Page 12 of Attraction

Lost in the events that unfolded, she hadn’t even noticed he’s been left wanting. Unsatisfied, he pulls out and now she will have to dig deep in her energy reserves as she prepares for another attack on her senses when, selfishly, she just wants to curl up in bed, any bed, and go to sleep.

He turns her around, the warm water flowing down her back. It massages against the sore, tender areas of her body—areas she hardly remembered existed until now. Then, bending her over, he positions her hands on the wall in front. She arches her back as she offers herself to him. Again, he rubs small gentle circles with his fingers between her thighs, ensuring plenty of slick—the last thing he wants to do is hurt her. Then, thrusting forward with renewed vigor, using all his strength, he pushes his hard cock into her.

Leaning over her body, his chest pressed against her back, he whispers in her ear. “Hold still sailor… we’re gonna enjoy this.” With her body in this position, he can use more of his strength and still tease her—tugging her nipples and touching her clit. She closes her eyes and groans as his arm snakes under and across her stomach. Clutching at her waist, he drags her backward against his erection, then pounding forward, slams against her—again and again.

Her arms buckle until she’s able to find the strength to straighten them in a press-up style hold. She closes her eyes—the feeling is intense. They’re deep, fast thrusts that continue to stimulate and as he pulls back she can feel it—her G-spot pulsing. “Oh, God….” She gasps, unsure if she has enough stamina to come again but there’s certainly potential.

“Mm….” He groans, grunting and hissing air through his teeth as he finds a rhythm and places a hand on either side of her body. Gripping her hips for support, he pushes her back and forward along his length.

She struggles, her arms are tired. With his powerful body slamming against hers, the deep thrusts make the ache inside her even more intense. Her legs shake and, almost on tiptoes, each pounding push of his body forces her upwards. He keeps her positioned forward, his hands fondling the round curves of her ass, grabbing the firmness of her cheeks—massaging, kneading, and pulling at them. She takes a deep breath, concerned momentarily that in this position he might be tempted to areas she’s not willing to go—yet. Not that she wouldn’t be willing, it’s just she’s not ready for that level of intimacy with him—today.

He can feel her hesitation but reassures her by growling against her neck. He’s not far off his climax and doesn’t need that level of stimulation to make him cum.

Her body’s fading fast with tiredness, and she’s glad he succumbs to the pleasure. With a few more thrusts, she can feel as he shoots his warm load deep inside her. Stroking her back, petting her, his finger traces a line around her tattoo. “Oh, baby… that was fuckin’ great!” he says, finally satisfied.

Turning around, she holds him close as he brushes her skin with the back of his hand. They both smile and lips find their way back to where they began—kissing.

She sees him grin and the kissing gets more intense, as his fingers again find her clit, circling, he watches as she moans softly, closing her eyes. “Oh… so good!” She smiles, again losing herself to emotion. Her leg wrapped around his waist, him pinning her against the tiled wall as his hand stimulates her over- sensitive engorged clit.

His cocky ego obvious as he whispers in her ear, “How many times do you normally cum?”

“What?”

Once is the answer, because truthfully, no other guy she’s been with ever tried for more. A regular session would be more abouthimgetting off than her. Ryan’s going to be the exception, and he’s certainly not selfish in satisfying her needs.

Her hips circle against his hand as she finds a rhythm and what she thought was impossible is happening and crying real tears she cums hard for a second time.

Her body’s aching and her breasts throb as he gently kisses each one. Her nipples are red-hot with pain, covered with small burgundy marks from his teeth. “Mmm….” she grins.

Now upright on her feet, panting with her eyes closed she leans her head back against the tiles, enjoying the feeling of the water on her skin. Though it’s only warm, it feels like it’s burning hot as it cascades over her sore breasts and as she looks down at them, they look like they’re glowing—she has to admit they don’t feel so good now.

Her post-sex look is amazing, her neck marked—a deep-purple welt from his bite. He smiles, pleased he could satisfy her— pleasuring what seems a long-overdue need.

“I’ve got some cream,” he smiles, dropping a comforting kiss on her lips.

She nods, but her smile is insincere. She feels embarrassed and slightly ashamed that she let her emotions take over her body, and like some star-struck fan, let him easily seduce her.

Given she only just arrived, she’s not wanted on the team, and their leader, Darius, hates her, this was probably the dumbest thing she could have done. But despite all the stupidity, rewind and ask her again—does she want to fuck him? Her answer would be the same—Yes, please.

He takes the foam wash from the rack and gently washes her body, dropping light kisses on her shoulder, his breath hot against his ear he whispers, “You alright?”

She turns around, nodding as she strokes her hand against his face, staring at him longingly.

As her inhuman stunning green-eyes look at him, all Ryan’s breath gets sucked from his lungs. “What the fuck?”Shocked, he’s lost for words, awestruck at her beauty—almost hypnotized. “I’ll err… I’ll go make that pasta.”

Sensing his retreat, Kat frowns. “Ryan, Ryan, wait!” She attempts to kiss him again, but this time he holds back. “Look, I just wanted to say… well, thank you—for that.” She blushes and continues, “and for letting me stay here tonight.”

“You’re welcome. But just remember, it’s Digby. Everyone on the team, they call me Digby.” He strokes her face one more time before stepping out.

He grabs a towel, and he’s gone.

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Hurrying to clean herself and despite the water being warm, she shivers as she contemplates the unenviable task ahead. How do they negotiate a way forward and forge an ongoing—professional and working relationship, after what just happened between them?

Chapter 5

Examining herself in the mirror, Kat can see the warm flush of sex still evident in her face by its bright pink color. Then looking down, she places a soothing hand against the fiery tingle in her breasts. The overzealous spirit with which he pleasured her before felt good, but now in the aftermath, it’s not so great. Pulling her shirt on she’s grateful the soft cotton is loose-fitting against her body.

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