Page 51 of Finding the Pieces

“You let the water run over my chest while you played with my nipples, tugging and kneading. You whispered everything you were going to do to me in my ear.”

“And did I do them all?”

“Every single one.” She runs her hands down my chest again before lightly scraping her nails back and forth above the waistband of my briefs.

“What happened next?” I ask, my voice low and husky from her teasing.

“You bent me over in the shower and fucked me from behind.”

“Then you got on your knees and sucked me clean.”

Fuck. What are we doing?

I’m so fucking hard right now, and there’s no way she hasn’t noticed, but I can’t seem to stop, and she doesn’t seem to want to either.

“I stopped you before I could come down that pretty throat,” I say, threading my fingers through her hair at the base of her skull and tugging gently at the roots.

“And then I dragged you to bed,” she says. “Our bodies dripping wet, and I pushed you onto the mattress before climbing on top and straddling your waist. But before I could sink down on your hard cock—”

“I pulled your thighs up around my head and made you ride my face.Thisis where I remember the screaming.”

“Well yeah, kind of hard not to. You were relentless.”

“I washungry.”

She laughs, before slapping her hands over her mouth as if she remembered our sleeping one-year-old down the hall.

“And you made me come.” Her eyes lock with mine as she whispers in that voice that makes me want to strip her bare.

“God, your thighs were shaking so hard, I thought I’d have to carry you around the rest of the day.”

“Then you flipped me on my back,” she adds, glancing at my lips.

“And I pinned your hands above your head so I could eat my dessert inpeace.”

Ellie’s writhing now, her hips circling, restlessly squirming with her center pressed against my upper thigh.

“You licked my tits for like ten minutes afterward. I almost came again from that alone.”

“You would have if you didn’t buck me off before climbing into my lap,” I say.

“I wanted to ride you.”

“And I let you,” I say.

“But not before you pulled my arms behind my back and pinned them there,” she says breathlessly, placing wet kisses of her own on my chest.

“I needed you arched just right so I could finish sucking on those perfect tits.”

“I remember thinking there was no way you could be any deeper. You were so hard and thick, and the friction was unreal. I couldn’t stop from screaming again.”

“Now you admit it. Glad we both remember it that way,” I say with a smirk, and she slaps playfully at my chest. “And when you were done, I flipped you onto your back.”

“Threw my feet over your shoulders,” she pants, her hands dropping dangerously low on my abdomen.

“And fucked into you hard, and deep,” I growl.

“Your fingers digging into my thighs and my ass lifting up off the bed.”

---