Page 20 of Savage Protector

“I couldn’t stop thinking about getting back to you. To return and find you in the shower like this is fucking divine.”

I didn’t get to respond because he covered my mouth with his. That extra touch sparked a fever between us as our tongues curled around each other in a brain-melting kiss that left me moaning when he moved his lips to my jaw and neck.

“No more dress to keep us apart,” he whispered across my skin.

My stomach fluttered with each urgent press of his mouth until I gave up on trying to come up with a response. My head fell back on the shower wall and I nearly came the moment his lips wrapped around my nipple. His assault moved from one breast to the other as my mind spiraled out of control. The alternation of strokes and little sucks sent sparks of heat between my legs. I was beginning to ache because I needed to be filled.

“Please, Houston. Please…”

“Mmm.” He grazed a nipple with his teeth. “Say my name again.”

“Houston,” I sighed. Please never let this stop. He abandoned my breast and slid his hand down my stomach.

“If you touch me I’m going to come.”

“Nothing wrong with that, baby.”

Except instead of continuing the trail, he flipped me over so I faced the wall.

“Put your leg right here on the bench.” He lifted my thigh and placed my foot on the tile. “Good girl. Now grab that bar above your head.” He guided my hands and I did as instructed.

“Perfect, now don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

He jumped from the shower and left me. As much as that made me want to turn around and see what he was doing, I liked the idea of following his command more. So I waited, pressing my forehead to the wall in front of me.

The plastic crinkle of him tearing open a package made me sigh. Shit. I was so into this he could have screwed me without one and I probably wouldn’t have noticed.

“I’m hard as a fucking rock, Princess. I hope you’re ready for that.” He stepped back into the shower and pressed his front to my back, his hands grabbing the backs of my thighs to spread me wider. “Balls deep, baby.”

A second later he lined up the head of his cock to my entrance and shoved straight into me without another word. My world tilted and I might have screamed because his mouth was at my ear whispering about how hot and tight I was.

The weight of his body pressed me into the wall and every inch of me felt invaded. I freaking loved it.

And then it got better.

His clever fingers sought out my clit and began a rough back and forth slide. With pressure building in my belly at an alarming rate he began massaging my insides with long, slow strokes.

“Ohhh.” I bit my lip to keep from screaming again.

“Fuck, baby.” He grabbed my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh and pulled me on and off his cock. Unlike the last time, he took his time, building my orgasm in a slow steady climb. My heart was beating out of control, and my legs shook with need.

He leaned over me and peppered kisses along my back, making me wiggle every time he touched a sensitive spot. My muscles clenched.

He groaned. “You’re killing me, Princess.”

I liked that I had the power to do that even in this position so I did it again, tightening my muscles around him. If I wasn’t already out of my mind I would have smiled when he stiffened and moaned behind me. I let go and squeezed again.

“Shit.” He lifted my hips and thrust harder at a slightly different angle, one obviously designed to hit my G-spot.

“Ohh. Ohh.” The slow burn of an orgasm suddenly exploded within me, robbing me of air. My muscles tightened, freezing me in place, unable to even scream.

The guttural groans behind me melded into short, rough grunts as he slammed me harder, filling me entirely. He grabbed my shoulder with one of his hands and held me to the wall, while he banged into me several more times. After countless strokes he buried deep and held, his body shuddering behind me.

Neither of us moved or said a word, the only sounds the falling water and our heavy breathing. When the water turned cool I jerked free from my sex stupor, attempting to shift out of the spray.

He must have felt it too as he slid from me and lowered my leg. He quickly reached past me and turned off the water. I collapsed on the bench, unable to stand any longer. Again, I sat shocked by the overwhelming sensations still fluttering through me.

In a vague sense of reality I watched him remove and discard the condom before grabbing a towel and returning to me. As if sensing I had no energy to move my arms or legs yet, he took the time to alternately dry and kiss my bare skin.

“Is it always like this?” My voice cracked, but I finally got the burning question out of my brain.

“Sex is almost always good, but no it is definitely not always this fucking hot.” He dropped a quick kiss on the top of my head before scooping me into his arms.

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