Page 68 of Cougar Chronicles

“Nope. Not leaving, Stace. I’m getting in that shower with you come hell or high water.”

“Geez…”

“What’s wrong? I’ve seen every inch of you, and I adore every inch of you.” He traced her jawline with long finger. “You’re gorgeous.”

Her belly flip-flopped. He sure sounded sincere. Whether it was an act or not, why not live the fantasy a little longer? “Okay. Give me a minute. I’ll meet you in the shower.”

She hightailed it into the bathroom, ran a brush through her hair—which was every bit the mess she’d thought it was—and took care of necessary business.

“Ready, Michael,” she called, and she stepped into the steaming shower.

The raining water soothed her skin. She closed her eyes and arched her back, letting her hair flow down her back in a silky mass.

“Now that’s a lovely sight.”

His voice was a growling sigh, and Stacy opened her eyes to Michael’s perfect physique. She smiled. “Hi.”

“Hi, yourself.” He grabbed a bar of soap and lathered it between his palms. “May I?”

She nodded. His masculine hands smoothed the lather over her shoulders, over the hills of her breasts, over her taut belly. Her nipples hardened at his touch.

“I need some soap too,” he said. “Come here.”

He pulled her into his body, and she rubbed her breasts against his muscled torso. His black chest hair tickled her nipples, and she couldn’t help the small sigh that escaped her throat. So hard and masculine, he was, and so handsome and sexy. She pressed her cheek against his beefy shoulder and closed her eyes. Smooth strokes caressed her back, glided downward over the globes of her ass cheeks, slid between her legs. Her mound sprang to life.

“Hmm. You wet from the shower?” Michael teased, “or for me?”

She grinned into his hard shoulder. “For you, of course.”

“Then we need to do something about that. Luckily, I came prepared.” He picked up a condom from the soapdish. “Now, kiss me.”

His lips crushed to hers.

The kiss was anything but gentle. He forced her lips open and thrust his tongue inside. His groan vibrated against the inside of her mouth. It was a hungry kiss, a kiss of the passion that sizzled between them.

Stacy opened to him, let her tongue duel with his. His hands coasted down her arms, and the faint ripple of a foil packet breached the haze of her thoughts.

“Turn around, baby.”

She obeyed, and he gripped her hips and slowly slid into her. Lord, what a sweet invasion! Ripe and juicy, her slick passage welcomed him.

Slowly, gently, so unlike the kiss they had just shared, he made love to her.

“You feel so good, Stace.” He pistoned his hips, caressed her ass. “So good.”

“Yes, so good,” she echoed.

One strong hand slid over her hip, fingers entwined in her nest of curls and found her hard nub. He rubbed it in smooth circles, in time with his rhythmic thrusts into her, and the crescendo built.

Stacy closed her eyes, savored the warm rain on her face, her shoulders, her breasts.

Talented hands played her clit, the pressure growing, ascending, until a curtain opened over the last vestiges of her control. Michael pumped and pumped, rocking her hips.

“Yes, yes!” The dam burst, and her body shook. Her wet hands slipped from their grip on the shower wall, but Michael steadied her, continued to plunge into her as her whole torso seemed to spasm around him. Silver sparks shot through her arms and legs, yet still he held her stable, his strength her protective fort.

“That’s it, baby.” He rocked in time with the euphoric convulsions inside her. “Make it last. Come for me.”

Again and again her body imploded upon itself, her skin alternately heated and cooled. The warm rain from the shower intensified the sensations, and the heady splashes of water accompanied each thrust of Michael’s cock.

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