Page 15 of Dusk & Desire

I walk into the closest shower and turn the water on. After waiting just a few seconds, it turns sublimely warm. This time I do moan.

Linda clears her throat with a shy sound and I remember the love of my life is naked just a couple of feet away. “Jump in,” I encourage, not looking in her direction. I don’t want her to run off, but, fuck, it’s so hard not to check out the merchandise. From what I saw in the darkness last night, her body is made for sin, all soft curves and dips.

I step under the flow and tilt my head up. The water feels so good, I could almost be convinced to believe that it’ll wash away this past week. I sense Linda’s presence by my side and move a bit, letting her partake. I can’t hold back anymore. I open my eyes and look at my pretty girl.

The water turned her hair the color of wet sand. It sticks to her neck and shoulders, covering her round breasts. I bite my tongue as I track the rivulets of water down her slightly rounded belly and wide hips to the golden curls between her thighs. She has a cheeky landing strip, the hair there longer than at the sides, where the growth mirrors a week without shaving being a priority. My ears are full with the roaring of my pulse and the spray of water, so it takes me a second to realize my girl’s calling out for me.

“Noa?”

“Ye–” I clear my throat. “Yes?”

“Do you still think I’m beautiful?” she asks uncertainly, moving her arms to cover her belly. Her eyes flicker between my face and my pierced nipples.

“Stop,” I whisper, grabbing her hands. I look around and spot a shower gel on the corner shelf. It’s men’s, but I don’t give a damn right now. I place her hands at her sides and let go so I can grab and uncap the bottle. “Let me show you how beautiful I think you are,” I murmur, holding her tearful green gaze. I lather up the shower gel, then place my hands on her neck.

“Your skin is gorgeous,” I tell her, moving my hands over her shoulders, pushing the hair back. “These,” I say, swirling the bubbles over her breasts. “These drive me wild,” I growl. I can’t resist pinching her puckered nipples. When she gasps and clenches her thighs together, I groan savagely. This girl is turning me into a Neanderthal. I’m about to drag her to my cave by her hair. But first, I want to conquer her cave. I stifle a snort.

After gently washing her stomach, I grab her hip with one hand and slide the other over those alluring curls. “This,” I hiss, parting her with my middle finger. I put my lips against her trembling ones. “I can’t stop thinking about your pussy, Linda.” I catch her exhale with my mouth as I press my finger gently inside her warmth. My tongue invades and dominates her mouth with the same rhythm as my hand between her legs. I use my body to push her against the shower wall.

“All I think about is tasting you,” I tell her. I hold her gaze as I slowly lower myself down to my knees. Her round eyes are going to feed my fantasies until the day I die, whether it’s soon or in half a century. I run my nails through her curls, gently scratching her pubic bone. When she squirms under my touch, I use the hand at her side to press her back more firmly.

“Be a good girl,” I purr. “Spread those gorgeous thighs for me.”

Linda gasps but does as I say, hesitantly widening her stance.

“Perfect,” I praise, then use my fingers to hold her open for my gaze. When her pink clit comes out like it’s begging for my attention, I nearly come without any stimulation. Fuck, this girl is going to be the end of me. I extend my tongue, making sure she sees everything that’s about to happen, and flick it over her needy bean.

“Noa,” she gasps. One hand lands on my shoulder, the other slaps against the shower wall.

“Mmm,” I purr. “Nothing more delicious than my pretty girl.”

I swear even her pussy blushes. Either that or all the blood went south at my compliment. Either way, I’m done going slow. I bury my face in her pussy, sucking on her like I want to eat her soul through her cunt. Both of her hands are on my head now, andthere’s nothing shy about the way she pulls me in or the way she rubs herself against my face.

I dig my fingers into her soft flesh for balance and use the other hand to penetrate her with my middle finger. I’m a wild thing, licking and sucking at her core, while my finger impales her with rapid thrusts. I want to make her come all over my face.

“Noa, oh God, Noa, God, please,” she whines, her pleas making me dizzy.

Anything, anything you want, take it.

When her fingers clench around the wet strands of my hair, I know I have her. Linda comes with a pretty keening sound, followed by small sobs, sounding in time with the pulsing of her channel around my finger.

When she slides down the wall, I let her, guiding her descent. As soon as her face is level with mine, I kiss her. I know she can taste herself on my lips because she pulls back and smacks her mouth with a curious expression. I can’t help but smile at her innocence, even though I’m one touch away from combusting. When her heaving chest snags my attention, I have to close my eyes so I don’t fall on her like a savage.

“Noa?” my girl asks shyly.

“Yes?”

“Can I… do something for you?”

My blood turns electric. Does she want to…

I clear my throat before meeting her gaze. “Like?”

Flushed from either nerves, her orgasm, or the heat of the shower, she moves her lips like she’s about to start speaking a few times before finally using her voice. “I want to make you come too.”

I can’t help the moan that echoes off the shower tiles. “I came so many times thinking about you saying that to me,” I admit.

Her lips curl into a pleased smile. I love the way her confidence is starting to emerge, bit by bit. “Tell me what to do.”

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