Page 72 of Wild Desire

I eased her off me. "I'll grab another washcloth."

She fell onto the bed and threw an arm over her forehead, her legs splayed. "What's the point? You're just going to get me messy again."

I knew without looking my sperm was spilling out of her. It satisfied a deep urge within me to mark her as mine. "No doubt. But it's my job to take care of you."

Her rib cage jerked as if her breath hitched at my words.

Was she not used to being taken care of by a man? I knew she wasn't into relationships, and I guessed she didn't let anyone do this for her. I wanted to change that. I wanted to be a good man for her.

I grabbed the other washcloth and threw it in the hamper. Then I grabbed a second one from the bathroom, waiting until the water was warm before running it under the stream. By the time I returned, her breathing was even. She was asleep.

I gently cleaned her, not wanting to wake her. A wave of tenderness for her overtook me. No one saw her like this, angelic in sleep, relaxed. Only I got to see this side of her. It was a privilege, one I wouldn't take for granted.

I threw the second washcloth in the hamper, then lay down next to her. I couldn't stop staring at her, the even fall of her chest, the occasional sigh. Was she dreaming about me? Would she want me again in the morning?

I fell asleep, my mind and body full of her.

Iwas having the best dream. A mouth wrapped around my cock, licking and sucking. Small hands gripped the base, squeezing me just how I preferred.

I was having a wet dream with Noelle sleeping next to me. That had me startling awake to find that Noelle was on all fours between my legs, my cock in her hands.

She grinned around my cock. "Morning, sleepyhead."

I grunted, not fully awake but loving this new development.

She licked me, teasing the head before swallowing me whole. She was going to be the death of me. I wouldn't be able to walk after this. I'd have to cancel my doctor's appointment.

I wanted to stay in bed with her all day. But it was a Monday, and we had a full schedule of appointments this morning, and I knew she had a list of personal assistant tasks to attend to. I wished I could whisk her away for a day or a weekend and keep her in bed, doing nothing but having my naughty way with her body.

"Come here," I urged her until she got the hint and turned, her thighs straddling my chest. I pulled her sweet pussy down to my lips and feasted on her. She jerked in my arms, trying to squirm away from me, but I held her fast.

If she was going to drive me crazy, I was going to return the favor. This woman was all-consuming. When I was with her, nothing else mattered.

I slipped one finger into her channel and then a second. Her thighs trembled, and I knew she was close. I sucked on her clit, just as the orgasm shot through me.

I eased her through the orgasm, and when she came down, she rested her cheek on my thigh. I tapped her leg so she'd get the hint and turn her body around.

When her face was next to mine, I said, "Shower?"

Her face screwed up. "I need one desperately."

I got out of bed, then reached for her, lifting her body until she was over my shoulder face down. I slapped her ass. "We need to clean you up."

The bedroom smelled like sex. I'd have to clean the sheets later because I fully intended to do this again tonight. I only had a short time with her, and I wouldn't waste it.

In the bathroom, I set her carefully on her feet and turned on the shower nozzle without turning away from her. I pulled her against me and kissed her long and slow, tasting my essence on her tongue. She pressed her nipples against my chest, which were hard points.

My hands drifted down to her still-swollen folds. "You can't get enough of me, can you?"

She huffed out a laugh, and when I eased a finger inside her, she moaned.

I played with her pussy, and when the water was warm, her skin was flush, her eyes bright with desire. In the shower, I let her get soaked, and then I lifted her against the tile, entering in one motion.

It was quick and hard, because I had this built-up desire for her that was apparently not extinguishable. Before I knew it, I was racing to another epic orgasm. With each thrust, I made sure to grind against her clit. Her nails were tearing at my skin, my hair, wherever she could find purchase, which was difficult with the water streaming over us.

I pulled her down to kiss me, and when she moaned into my mouth, I let go, loving that she was as into this as I was.

I couldn't believe I came home and found the woman for me. I hadn't thought much about settling down, but Noelle could get me to do anything. I just hoped she wanted the same things.

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