Page 43 of Savior

Nate cranked the knobs, sending a cascade of hot water from the three showerheads along the wall and the oversized rainfall one mounted to the ceiling. It was my favorite feature on the house, hands down.

I stood swaying from one leg to the other in nothing more than my bra and panties while he stripped off his boxer briefs. He cocked his head to the side as he stepped into the shower. “You coming?”

I swallowed hard and nodded. I did want to come… over and over and over again. It had been too long.

The hot water beat against the muscles in my back like a massage before Nate pushed me up against the wall. “Spread for me, babe. Let me see you.”

I licked the droplets of water from my lips and hopped up onto the narrow stone ledge under the large frosted glass window, letting my knees fall open. “Like this?”

It didn’t matter if the stones were digging into my backside or not. If he wanted me laid out like an offering, I’d do it.

Nate nodded and knelt in front of me. The corners of his lips turned up into a soft smile while he stared at me as if suddenly seeing me for the first time.

He coated his fingers with the wetness between my thighs, a mixture of the water from the showerhead and me. His eyes stayed on mine as he lifted the fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean.

The breath faltered in my chest, and I held the ledge in a death drip, fighting to keep from melting down to the floor. Nate hooked his hands under my thighs and pulled me forward until I was dangerously close to falling off.

Until his nose was buried against the junction between my legs.

“Oh,” I gasped, completely unsteady.

“Oh?” He looked up with a grin. “Should I stop?”

I jerked my head back and forth. “N-no… it’s good.”

“Good? Let’s shoot for great, shall we?” His tongue pushed into my opening before making its way up to my clit. I gave up on the ledge and brought my hands down to grip his hair, holding him firmly in place.

I was close. So close.

Nate tilted his head back to look up at me before slowly pushing a finger inside of me. Before I fully adjusted to the one, he added another and brought his mouth back down.

He knows more about that night than any of us.

I pushed the words from my mind, focusing only on the pleasure my husband was giving me. Comedian was wrong.

Nate would never do anything to hurt me.

His fingers and mouth worked in tandem, and I sucked in a breath as my orgasm hit, leaving me mumbling words of nonsense.

“Stand up, Katy girl,” he demanded, pulling me from the ledge.

My legs were as limp as the spaghetti I’d boiled for dinner, and it took Nate supporting me to remain upright. He kept one arm around my waist before reaching for the handheld showerhead.

“Hold yourself up with the bar, then spread your legs for me.”

I did as he asked, dropping the back of my head down to rest against the tiles. He held the showerhead to his chest, letting the water run down. His dick jutted up against his abs, and I licked my lips again, wanting the taste of him on my tongue.

As if reading my mind, he pointed to my mouth. “Open up, babe.”

I did as he asked, already moving down to my knees. Nate shook his head and guided me back to my feet. “Not yet. You see, I haven’t fucked you in months, and I’m a little out of practice. I’m having enough trouble not coming just seeing you like this.”

The fingers that had been inside my body now moved up to rest against my lips. Knowing what it was he wanted, I closed my eyes and opened up, sucking them in.

“So, I’ve had this fantasy,” he whispered.

I blinked the water from my lashes and released his fingers before biting down on my lower lip with a smile. “Oh, yeah?”

Nate nodded and turned the handheld showerhead until it was spraying against my breasts. “Yeah.” He moved it down toward my belly. “Every time I’ve gotten into this shower, I’ve found myself wondering what it’d be like to use this on you.”

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