, her gorgeous breasts, savoring the taste of her skin. Everywhere my lips fall, her body is so soft and sweet.

I part her thighs. She opens them for me, her body trembling with anticipation. For a moment, it feels like we’re in another world, a place where only our desires exist.

When I touch the slit between her legs, she moans loudly. “God, Jay. That feels so good.”

I have the feverish thought that this is exactly what the Honeymoon Suite should be used for.

I use my hand to lift her leg, then slide my fingers into her, feeling the hot, wet clutch of her body. I kiss her lips, her cheeks, her neck. I savor the taste of her skin as I whisper in her ear.

“I love hearing you lose control, Calla.”

Her breathing is ragged, her chest heaving. She lets out a series of small, helpless whimpers. She kisses me back with a desperate hunger, like she’s been starving for this, for me.It’s been a while since my little wife has been touched like this, I muse. The thought sends a possessive thrill through me.

She tries to close her thighs, to trap my hand and intensify the pressure, but I’m not done teasing her yet. I trace my hand up to find her clit, swollen and aching. I rub it slowly, deliberately, my wet fingers shaping the tender bud with gentle precision.

The look on her face is rapturous. I want to take a picture of her just like this to be able to remember just how amazing I feel right now. She closes her eyes and bites her lip, her face a mask of pure need. “Please,” she whispers, hervoice cracking with longing. “Please, touch me more. Make me come, Jay.”

Her plea sends a jolt of arousal through me. I have to fight the urge to take her right now, to bury myself in her and make her scream my name.

“Patience, honey. Patience.”

I keep my pace agonizingly slow. I want to draw out her pleasure, to make this last. Her hands clutch at my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. She starts to writhe against me, her body moving with a will of its own.

I imagine what it would be like to do this every night, to come home to her and undress her slowly, to take her into the shower and blow her mind. The thought is almost too much to bear. I push it away, focusing on the here and now, on the way her body responds to my touch.

She’s so close, teetering on the edge. I can feel her trying to hold back, to prolong the exquisite torture. Calla presses her lips together and lets out a groan.

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