Page 120 of Counterfeit Connection

“It wasn’t exactly built for two, was it?” I joke.

“Nope, but that makes it all the better,” he replies before slipping an arm around my middle and pulling me back against his body. “The warm water makes your skin so plump and soft,” he whispers against my ear before kissing it. “Maybe I made the shower in our suite too large. This feels…nice.”

I can feel his growing cock pressing into my back. “It feels lots of ways. While we can try creativity here, there’s something to be said about room to move.”

“Kaitlyn, you should know by now I don’t let obstacles get in my way.”

Griffin’s right hand reaches into the shower niche, taking hold of my shampoo bottle. The subtle scent starts to drip across my scalp. He slowly begins to work the suds into a lather down mylocks, as he sways his hips back and forth with the movement of his hand.

I reach back, holding on to the backs of his thighs. The bubbles start to drip off the ends of my hair over my skin. His left thumb reaches up to swirl a few of them across my nipple. I hiss at the sensation.

“That’s not my hair.”

“It absolutely isn’t, is it?” He pinches it between his fingers and tugs.

“Oh, God.” I drop my head back to his shoulder.

He guides me gently to rinse the suds from my hair before taking my sponge and a bit of body wash and lathers it between his hands. With a delicate hand and careful precision, he washes my skin, and when I think he’s nearly finished, he glides the sponge across my pussy.

“Hands on the wall, baby,” he demands and I comply without a second thought.

He drops the sponge to the floor and his hand takes its place, teasing me and exploring between my legs until I’m shivering for a whole new reason.

Griffin pulls my hair over one shoulder so his lips can suckle the water off my neck. The subtle movement of his fingers between my folds intensifies as he uses them to anchor my body to him. The heat of the water, the pulse of the water over my body, and the vibration of his fingers are a sexy trilogy that makes me forget everything other than right here and right now.

“Jesus, Griffin,” I exhale.

His teeth take a gentle bite of my skin. “Indeeeeed,” he moans.

I can feel the tension brewing deep in my belly and my toes begin to curl. My hips start to move, rocking against his hand, chasing the orgasm that is just on the horizon.

“Griffin… I…” my voice is breathy, like I’ve run a marathon. “You’re making me come.”

“Then be a good girl and come for me,” he growls in my ear and it’s like he’s pressed the “orgasm button.”

I feel my spirit fold onto itself for a split second before exploding into a million colorful, dancing pieces. If it weren’t for his strong arm around my middle, holding me on my feet, I’d likely crumple to the floor. “FUUUUUUCK!”

He chuckles in the crook of my neck. “Watching you come will always be my favorite thing.”

I lick my lips. “You must be proud of yourself, huh?”

“Every time.”

“Good,” I say as I drop my hands from the wall, spin around in his grip, and sink to my knees in front of him. “Let’s see if I can make myself proud too.”

“What are you doing?” he groans.

“If you don’t know, I’ve not done this enough.”

His tense cock takes its first tease from my tongue. It winds in a tight lazy circle around his tip. Griffin presses his right hand against the cold tile while his left massages the top of my head. I tilt my eyes up to see him looking down at me. His normally bright eyes have darkened to something so sensuously sinful; I could come again just from seeing it.

“Baby, you don’t have to. I just wanted to take care of you.”

He doesn’t realize how much I need this.

I don’t respond to him with words. Instead, I take him deep inside my mouth with a subtle tension and hum that radiates from my lips.

With one hand on his thigh to keep me steady, I wrap the other around the base of his cock and pump it in rhythm with my mouth. I can feel his fingers curling to my hair at the crown of my head. He’s finding his own anchor.

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