Page 141 of Say Yes to the Nemesis
“Jesus, Wren.”
“Too much?”
“Not enough.”
Her hand moves in slow strokes, her thumb brushing over the head. I have to brace myself against the shower wall to stay upright.
“You said you could go more than one round,” she says.
“I can.”
“Prove it.”
Her hand moves faster now, more confident. I’m lost. The heat, the steam, the feel of her touching me like she owns me. I come hard, spilling over her fingers with a groan that echoes off the tile walls.
I laugh, but inside, I feel a little unraveled. Like I gave her something I didn’t know I was holding onto.
“Five seconds was generous,” she says with a smirk.
“Smart ass.”
But I’m already recovering, already reaching for her. I lift her against the wall, the cool tile against her back making her gasp. My mouth finds her throat, her collarbone, working my way down.
“Ryan…”
“Say my name again.”
“Ryan.”
“Again.”
“Ryan, please.”
My hands slide between her thighs, finding her already wet and ready. She cries out when I touch her clit, her head falling back against the wall.
“That’s it,” I murmur against her skin. “Let me hear you.”
I work her with my fingers, my mouth on her breast, until she’s shaking and begging and saying my name over and over. When she comes, it’s with a cry that goes straight to my cock.
“I need to be inside you,” I tell her.
“Yes.”
I lift her higher, lining myself up at her entrance. She’s so wet, so ready. When I push inside her, we both groan at the sensation.
“Fuck,” I breathe. “You feel incredible.”
I start moving, hard and fast, the sound of skin slapping against skin mixing with the rush of water. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. I lose myself in the heat and tightness of her.
“Wait,” I pant, suddenly remembering. “Condom.”
“I’m on birth control,” she gasps. “Have been for years. I’m religious about it.”
I should stop. Should do the responsible thing. But she’s here, wrapped around me like a prayer. For once in my life, I want to believe in something without backup plans.
I know her well enough to trust that completely. Have known her long enough to know she’s careful about things that matter. So I don’t pull out. Instead I fuck her harder, deeper, until she’s coming again with my name on her lips.
I’m not just fucking her. I’m letting her see me. All of me. It scares the shit out of me.
