Page 74 of A Fine Line

I rest my back against the shower wall, lifting one of my legs to rest on his shoulder and then moving my other leg so I’m braced wide open for him.

He flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue, teasing me mercilessly until I’m panting and begging for more. He finally presses his open mouth against me and sucks my sensitive flesh into his mouth, pushing one finger inside me, sliding it in and out, in and out. He adds another finger and does the same in-and-out slide a few times before adding a third finger.

I grip my hands in his hair again, giving up any semblance of propriety, writhing against him shamelessly. “Yes. Yes, just like that. Oh, fuck, Tony. That feels so fucking good.”

He growls against me, his fingers inside me pressing up sharply and then pulsing rhythmically as he doubles his assault on my clit with his lips and tongue. I press my head back against the tiles and sob with pleasure as white-hot heat rolls over me. He licks and sucks my clit with fervor, his fingers in my spasming cunt twisting, drawing out my orgasm until I’m a twitching, quivering mess against the shower wall.

I’m gasping for breath, little tremors racking my body as he continues to lick me lazily, his fingers stroking inside me gently. I take a deep breath in, exhaling in satisfaction, and then his mouth latches onto my clit again, and I tighten my fingers in his hair, yanking him away from me as I laugh, “No, no. I can’t. It’s too much.”

He looks up at me from between my legs, the heat in his eyes taking my breath as he smiles and asks, “Are you sure? I’ll worship you all fucking night, sweetheart. You just say the word.”

“I’m good,” I reply breathlessly, my fingers releasing his hair as he leans back and eases my leg to the floor. He stands and places his hands on my arms, steadying me until I get both of my feet under me. Then he turns away, messing with the buttons on the fancy shower until the steam stops and water runs from the showerhead.

He gives himself a quick wash, then flips the taps off and turns to me, shooing me toward the door, where he grabs a large towel and half-dries himself before wrapping the towel around his waist. He snags two more towels, using one to dry my body and then wrapping it around my torso and the other to dry my hair.

He exits the bathroom, leaving me standing there, but quickly returns with a chair, which he places in front of the mirror. He points to the chair, and I sit, watching him rummage around in the drawers and cupboards until he comes back with a hairdryer and brush in his hands.

I hold my hands out to take them from him, but he pulls them back and shakes his head. “I’ll do it.”

I drop my hands to my lap, twisting my fingers to keep them occupied as he gently untangles my long hair. I watch him intently as he walks around me, using the brush and dryer to smooth out my hair until it falls in a shiny mass around me.

I’m doing my best to keep my eyes on his face, but every time he circles in front of me, my gaze is drawn to the front of his towel and the tool beneath bobbing for freedom. I choke on a little laugh, not averting my eyes quickly enough, and when I look up, he’s giving me the most disapproving look.

“Stop that,” he mutters almost shyly, and I giggle at the serious expression on his face.

“Stop what?” I ask with fake innocence.

He stops brushing my hair and gives me a stern look. “You know what.”

I take my innocent look up a notch and bat my eyelashes at him, and he growls in response, going back to his work without further comment. I smile, continuing to watch him and his hard dick attempting to escape the precariously secured towel around his waist.

After a few minutes, he finishes up and turns to put the dryer and brush away, but I reach out and snag the towel, yanking it loose in one move. He freezes, his eyes flashing at me, and I do the only thing I can think of at that moment.

I run.

He doesn’t bother putting the appliances away, and they clatter to the floor as he takes off after me, as if I have anywhere to go, wrapped in a towel, barefoot.

He catches me before I even reach the bed and picks me up from behind, falling with me face-first on the bed so I’m pinned beneath him. I’m breathless with mirth, and he laughs quietly against my ear, rubbing his hard cock against my towel-covered ass as he asks, “Can I help you with something, sweetheart?”

I press myself back against him, turning my head to look back at him as I say, “Seems to me like you’re the one in need of some help.”

He nuzzles my ear, breathing into it and sending a shiver down my spine, and my hips lift off the mattress instinctively. He makes a pleased sound, a mix between a laugh and a growl, and my insides quiver, a sensation that remains almost foreign to me after so many years of avoiding anything so destructive as desire.

I tense up, and Tony must feel it because he pushes himself off me, and then he’s rolling me onto my back, leaving the towel between us as he stretches out on top of me. He braces himself with his forearms on either side of my head, and when I attempt to look anywhere but at him, he grasps my face between his hands and holds my head steady so I can’t look away. “Just say red, sweetheart,” he rasps, his head dipping forward to brush his lips over mine. “Anytime, anywhere, any reason.”

I inhale a sharp breath through my nose, a small sob escaping as my hands come up and press the back of his head, so he’ll kiss me properly. I’ve never been one for kissing, likely because it has never been an overly pleasurable experience for me, but it’s different now with Tony. He kisses me like he can’t get close enough, his lips, tongue, and teeth consuming me as if he’s been starved for a lifetime.

And it’s not only what he does with his mouth. His hands stroke over me, his legs moving along mine, and before I know it, the towel is a tangle beneath me, and he’s pulling back and kneeling between my splayed legs, his lips damp and hair tousled, that familiar sexy glint in his eyes.

“Your test results came back clean,” he murmurs, his eyes lingering between my legs where his bare cock nudges my pussy.

My lips curve up in a smile. My hands move to rest on top of his, where he’s squeezing my inner thighs. “That’s good news for the rest of night, considering we’re probably not at all prepared for safety here.”

His gaze flits to mine and then trails slowly down my naked body until he’s once again staring between my spread legs. He swallows visibly, his movements slowing until he’s kneeling there, unmoving.

“What is it?” I ask quietly, my hands squeezing his reassuringly.

His lips twist, his expression conflicted as he pushes the tip of his cock inside me and then pulls out again. He stares down at me with uncertainty painting his features, then he sighs and says, “They lied to you, sweetheart. About not being able to have more children.”

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