Page 10 of Control Freak
“Oh.” I pull her closer. “Then we’re going to have alotof fun.”
Her bare flesh on mine is a warm blanket, waking me up from a seven year nap. It took having Isla’s bare flesh pressed against my own to remind me that we’re not meant to be solitary creatures. Isla’s awakened something in me that long stood dormant, and now I’m never going back.
“I like fun.” She kisses my neck, nibbling my earlobe. “And I like trying new things, too.”
My cock is aching. I want to be inside her so bad, but I also don’t want to rush things. “Have you ever fucked in the shower, Isla?” I kiss her between her full breasts. “I can’t keep my hands off your fucking body.”
Isla laughs and lets me kiss her everywhere, and I’m between her legs again before she finally responds. “No, but if that’s what you’re suggesting.” She pulls me up from between her legs. “Let’s get wet.”
The daydream of her from earlier today wedges its way into my mind. I can’t find the words, my head jumped, the anticipation coursing around me of seeing this woman soaking wet and ready for my cock. I lift her from the table but she presses against my chest.
“I can walk, Beck.” When her feet touch the ground she saunters around me, heading down the hallway. “Besides, you might like the view.”
That’s it. I’m a goner. It takes all my strength not to sprint after her. But I scurry a bit, grabbing her ass every step of the way. “Beck!” She squeals before my arms are around her waist.
“You’re going the wrong direction.” I groan into her ear. “Downstairs.”
“Really?”
“It’s bigger.”
Before she has a chance to answer, I’m leading her toward the basement door, my rock hard erection pressed into her ass the whole way.
Chapter Nine
Isla
If I thought Beck was hot with his clothes on, it’s nothing compared to his hulking naked frame as he steps into his shower. He was right, it’s massive. It has to be. Look at the size of him.
I step into the stream. “Yikes!” My shoulders rise and I take a step backward.
“Too cold?”
“Good guess.” He adjusts the temperature until I tell him it’s perfect, which is no easy task considering I’m stroking his massive girth from behind the whole time. Sex with Beck feels fun, playful. Not this big, serious, and mostly quick thing that I’m used to. Our bodies slide against each other as the water soaks us both. The smell of his spicy soap fills the air like aromatherapy. Beck takes a step back and looks at me.
“What?” I say, praying that I don’t have something hanging out of my nose. He grabs his own cock and tugs it. It turns me on in a way I can’t describe. Yet years of discomfort in my own skin is hard to shake. His sculpted and toned body is the exact opposite of mine. Where he’s hard and strong, I’m soft and tender.
“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.” He presses his weight against me until I’m backed up against the wall. “A living, breathing goddess. I swear your body is criminal, Isla.”
His words make me want to cry. Hopefully, someday I’ll learn to believe them. I’m off to a good start.
He positions me just right and slides his tip between my folds. A small moan leaves my mouth. It’s been a while, long enough to feel like it’s my first time. “Be gentle,” I say. The white noise of the stream fills the air. “At least at first.” I suck his bottom lip between my teeth. Beck visibly shudders.
He presses further into me. My leg wraps around his waist, and I pull him closer with the back of my calf against his tight ass. My head knocks the wall behind me, and in an instant Beck moves his hand to the spot so it doesn’t happen again.
“That feels so good.” I say, shocked at my own agility, the ability for us to balance and fuck like this in the shower.
“I’ve got you.” It’s like he’s reading my mind. My fingertips drive into his muscular back, the water beating down against him. Our mouths entwine and he fucks me so hard I see stars. He adjusts me ever so slightly and an explosion ignites in my core. A slow, aching tremble. A freight train already on a path that cannot be stopped.
“I’m going to come.” He grunts. His long eyelashes are dripping wet.
“Me too.” I can barely get the words out before he presses so far inside of me, touching a spot I didn’t even know existed. I release so hard my legs shake. Beck never stops kissing me and I pray to God he never will.
He helps me out of the shower and hands me a towel before wrapping himself up. It’s like deja vu from earlier, but post-coitus. I laugh at my own thoughts.
“What?”
“I just thought of how fucking bizarre this all is.” He squeezes some water from my hair, a strange and intimate gesture that warms me. “Like, had I not delivered those books...”
