Page 118 of Their Greatest Strength

My heart is in my throat when I step up behind him and press my naked breasts against his back. I wrap my arms around his body and gingerly cover the hand stroking his shaft with mine.

He doesn’t flinch at my touch. It’s a moan that slips from him instead of a command for me to leave.

“You came.”

“I’m sorry I ran.”

Releasing himself, he moves his hand aside and uses it to encourage me to take over for him. I do, not wanting to waste another moment.

Similar to the first time I had him in my hand, my pussy tightens, reminding me that there’s a better place for us to stroke him. I shut my eyes and lean my cheek to his shoulder, stretching my fingers around his cock. He’s so thick that my fingers hardly brush and long enough that I have to move around to his side just to touch it from base to tip.

“Don’t apologize for that. I didn’t expect anything,” he mutters, voice shaky.

I drag my thumb over the wet tip of him to collect the slick liquid before jerking him again. He throbs in my grip, and I think he’s going to come. But then he’s spinning us.

The showerhead is directly above me as he steps back and rests against the wall, letting the water rush down over me. My hair is soaked in seconds, and the warm spray hits my heavy breasts next, dripping off my nipples onto the floor.

His eyes follow the stream of water, growing dark and edged with something almost feral. I feel the effects of that look with every pulse of my clit and drip of arousal that runs down my thigh.

It’s the first time we’ve been naked in front of one another,and he takes his time inspecting every inch of my skin. First, my shoulders and breasts, then the roundness of my belly and stretch marks that span over my hips and thighs. Every wrinkle of cellulite on my thighs feels more obvious under his gaze, like they’ve been marked in permanent ink for him to see.

His cock doesn’t get softer with every piece of me that he sees, though. With every movement of his eyes, it throbs, reddening at the tip and glistening with precum.

“It doesn’t bother you?” I whisper, forcing myself not to eye-fuck his dripping wet abs.

“What do you mean?”

I push past the lump in my throat. “The way I look. My body.”

He licks his lips and moves his hands to my belly. They spread outward to my soft waist and then down to my love handles. I’m completely unprepared for him to lower himself onto his knees and kiss everywhere his hands have been.

“I haven’t been as attracted to another person as I am to you, Blakely. Women, men, you’ve trumped them all. I could spend hours standing right here just looking at you and your curves.”

It’s everything I’ve been needing to hear.

I’m weak to the pull of my impulses. With his words making me confident, I help him to his feet and then lower a hand to his balls, rolling them gently.

His entire body shudders as he struggles to hold my stare. “Baby. I’m barely holding on here.”

“You’re beautiful too, Jamie,” I declare softly, resting my other hand between his defined pecs.

“Fuck,” he blows out.

“I want you to show me what you were doing before I came in here. Show me what you do when you’re in bed alone thinking of me.”

He grabs his cock and squeezes, nodding to the opposite side of the shower where the water won’t drown us.

“Only if you do it too.”

I settle in front of him with my back to the wall and guide my fingers between my legs, parting my pussy and exposing how wet and swollen I am to him. He moves his fist in a long, slow stroke and stares between my legs.

“So perfect,” he whispers, expertly collecting his cum to lube his shaft. “Don’t leave it empty, baby.”

My clit is so sensitive that I jerk against the wall when I roll it beneath my thumb. I’m wet enough that I fit a finger inside of myself without struggle.

“When I lay in bed and think of you, I dream of spreading you out on my bed and teasing that tight hole with my cock. Just the tip to start, but fuck, even with you dripping onto the sheets, it hardly fits,” he hisses.

I thrust my finger in and out, my breasts swaying with the movement. “You said we’d make it fit.”

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