Page 57 of Dublin Charmer
“Och, don’t worry about that.” As much as I love kissing her, the woman wants to be fucked. Gripping her by the hips, I turn her away and run my hand down the bumps of her spine. “Brace your palms against the tile, luv.”
She does what I tell her without question and my cock bobs in appreciation.
Reaching around her hip, I finger her, guiding my cock home.
“Prepare to be properly fucked.”
A groan tears from my throat as I thrust forward and her heat envelopes me. She gasps, pressing against the tiles, her shoulders flexing as my hips piston forward and back. Fuck, she’s tight and greedy. Every time I rail her, I have to fight not to lose my mind.
The water makes our bodies slick, our movements fluid. I grip her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I drive into her, again and again. She meets each thrust, her body moving in perfect sync with mine.
I reach up, detaching the showerhead from its holder. A backward glance has her looking at me, a question in her eyes. “I’ve got some right powerful jet settings, luv. Let’s see which one is your favorite, shall we?”
As I turn the dial, the settings cycle through, and I choose one that has the water pulsing out in a concentrated stream. Reaching around her, I direct it between her legs and hold the spray over her clit.
She jolts in my arms and gasps. “Oh!”
I hold her steady, my arm wrapped around her waist as I continue to thrust into her from behind while the spray of the nozzle works her sensitive flesh.
By the tightening of her inner muscles clenched around me, I know she’s close.
I want to kiss her, but she’s got her arms braced against the tile wall and her head hanging forward as she pants out her pleasure. My mouth moves over the smooth plane of her shoulder blade, nipping my way up toward her collarbone.
She tastes so fucking good.
“Oh god, don’t stop,” she gasps, grinding back against my thrusts as I fuck her, the showerhead firmly pulsing against her clit.
My balls are tight, my release building at the base of my spine.
“Finn! Fuck me!”
The air is filled with the slapping of flesh as my hips slam against the curves of her ass. I fuck her hard and fast. My heart is pounding in my chest, and the heat of the shower is making me a little lightheaded.
Or maybe that’s the exquisite torture of her pussy gripping my cock.
When her orgasm hits, she cries out my name and shatters. The greedy pull of her insides tips me past my control.
My hips lock, and my teeth clamp together, biting her shoulder.
It’s raw and primal, pleasure tearing through me as my release jets free, deep inside her. Releasing her shoulder, I tilt my head back and my ragged breath tears out of my throat.
I can’t get enough of her.
Can’t get deep enough inside of her.
This woman has the power to ruin me.
We stand there for a long moment, our bodies still joined, the water pouring over us as we catch our breath. Her shoulder is welted red where I bit her and I press a gentle kiss against her skin. “Fuck. I’ve never bitten anyone before. Are you all right?”
She flashes me a sassy smile over her shoulder and laughs. “It’s a first for me too, but no complaints. That was off the hook.”
Aye, it was. And it was more than just lust, more than just desire. There’s something about this woman that possesses me.
Eventually, we ease apart, and I realize how spent my leg muscles are. That was one hell of a workout. I turn off the shower, the sudden silence echoing around us. The towel I grab when I step out is warm from the heated bar, and I wrap it around her.
She groans her appreciation and smiles at me, her blue gaze soft, her cheeks flushed.
I dry off quickly, wrapping a towel around my waist as I follow her back into the bedroom. She’s sitting on the bed, her towel tucked around her, her hair a damp mess of tangles. She looks beautiful. Content.
