Page 108 of Frosting and Flames

Hissing in a breath, I turn her around to rinse her hair, the barely there smirk on her lips indicating she knows exactly what she’s doing. If she wants to play, I’m more than willing, though.

Moving her back against me, I grab the shower gel and squeeze some into my palm, then bring my hands to her breasts, sudsing her up.

She lets out a half-laugh, half-moan. “That’s where you’re starting?”

I move my hands and she grabs them, bringing them back where they were. “I didn’t say stop.”

Grinning, I kiss the side of her neck, watching as I fondle her. Her breathing picks up, pushing her chest further into my hands, and as I flick the tips of her nipples, she squirms against me. My cock is wedged against her back, slippery against her spray-soaked skin, but I don’t move away this time, letting her arch into me.

By now, all the soap is long gone, and I snake a hand down further to her slit.

“Are you wet for me?”

“Uh huh,” she breathes, bringing her hands up to lock behind my neck.

I enter her with one finger, discovering she’s telling the truth, then slide another finger in, pumping in and out. My other hand matches the tempo, gently shaping one breast, then the other.

She groans, her nails scratching the nape of my neck, and rubs her ass against me. Ah, fuck, that feels good.

I love watching her gradually lose control as I work her up, the bathroom getting even steamier. Her hips jerk against my hand, her nails digging in. A part of me wants to tell her to dig harder, to leave a mark. To lay her claim on me. I want everyone to see I’m hers.

“You like that?” I growl in her ear, increasing the rhythm. “When I fuck you with my fingers?”

She nods, almost frantically.

“You ready for me to fuck you for real tonight?”

“Yes. Oh my God, yes.”

There’s excitement in her voice, and it ramps up my own desire.

“I can’t wait to be inside you,” I confess. I drag my lips over her neck, tempted to suck, to leave my mark on her, too. “To fuck this perfect pussy.”

I’ve never been this explicit, but with the way she gets me going, it feels natural. Especially because she’s right there with me, matching my energy.

“Take me rough,” she pleads, sliding her ass further against me.

“Anything you want.”

This is dangerous with how slippery we are. How easy it would be to—

She gasps, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she comes.

I wrap an arm around her waist to support her, murmuring, “That’s my girl,” as she continues to ride my fingers.

When she’s finished, she slumps against me for a moment before turning to face me. Her hand immediately goes to my cock, encircling me tightly and pumping up and down.

As much as I love it, I stay her hand, pressing my forehead to hers. “With the way you’ve already worked me up, I’m afraid I’m not going to last long. And I really want to come inside you.”

She nods and kisses me, then shuts the water off and opens the shower door. I love seeing her enthusiasm, that she’s as eager for it as I am.

We barely dry off, droplets still on our skin as I carry her back to the bedroom and lay her on top of the comforter, then get a condom out of my nightstand and roll it on.

She turns her head to watch me, biting at her bottom lip with anticipation on her face, and as I approach, she parts her thighs for me, her pussy lips swollen with arousal. God, that’s fucking hot.

“You ready to take me?” I ask, positioning myself between her legs.

“Please,” she says, reaching for me.

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