Page 118 of Love Without Control

My teeth were chattering by the time we entered our hotel room, and Dane pulled me directly into the small bathroom and turned on the shower to heat up. Then he undressed us both and slid the rose from my hair, setting it carefully on the marble countertop before taking out my contact lenses.

The bathroom was large, sumptuous even, but the navy-and-white tiled shower was tiny, barely big enough for one person. “That’s an awfully small space,” I mused, and Dane flashed a lascivious smile.

“I’m aware. We’ll just have to stand really close to each other.”

I stepped backward into the stall, pulling my man along with me until my back hit the wall. “I think I can make that sacrifice.” With our bodies plastered together, we turned in slow circles, letting the water hit us from all sides and warm us. Dane hummed the wedding march, and I smiled against his bare chest. “Thank you for today. For everything but especially the wedding.”

He buried his nose in the top of my hair. “One day, I’ll give you a real one, Wildcat. With flowers and a dress and your family there.” His voice turned softer, more vulnerable. “If you think they’ll accept me.”

Lifting my head, I looked up at him. “Of course they will.”

He snorted out a sound of derision. “I’m not exactly sure I’m the kind of man they had planned for you.”

I directed my best scowl at him. “Don’t talk about my husband that way. I chose him, remember?” That made him smile, and he lifted me until my legs curled around his waist.

“I love you, Mrs. Osbourne.”

He was already hard, and I rocked my hips, sliding my pussy up and down his strong length. “I love you, Mr. Osbourne.”

Dane stopped our circling dance and pressed my back against one of the walls of the shower, the tiles quickly warming beneath my flesh. His cock was on fire though, and the head of it swelled as I found it with my clit, getting me wet and slick against him.

“Fuck your wife, Dane,” I demanded, and he groaned shifting his hips until we were lined up for the perfect entrance. Then he pushed upward, filling me slowly as I stretched to accommodate his size. “This is my favorite part, when you’re working your way inside me. Okay, maybe second favorite because I really like the orgasm part.”

He chuckled. “Ah, yes. The grand finale is always stellar.” Then all reasonable conversation was forgotten as Dane switched to the dirty-mouthed man I adored. “My favorite part is when your pussy tightens up and tries to resist me until she recognizes her master. Then she accepts me so fucking beautifully like the good little cunt she is.”

He began to move, fucking up into me with measured thrusts that drew his name from the back of my throat as his mouth dropped to the side of my neck.

“Dane, yes!” As always, he located my G-spot like he was born to do it, and the thick ridge around the crown of his cock rode against it. “Right there. Don’t stop or I’ll divorce you.”

My husband chuckled before biting the tender spot where my shoulder met my neck, no doubt marking me as his. “Is that so? Even when I can do this?” He rolled his hips, touching spots I was convinced no other man could find, and his ass cheeks clenched beneath my heels. I loved the way Dane fucked with his whole body, but that ass… Good god! He had the perfect man butt, firm, hard, and completely biteable.

With a deep grind, he abraded my clit with his pubic bone, and my head fell back against the tiles. Through hooded eyes, I watched as Dane ramped up his efforts, and a feral glint sparkled in his brown eyes. “Hands above your head, Wildcat,” he demanded, and I clasped my fingers together and lifted them.

Holding beneath my ass with one hand, Dane grasped my wrists and pinned them to the shower wall as the rhythm of our joining quickened. His hot mouth closed around one of my nipples, and I was totally at his mercy, lost in the pleasure only he could deliver.

“I’m close,” I panted, and he switched to the other breast, adding a scrape of teeth to his repertoire. The warm water sluiced over our writhing bodies, and the fever in my core rose until…

“Fuck, I feel it, baby girl. I feel you coming. Give it to me.”

My hips churned in tandem with his, and I definitely gave it to him, every bit of myself. I’m pretty sure my soul left my body when I came so hard it could have been measured on the Richter scale.

Dane only went harder, taking me higher as the sounds of wet flesh slapping together blended with the pattering water and the grunts of raw sex. And then with one… two… three more thrusts, he stilled, spilling himself deep inside me.

I blinked sleepily, my body completely used and loose, and watched my husband’s gorgeous face, contorted in the agony of pure rapture. He released my hands slamming his palm against the tiles beside my head as he pulsed inside me, his lips parted and panting against my breast.

He was absolutely the most beautiful specimen of man I’d ever seen in my life. His lean, hard muscles finally started to relax and lose their tension as his back heaved with harsh breaths.

Lifting his head, he flashed a crooked smile that gave me all the flutters and said, “Give me about a month to recover, and we’ll do that again.”

Of course it didn’t take nearly that long. After we dressed and had dinner in our room, Dane was ready for round two, but this time was in our spacious bed beneath the crisp, sky-blue sheets. I was on top, my body flush with his as we made slow, sensual love together.

After we were done and my husband was snoozing lightly beside me, I crawled from the bed and retrieved the white rose he’d placed in my hair earlier. Finding the small stack of books I’d brought, I opened one of them and put the flower in the back before closing it and stacking the other books on top to press it into a keepsake.

I knew it was only an impromptu “ceremony,” but that made it even more special to me because Dane was not exactly known as the king of spontaneity. I wanted to remember it. Forever.

Chapter 39

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