Page 51 of From Us, Forever

“You act like I didn’t just fuck you all the way here,” he whispered as he trailed his lips down my neck.

The thud in my heart intensified as I jumped on him. “Take me anyway.”

“Gladly.” His lips captured mine in a breathless kiss as we bounded up the stairs, crashing into my teenage bedroom.

Within seconds, we took off our clothes and jumped under the steady stream of the shower, naked with his lips still sealed with mine.

My lungs were gasping for air by the time our lips parted.

“Turn around and hold on to the wall.” His hands dug into my waist while his thumb roamed over my diamond-hard nipples, feathering light touches on the tip.

“No, I want to see your face.” My fingers threaded through his long raven locks, almost pulling it out from its roots.

“Listen to what I said.” His teeth caught the shell of my ear. “Or you’re not getting any of this.” His throbbing hard, thick cock glistening with pre-cum stood proudly under my attention.

With heavy eyes, I twisted around and splayed my palms flat on the tile. His hands dropped from my hips, and only the sound of the hitting water followed.

Confused, I spun around, but he hooked a finger under my chin. “Eyes on the wall if you want me, sweetheart.”

A thick knot lodged up my throat, but I nodded. The thought of him standing there and doing nothing made my knees shake and my core pulse with need. I rubbed my thighs together to ease some of the ache.

“Keep your legs spread wide,” he demanded, squeezing my inner thighs apart.

“But Jay.” My voice cracked.

“Shh. You can do it.”

With each second turning to minutes, my breaths came out in rasps, and my cunt was dripping.

What the hell was he doing?

My mind was blank from the rising tension, but the intimacy of the moment was killing me.

Here I was, hands on the wall with my legs spread wide but he still wasn’t doing a thing.

The connection between us without even his touch on my skin was burning and smoldering.

Moments of agony later, he dragged a slow finger along the beads of sweat collected on the small of my back, and a shivering chill ran along my spine from the faint brush.

A loud moan escaped my lips.

His fingers dropped as fast as they came.

“Please,” I complained in a wild whine.

“Hmm,” he whispered, his lips traveling down the length of my neck. His two hands trailed up from the curve of my waist to my heavy, aching breasts.

He palmed the weight of them, squeezing and playing, carefully avoiding my nipples and the hungry ache between my thighs.

“Jay. Please, I want you,” I spurted through my labored breaths.

“All in good time, baby.”

And with that, he flung me around, and my back jolted against the tile. I screamed when his lips captured my nipple, sucking, biting, and laving, pulling harder with his teeth. Electric agony flooded my blood with the feel of his rough stubble and teeth grazing the hard edges.

Desperate for a release, my fingers trailed downward, but he caught them. “No touching,” he commanded, crossing both my arms above my head while he continued to torture my nipples, curling and twisting his tongue and teeth all over them again and again.

And the dam inside me broke. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt, almost like my skin was being wired alive with pleasure and my nerve endings being snapped.

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