Page 93 of The Rescuer

“See something back there you like?” The smirk was evident in her voice.

“Everything. I like it all. You are a fucking goddess.”

He took his time lathering her mouthwatering globes.

“I think they’re clean,” she squeaked, a little breathless.

“Just admiring my work.” He brought the soap to her front and dropped his hand between her legs.

“Oh!”

He nudged her legs apart, one hand holding her thigh in place as he used the other to languidly brush the bar over her, taking it at a gentle pace. Soon she was leaning back into him, and the sinful sounds of pleasure coming from her made his dick grow even harder. He let her leg go and quickly slid in a finger, pumping it slow and easy while his other hand used the soap to toy with her pretty pink nipples. Being a head taller gave him the optimal vantage point to see it all.

“Oh God,” she moaned.

“Feel good?” he whispered in her ear.

“So good.” She reached around and grabbed onto his ass cheeks. “I need something I can hold on to,” she breathed.

“You grab whatever you want.”

He added a second finger and increased the tempo. Her hips bucked against his hand, and soon she was shuddering as her orgasm moved through her. Letting the soap drop, he tightened his hold on her, his arm across her chest and hand palming one breast. She sagged against him.

His fingers were inside her, but he stilled them and gave her a moment to come down. After she’d caught her breath, he whispered, “Put your hands on the wall.” He waited for her to reposition herself before he began working inside her again, adding a third finger. Her panting and mewling echoed off the tile walls as he increased the friction. Meanwhile, his thumbcircled that sweet, sweet spot. He applied varying levels of pressure until he hit that pitch-perfect note that made her body vibrate like taut strings of a violin.

His mind’s camera snapped pictures of her body undulating to the rhythm of his hand and the way rivulets ran over her creamy breasts, how her sensitive peaks tightened into tiny beads when he rolled them between his finger and thumb. This was a sight that would be emblazoned in his memory banks forever.

When she climaxed this time, she came hard and fast, crying out his name. She went limp against him, and he freed his fingers and held her up, laying tongue-filled kisses along her nape, her shoulders.

He fondled her breasts, and he could feel her heart fluttering like a hummingbird’s wings beneath his fingers.

“So damn perfect,” he mumbled against her wet skin.

“Oh yes,” she hummed.

Life seemed to return to her limbs, and she spun in his arms, her lids heavy. Blue eyes peeked at him from beneath her lashes, and her hands twined around the back of his neck.

“That was … that was …”

He kissed her long and deep. “Yeah,” he whispered against her mouth when he finally released it.

She dropped her hand and began stroking his shaft, fingertips teasing his crown. “Someone’s ready to go already.”

“That’s your fault.” He kissed the tip of her nose. The way her body moved when he touched her, how she responded to him, was a turn-on like none he’d ever experienced. How had he missed out on this for so long?

She nipped at his jaw. “Your turn to get cleaned up.” The last two words were a provocative come-on that lit an eager fire inside him.

“I think it’s time to move this party. I don’t want your chin getting wet, and I’m already clean from standing here. Besides, the hot water’s running out.” In fact, icy needles he hadn’t registered before were hitting his back.

Outside the shower, she tossed him a towel she’d pulled from a linen cupboard. Forgotten was her shyness as she stood in front of him and let his eyes rove all over her while she casually unfolded her own towel. She had no idea how thoroughly she stole his breath, how she left him dumbfounded. He followed the curve of her neck to the swell of her fullbreasts, down to her narrow waist that widened into hips he wanted his hands on. Before his gaze strayed lower, she wrapped the towel around herself.

“Damn,” he hissed under his breath.

Hereyes dropped to the flagpole sticking out of the towel secured around his own waist, and she laughed. “Yes, wedefinitelyhave to take care of you. Hmm, I have an idea. Maybe instead of a foot massage …”

“We’ve got all night to do that. First, though, we need fuel.” Now that they had crossed that forbidden line and there was no putting the genie back in the bottle, he planned to get his fill of his wife for as long as she would let him—or until he had to leave.

The reminder crushed a corner of the cloud he was floating on.

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