Page 33 of Devour

“We really do have so much in common.”

She releases the sweetest giggles. My chest tightens. This woman keeps triggering weird emotions in me. A part of me craves more while the other half is warning me she’s bad formy health. I’m not thinking. I’m not worrying about business, enemies, or anything except her. I pull the drain and rinse her again with the portable shower head.

I’m in no hurry to rush this moment. I adjust the pressure on the nozzle and guide it along her scalp. Then down her chest, paying extra attention to her nipples. I follow a line between her breasts down to her navel and then to her dusting of curls.

“Spread.” My voice comes out hoarse.

I run the water pressure along her seam. Her knees wobble and almost give out, but she quickly places her wet palms on my shoulders, water seeping through my shirt. Her hardened nipples are eye level with me. Those pink little points begging for my teeth. The gasp she releases as I take one in my mouth has my cock straining against my pants. When I pull away, her nipple has angry red teeth marks. Before she leaves me, I’ll have her flawless skin full of little souvenirs.

Her phone rings off in the distance. “That’s probably – ah.”

I bite down hard on her other nipple and then suck the wounded flesh. I release her nipple with a loud pop from my lips. “Don’t you dare speak anyone else’s name.”

“It’s not – ah – it’s not like I’m calling out their name.”

I twist the nozzle to add more pressure. “Only my name.”

If she doesn’t want another person to die tonight, she’d better not speak another name while she’s about to come. She shouldn’t even be able to register that the phone is ringing. I need to up my game. I want her fucking delirious and solely focused on me and what I’m doing to her.

Maeve shivers, but I’m not sure if it’s from the air hitting her wet skin or the building orgasm. “I can’t take any more.” She pants. I ignore her pleas and add two fingers between her legs. “Nicholas. Ni – Nicky.”

I toss the shower head aside, sending water everywhere, and I shove my face between her legs. Her orgasm will not be wasted and washed away; I want every last drop to be in my mouth.

Maeve slowly comes down from her high, only to kick me out of the bathroom so she can shower instead of having non-stop orgasms. She’s a strange one, but I’m learning that’s part of her charm. I’m desperate to get my hands back on her. I open the door to find her drying the water droplets from her body.

I jerk the towel from her body. “No need for this.”

My tongue darts out to a tiny drop of water. I flick it with my tongue and then travel up and lick dry the little trail it left behind on her shoulder. “I’m going to lick every single drop off of you.”

“It might take you a while to lick me dry.” She snorts.

“I have time.”

“My legs are going to get tired standing here.”

“Fine.” I maneuver around her body getting a few more. I’m lapping at her like a man dying of thirst. “I want you on the piano,” I say against her skin.

“The piano,” she breathes.

I place a bruising kiss on her lips as I guide her backward out of the bathroom toward the open area with the piano. We both fight for dominance in our kiss, our tongues waging war with one another. My fingers tangle in her hair. I yank her head back to see her face. I have to know what she’s feeling right now in this moment. She stares at me wide-eyed – but I see it. The same desire I feel blazes in her eyes.

Once I’m undressed, I spin her around and place a hand between her shoulders, pinning her to the lacquered piano top. A scream rips from her throat as I thrust myself to the hilt in one swift movement.

“I’m going to fuck you hard. Do you want that?”

She whimpers and I take that as my invitation to continue. Her hands reach out and cling to the piano, but they only slideon the sleek surface. I need to see her face. I want her eyes on me before she loses herself. Our bodies jostle the keys as I shove her down and power into her again. We both groan as I prop my foot up on the black bench, allowing me to go deeper.

“More. Don’t stop. Please.”

“You beg so well. Shit, you’re dripping down to my balls.” I pull back long enough to coat two fingers in her juices. Shoving those fingers between her lips, I hiss, “Suck. Taste yourself. Taste how fucking sweet you are.”

She does as she’s told, wrapping her tongue around my fingers inside her mouth. This woman has an innocence mixed with sass and confidence. She’s so attuned to her body. Openly giving herself over to pleasure, to me.

I gently nip her neck before I shove her forward on the piano. I grip her hip with one hand, and I reach around using my now wet fingers to rub that delicious little clit. Her pussy clenches around my dick. I’m harder than I’ve ever been in my life because of this woman.

Her body arches, and she squeezes me even tighter. I struggle with great effort to last and not come yet. Sweat begins to bead around my temples.Fuck.Her pussy convulses around my dick. If she keeps squeezing me like this I’m not going to last. But then I feel her body relax as hot wetness coats my dick.That’s it.I don’t hold back. My orgasm hits me with a violent force. I think my soul just left my body. I didn’t even know I had one.

I bury my face in her neck. I’m not ready to meet her eyes because I’m not sure what she’ll see. I’ve never come so hard and fast. This was the first time ever my control faltered. Tomorrow she’s leaving. This is business, and I would do fucking well to remember that.

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