Page 80 of Sins of the Hidden

I stroked my hand over her center, my middle finger parting her swollen folds, gliding through the slick evidence of her arousal. Looking down at her, my stare pinned her where she stood as I pushed one finger deliberately inside her, feeling each ridge and texture of her inner walls. The sensation of her legs buckling as if the floor beneath her were dissolving shot up my arms as a light moan escaped her. The stream hit her face, droplets scattering like glass across her flushed skin. Droplets mapped her features as she panted, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "Tell me how it feels." Her mouth formed a perfect oval, pupils dilating until her eyes were nearly black, but no sound emerged. Just suspended silence, her body's reaction saying everything her voice couldn't.

"I-I—" Adding another finger, her head dropped back against the shower wall as she opened up for me. I pumped into her slowly, knuckles dragging through the heat I'd coaxed open. I grasped her breast in my other hand. I was rock hard at the sight of her like this, all for me.

"You're supposed to be teaching me." I stepped into the shower, my body blocking most of the water as I pressed myforehead to hers. I kept pushing, my hand moving in sync with her unraveling, making me harder with each movement. That tempting mouth of hers formed a perfect circle, heavy pants escaping as I moved faster, curling deeper with intent. "I won't learn unless you tell me."

Still nothing but desperate breaths escaped her lips. I thrust my fingers deeper before pausing.

"Where are my fingers, Oakley?" The words were a murmured demand, an answer I would coax from her. She closed around me tighter with every push, like her body knew exactly who I was. I added my thumb, rubbing over her clit in slow circles. Her knees buckled slightly, a deep moan escaping from her chest as she shivered in place. "Teach me."

Her mouth stayed in that perfect O shape, unable to form words as pleasure built within her. Right as her breathing quickened and her inner walls began to pulse, I dragged my hand back, every inch of retreat carving need into her face. She whimpered at the loss, her hips instinctively chasing my hand, desperate for the release I'd denied her.

"Not so fast," I murmured, watching her reaction as frustration replaced the bliss on her face. Her eyes pleaded with me, but I simply shook my head. "You're not teaching me like I asked."

Water traced her, each drop magnifying the tremor as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her thighs pressed together seeking friction. Water streamed down as I stepped under the shower spray directly in front of her.

"Since you won't teach me," I said, my voice dropping an octave lower as I wrapped my fist around my length, "I'm going to teach you instead." The pressure in my cock spiked, tension building beneath my grip as I glistened for her, already leaking. Her stare clung to me, wide and hungry, drinking in everymovement like gospel as her expression shifted from frustrated need to complete fascination, her attention never wavering.

She bit down on her lip, mouth twitching open like she couldn't hold in the want. My mind filled with images of that perfect mouth wrapped around my shaft. "Get on your knees," I commanded. She paused, and I waited to see if she showed any of her usual signs of distress, but she didn't. Instead, she dropped to her knees before me, and fuck me what a view. Perfect breasts, angelic eyes, full hips, parted thighs—an altar made of flesh. Worship waiting.

Oakley's hand reached for me, hesitant at first. I held my breath as her delicate fingers wrapped around my hardness, barely meeting around the girth. The first contact of her skin against mine sent a jolt through my body. I needed more.

The wall pressed against my spine as I threaded my fingers through her soaked strands. The cool tiles behind me grounded me as her lips kept moving, reverent and greedy—wordless worship. She looked up, gaze questioning, hungry. I nodded once.

Her mouth met mine like fire to steel. Nothing had prepared me for this sensation—not all my kills, not all my violence, not a single fucking moment of my life. Her tongue darted out, tasting, exploring, and my head slammed back against the shower wall with a dull thud, eyes squeezing shut as she took me deeper. This was completely new territory.

"Fuck," I growled, fingers tightening in her hair, my voice breaking with unfamiliar vulnerability. My legs nearly buckled beneath me. "Just like that."

Her mouth closed over me, lips sealing heat and reverence around my length. Her hand worked what wouldn't fit, creating a rhythm that had my hips jerking forward involuntarily. My spine arched away from the wall, then slammed back as she hollowed her cheeks, sucking harder.

The torrent against the tile mixed with the obscene melody of her mouth working me, creating a symphony that drowned out everything else. My vision narrowed to just her—those full lips stretched around me, those wet lashes flicked up, a gaze that fused like wire to flame. She glistened beneath the stream, her skin slick with want as she took me deeper, her determination evident in every movement.

"Watch me," I commanded, forcing my eyes to stay open.

She needed to see it—to understand her hold on me. The back of my head hit the tiles again as she took me deeper, my control fracturing with every flick of her tongue. My hands guided her movements now, teaching her what drove me to the edge, what made the muscles in my thighs tremble with restraint.

The taste of her still lingered on my tongue—her salt and sweetness mixing with the steam around us. My pulse thundered in my ears as pressure built at the base of my spine. Oakley on her knees, water streaming down her body as she used every part of herself to keep me there—the sight alone was almost enough to finish me.

She took me deeper still, her gaze watering as my length pushed into her throat. Rather than pull back, she pressed forward, taking more. The sensation of her swallowing around me shattered the last of my control.

"Fuck—Oakley—" I fisted her hair tighter, holding her in place as my body tensed. Her eyes locked with mine, wide and watering. That look was all it took.

"Touch your tits. Eyes on me." My voice was a raw command as I watched her obey. On command, her fingers pulled at her hard nipples, her glass-like gaze looking up at me, breathing heavily through her nose as I pumped my shaft into her mouth. My frame shuddered as warmth flooded her throat, wet, brokenbreaths filled the air between us, her pale face turning red from the lack of air I allowed her to have.

Fuck, she looked beautiful like this.

One last, bone-deep drive into her and my entire body seized, pulsing violently as my hot release flooded her throat. My vision blurred at the edges as my hips bucked involuntarily, muscles tensing and releasing in waves. Her throat convulsed around me, swallowing reflexively as she took everything I gave her. Dropping down onto my knee, I covered her mouth with my palm.

"Swallow." My eyes watched her throat bob as she followed my command. I exited the shower quickly, and she stood. Bending, I threw her over my shoulder. Both of us still slick from steam and sex, I carried her to her bedroom.

"W-What A-Are you doing?!" Dropping her on the bed, she gasped as her body bounced against the mattress, droplets of water glistening on her flushed skin.

I had to bend nearly in half just to look her in the eyes, her head barely reaching my chest. What she lacked in height, she made up for in abundance that spilled beneath me—her full breasts, the soft landscape of her stomach, the generous width of her hips.

I held her like restraint itself—unyielding and final, where her body tried to resist. "The bed—" I caught her halfway to rising, dragging her back down, my gaze devouring every inch of her.

"I'll buy you a new fucking bed." My voice was rough with desperate desire as my hands grabbed her, fingers digging into the dense curve of her hips, pulling her on top of me, straddling me. Every shift sending ripples across her body, her need bled into my skin.

"Did I say you could get up?" My hands seized her, fingers pressing into her softness until her skin bloomed with the shapeof me as I kept her in place, pinning her above me. The sight of her spread open, vulnerable, and exposed made my shaft twitch, pressing to where I ached.

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