Page 136 of The 21-Day Boyfriend
“Mmm?”
“Worried.”
I furrow my brow, confused.
“I’m never worried when I’m with you.”
I bring him close to me and bite onto his wet lips, my tongue sliding into his hot mouth. His breath snakes its way into my throat, his hands roaming down my back so lightly and discreetly that it makes me shiver with new, unexpected emotion. I bring him under the water with me; Sean closes his eyes and lifts his face towards the shower head. I can’t resist the sight of his neck on display just for me. I press my lips against it and suck at the wet skin, biting down and making my way to his jaw. I move quickly to his mouth and bite that, too, my erection straining against his.
I take him in my hand and Sean sighs, feeling my palm against his delicate skin. He drops onto my shoulder as my hand moves, his own hand cupping my arse. He strokes me there as I feel him grow between my fingers, his own fingers massaging me with that same light touch as before.
“We need some soap.”
Sean studies me, his eyes deep and clear.
I reach out to the shower gel on the shelf and rub a generous quantity over his erection, before passing the bottle to him. Sean takes it and squeezes some down my back, then into his hands. I go back to massaging him, and Sean slips his hand down onto my arse again. I hold my breath as I feel him start to slowly massage the most sensitive part of me, as I keep rubbing his erection, pulsating in my hand.
“I don’t know if I’m ready to…”
“Me neither,” I admit.
Sean looks at me, and I smile.
“But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to feel you, or watch you come in my hand.”
His erection tightens at my words.
“Are you sure?”
“Totally sure.”
“And you want me to…?”
“Please, yes. I want you to keep touching me like that. I like the way you do it.”
Sean’s fingers start to trace circles, the pressure growing.
“Oh, God,” I groan, my hand moving quickly.
Sean lets his head drop onto my shoulder.
“Yes, yes,” I groan, begging him not to stop. I feel him push inside me and I squeeze him between my fingers. “Jesus…” I breathe in the words along with the excitement bubbling up to feel him now so close and so part of this.
He moves slowly inside me and quickens his rhythm. His erection grows in my hand, his breathing laboured.
“I want to feel you enjoying this.” My voice drops. “I want… I want…”
“Oh, Jesus,” Sean hisses through his teeth. “Oh, God, I…”
“Yes, yes…” I want him to let himself go to me, to my hand, to this thing we’re sharing; something neither of us could’ve predicted, but which is now happening between us.
Sean lets out a stifled moan, so sensual and so exciting, as he comes in my hand and onto the glass door of the shower. I move with him until the very last sigh, my mouth falling onto his the moment he turns to face me. He lets himself go to this long, deep kiss, his fingers still playing with me, his breathing heavy against my own.
“God, I enjoyed that,” he admits onto my lips.
Not as much as I enjoyed it, Mr. Quinn. And you have no idea how much I want to do it again.
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