Page 15 of Wrong Number, Right Soldier
Soapy water sluices down her hips, dizzying me.
“You’re the one who’s dirty.”
“Yes.”
She just blinks at me, then whirls around, gripping a well-placed support bar and kicking her head back so I can wash her frontside. My eyes roll back for a heartbeat. It’s very difficult, impossible, to think of anything but her tits right there, all soapy and wet.
I groan, sweeping my hands down her arms, over her stomach and bountiful chest. I lower down to my haunches tosoap up her legs, indulging selfishly in the feel of her skin and the sound she makes when she hitches a breath.
I tap her ankle, prompting her to lift one foot. I lift my gaze to her wet, plush, warm little bud. I look down to her toes, washing her gently and thoroughly.
“I have fucking dreamed of this. Every. Night.”
She tilts her head, letting the shampoo rinse away. “Me, too.”
I hold her face with both hands, she lets me, and I gaze in her eyes. “Is that so.”
Then she stands on tiptoe, and kisses me, and my whole world rolls around. She lets go.
Her soft smile ignites my desire, steadies my heart. Rights my world. God I am fucking crazy for her.
I dive back in for her lips. Addiction.Thisis addiction. My only one ever.
And I have zero regrets.
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I melt in his kiss. Trey’s big, strong hands scope through my hair, eliciting shivers that tingle every nook and cranny of my existence. I moan against his rush of affection. He growls in reply. His heated touch is all-consuming, holding me against him as his mouth brushes mine, his heavy cock pressed to the quivering apex of my thighs. I part my lips, letting his tongue delve deep and dance with my own, teasing me senseless, sparking desire for him like I haven’t felt in…never. I have never felt desire likethis.
My heart flaps like a tiny bird in its cage, set free when Trey pulls me in to deepen the kiss. All that time apart dissolves down to mere moments. As if only a day’s gone by since we were together.
He’s familiar, in a way. And at the same time,entirelynew. The way his coarse stubble grazes my cheeks. His arms, whipcord and strong, hold me close. We survey each other. I watch the water drip from each dip and bulge, over his wide chest that tapers down to washboard abs and narrow hips, where his tan line abruptly ends. I trace my fingers over every newly formed crenel and ridge. Damn, he’s worked mighty hard for this Adonis body.
Our bodies mold to one another, as we kiss, claw, and groan against the flame glowing hotter between us, hunching and grinding as we rediscover each other, and find a new rhythm.
“Trey,” I sigh against his mouth, open and hot and wet against mine. “You’re clean enough. Let’s go get in bed.”
“Mmph,” he groans softly against my cheek. “That wasalmostyour teacher voice.”
“Don’t tell me you like that,” I tease.
“I fucking love it.”
I look up at dark eyes, giving the most serious expression I can muster under his heated gaze and the spray of water and the…circumstances. “Let’s. Go.”
“Yes,ma’am—I mean, miss.” He grins, and it’s somehow the cutest, and the sexiest, all wrapped into one. “Please.”
My heart speeds. I want this man with a greedy, hungry, incessant need. Judging by his impassioned kisses and the unyielding cock jerking against my core—he wants me too. But shower sex is a pain in the ass.
I grip him by the nape of his neck. “Make love to me, Trey.”
Trey swoops me into his arms and carries me to the bedroom, unaware or unaffected by the fact we’re both sopping wet. He lowers me down and kisses me from head to toe, stopping to languish on the parts of me he is most curious of. My mouth. My throat. My breasts. Goosebumps skitter along my erogenous zones. He sweeps his tongue up along my inner thigh.He arcs his soulful gaze up toward mine, poised to wreck me with more of his pleasure. He saves my pussy for last.
I moan, breathlessly, bowing my hips up to meet his mouth, where my desire feels agonizingly concentrated. He proffers nips along my bud, his stubbled jaw chafing against my sensitive skin, then licks with the delicate softness of light chiffon. So fine in the wake of his more ravaging touch. I sigh in tandem with every stroke of his tongue up and down my bikini line and between my silken lips, until he finally admires my trembling clit. I feel my pussy drip on his mouth, my pulse intensify when he draws little circles there with his velvet tongue, setting my core on fire. When I’m close, I feel him smile, then he finds my center and delves deeper with his tongue, pistoning me as I cry out his name.
Oh, this is my new favorite way to come. All over his lips and tongue. As gently as he needs to be, he holds my hips against his mouth, inspiring me. He doesn’t stop until I’m there. Fireworks enflame my clit. Trey moans against my shuddering core, and the little vibrations pulsate toward every one of my nerve endings, rending me.Ending me.
