Page 54 of Something that Could Last

I want to feel her slick body pressed up against mine.

I hear the blood pounding in my ears.

Fuck it.I can't wait any longer! I don't want to waste another minute denying myself the chance to be with her. If she wants this as badly as I do, there should be nothing holding me back.

I enter the bathroom quietly to see her still in her bikini, testing the water temperature with her hand. She reaches back to untie her top but I stop her, grasping her fingers in mine. “Let me,” I practically growl in her ear. She startles and gasps at my touch but lowers her hands, allowing me access.

I slowly untie the top strings and let them fall, exposing her breasts. As I release the ones behind her back, the bikini top hits the floor. Leaning down to brush her ear with my lips, I whisper gruffly, “Get in.” She complies and steps into the warm spray. I follow her in and turn her body towards me.

“Abby.” One word. Her name. It’s all I can say. I want her so bad. She’s breathing heavily and won’t make eye contact, instead, staring at my chest. She wants this too but is afraid to make the first move, so I get down on my knees in front of her. A wry smile spreads across my lips at her shocked expression. I kiss her lower belly just above where her bottoms rest, and with both hands, untie each set of strings. I pull the thin material from her body and toss it aside. I want her bare. I want to see all of her.

I grab some soap off the shelf and lather it in my hands. Starting at her feet, I gently wash from her toes to her hips, making sure every inch of her is clean. But I don’t touch herthere. Not yet. I gently knead her buttocks with my soapy hands before turning her back around, facing away from me. I wash her back and shoulders, messaging her muscles as I go. I rub her arms clean before grabbing the shampoo bottle and squirting some into my hands. She sighs with pleasure as my fingertips massage her scalp. Her long, dark hair clings to my chest as I work my way down.

After I rinse conditioner from her hair, I move on to the parts of her body I saved for last. Once more, I grab the soap and work up a lather. Her flat stomach is first as I rub gentle circles over it and work my way up to her breasts, gently caressing them as I go. Temptation gets the best of me and I roll and pull each of her nipples into tight peaks. Her head falls back on my chest and she moans. Finally, I slide my hands down to the fronts of her hips and start moving towards her center with slow, circular strokes. I slide my hand between her legs, parting her. I take my time, carefully cleansing her. Her breathing is fast and heavy and I know she’s as turned on as I am. I can feel it on my fingertips.

She whimpers when I pull away to grab the hand-held showerhead. I sweep it over her before aiming it between her legs, taking my time rinsing her, ensuring no soap is left behind. She moans as water sprays against her sensitive flesh and she grips my wrist, her fingernails digging into my skin as she directs the spray where she needs it. I press my lips to her shoulder and smile against her neck. My efforts have had their desired effect, but I won’t let my showerhead claim her orgasm. That’s for me. So, after a moment, I pull it away and put it back in its holder.

I spin her around and lower myself back down in front of her again, lifting one of her legs and placing it over my shoulder. Pinning her hips against the tile wall, I press my face into her and take a long, slow lick. Her legs shake as I grip her tightly, my fingers digging into her thighs. My tongue darts out and starts making slow circles around her sensitive nub. I work her into a frenzy until she’s writhing, her hands fisting in my hair as she calls out my name. Her whole body trembles with her release.

When I stand back up, I kiss her parted, panting lips and she throws her arms around my neck, kissing me back fiercely, passionately. Then her hands are on the waistband of my shorts. I forgot I still had them on. She frantically unties them and her urgency makes me impatient for her touch. Once she has them loose, she shoves them down my legs and I step out of them. She grabs the soap and goes right to my straining erection. As her hands slide up and down my shaft, I brace myself with one arm against the wall behind her. When I lean in, she kisses me, biting my lower lip.

I grab her wrists and pin her arms above her head. Eyes closed, my forehead pressed against hers, I try to calm my breathing. I’m about to lose control, and I’m not sure she’s ready for that. I open my eyes and watch the suds slide down my thighs and escape down the drain. As I pull away, two emerald pools stare back at me, her gaze full of desire and pleading. Pleading for what, I’m not sure.

“Abby,” I begin and take a deep breath, “If we don’t stop now, I’m going to fuck you.”

