Page 125 of Girls Will Be Girls
His hands move down my waist onto my hips, squeezing his fingers into me, pushing me harder onto him. I can feel him hard as a rock underneath me as I move my hips with the slightest sway.
His teeth nip at my collarbone, his tongue tasting the same spot, before he lowers to suck on my peaked nipples. One by one.
I wrap my hands around his neck and tug at his hair.
“We probably shouldn’t have actual sex in here,” I say. “That can’t be sanitary.”
“Doesn’t mean we can’t get started.” He kisses me, his hand now behind my neck, pulling me to him.
His other hand moves my hips against him, and I follow the rhythm and pace he sets as he pushes into me from below. I love how he takes control, uses my body for both of us. That he knows exactly what he wants and takes it, but still makes sure I get exactly what I want.
He’s rough, but so controlled.
I pull myself closer so there’s no more space left between us as I roll my hips even harder against him. He groans as I kiss him, his other hand slipping under my bikini and grabbing ontomy ass. His short nails dig in enough to make me moan as he slams me into him as hard as he can underwater.
My skin is met with a cold brush of air, sending goosebumps up my spine when Lou lifts me out of the water with my legs still wrapped around him. He walks us over to his side of the lodge without his lips ever leaving mine. Water droplets scatter the floor as he traipses through the living room all the way to the bathroom.
He places me down on the bathmat, hand on my waist as he leans over me to turn the shower on. With the water warming, he squeezes one of my exposed breasts roughly and then unties my bikini top, dropping it unceremoniously onto the floor with a wet slap. I giggle at the sound as he pulls the strings on my bikini bottoms, them landing on top. I can feel his smile against my skin where he’s kissing a trail down to my breasts. I pull at the strings on his shorts, then try to shimmy them off of him, but they get caught on his wet skin.
As we both laugh, he kicks them off, grabs a condom from a drawer, and ushers me into the spray.
He wastes no time suiting up and lifting me back around his waist. With a few strokes to spread my wetness over me and on him, he’s already pushing inside of me. My head rests on the wall behind me as the shower coats his back in water, spraying at me with every thrust.
While one hand holds me up, his other moves to the space between us, circling his fingers where I need him, I pulse once, eliciting a groan from both of us.
He grabs the showerhead and holds it where his fingers just were, and I mentally thank modern technology for good water pressure.
My hips buck at him as he pounds me into the wall. His breathing and moans becoming more erratic by the second.
I feel myself pulse again, and when he moves the shower head to meet it, I come undone.
My moans of pleasure echo around the shower walls, and I decide that Lou has officially ruined any chance I had at ever choosing anyone but him again. I can never go back to sex without him. I can never be with anyone else, knowing how amazing, caring, and unbelievably good at making me come he is.
He hooks the shower back up on the wall and thrusts into me a few more times while I ride my aftershock. He doesn’t last long until he’s tipping over the other side to meet me.
When he kisses me under the spray of water, it feels as monumental as a kiss in the rain in a movie. I cling to him and let the warmth spread through me when I think about us. Think about him.
Then, when we actually shower together and have a suds fight, I can’t help but think thathe’s mine.
When he wraps me in a towel, I think,he’s mine.
When he pulls one of his clean shirts over me,he’s mine.
When he brings me a glass of water,mine.
When he pulls me onto him under the covers,mine.
When he says, “Goodnight, baby girl.”, I think,I’m his.
“You’re still sure you want to come?”
“Yes, I’m sure,” I say.
“Suresure?” Lou asks as he opens the passenger side door of his car.
I roll my eyes and get in, ignoring him.
“You’re sexy when you roll your eyes at me.” He says as he gets into the driver’s seat.