Her breath is coming in and out in pants. Her voice is light and breathy when she replies, “What are you waiting for?”

That’s all the prompting I need. I crush my mouth to hers and press her against the wall. When I bend down and lift her up, she wraps her legs around my waist. I press myself against her and capture her breast in my mouth, sucking hard. She cries out, arching her back as I rub my length up and down her slick core, coating myself in her wetness. When I press my head against her opening, she whimpers.

“Please,” she begs, and my control shatters. She gasps as I bury myself inside her and I still.

I’ve done it. There’s no going back now. When she starts to rock her hips, I know she’s okay with this. I rock with her, and soon, we have a steady rhythm going. When my feet start to slip and I can no longer keep up the same pace, I know it’s time to take this to the bedroom.

“We need to get out of here before we fall.” Pulling out of her is damn near painful, but I do it. I release her, setting her on her feet and turning off the water. We wrap towels around our bodies haphazardly, not even bothering to dry off before we head towards the bed. I’ve only got one thing on my mind, and that’s getting this beautiful woman underneath me.

Abby

WE STUMBLE TOthe bed in a series of frantic kisses and hastened caresses before crashing onto the mattress. Jacob lands on top of me and presses his lips to mine, slipping his tongue inside. His kiss is urgent and demanding and I give in without hesitation, opening up to him. Together we slide to the middle of the bed, and he cups one hand beneath my bottom and pushes my hips towards him. He pulls back and looks into my eyes.

“Are you okay with this?” he asks, searching my face for any signs of doubt. He won’t find any. I want this as much as he does.

“Yes,” I breathe. He thrusts into me without breaking eye contact, and I bask in the sensation of him filling me. He braces himself with one hand beside my head and continues to press my hips into his with the other. He kisses me deeply, his tongue exploring and tasting. I can’t get enough of him, so I wrap my legs around his hips, urging him deeper.

His responding groan excites me. I slide my hand into his hair and around to the back of his neck and nip at his lower lip with my teeth. He leans up and smiles down at me before burying his head in my neck, nibbling at my ear and jawline, sending chills down my body. My already tight nipples strain against his chest. The ache between my legs multiplies when he takes one stiff peak into his mouth, sucking hard. His rhythmic thrusts and hot tongue ignite a fire in my core only he can extinguish.

“Please,” I beg him. I don’t even know what I’m begging for, but I know he’ll give it to me.

He leans back, changing the angle of his entry, and lifts my hips. His fingers dig into me as his grip tightens, and the change in position sends a mind-blowing sensation through my core. As my climax builds, I arch my back and moan, his name a whisper on my lips. The pressure builds and builds until it finally explodes as if something has burst inside of me, warmth spreading from my center outwards.

Once I come down from my high and my panting eases into near normal breathing, I notice he has stopped moving. For a moment I think he’s done and has climaxed, but then he starts to rock in and out of me slowly, and I realize he’s still hard. His stamina is surprising. And impressive. He kisses me passionately and I wrap my arms around his neck. No one has ever made me feel the things he makes me feel. Neither in bed nor out of it.

He releases my mouth and continues his slow, delicious thrusting. “Tell me what you want,” he growls into my ear.

Everything!I want to shout. “You,” I say instead, panting. “Just you.”

“Roll over,” he commands. I comply, rolling onto my stomach. He kneels between my legs and trails kisses from my lower back to my shoulder. His tongue slides along my skin, tasting me, teasing me. Cold chills cover my body when he pushes the hair off the back of my neck and presses his lips to the bare skin. Tender kisses sweep up my neck and the side of my face as he fists his hand into my hair, gently urging me to look over my shoulder so he can reach my mouth. The long, slow probe of his tongue matches his slow, deep thrust and I moan into his kiss. His lips graze my shoulder, his pace quickening as he nips at my skin. I throw my head back, moaning, another orgasm coiling deep inside me.

How does this man make me feel so alive? I never knew sex could be like this. This position feels surprisingly intimate. It’s not something I usually like, but he makes it personal. He kisses my skin reverently and whispers into my ear. The heat of his words alone could send me over the edge.

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