Page 38 of Healing You
He planted little kisses over the backs of her thigh, trailing a path up, and he gave a little nip to her ass before gliding those kisses back down the other thigh. Her body ached as though she was on fire. She needed him inside of her—his finger, his tongue... anything would do at this point. “Steve,” she pleaded.
Placing both hands on either side of her ass, he licked the length of her sex once before driving his tongue deep inside of her. Her hand that had been flat against the bathroom tile, curved into a fist and with a grunt, she pounded it against the wall. His tongue continued like that, in delectable little flicks against her engorged, slick opening until the tightness became too much. It was all too much. She felt like she was going to explode, and if her quivering knees were any indication, she may not be able to stand for much longer.
Steve's hand slid to her shaking knees, as though sensing how close she was, and he stood. Keeping his hand on her clit, he guided her with his other hand to turn and face him. Yvonne's wet hair curled around her face, falling and dripping down her cheeks and into her mouth. “You're close,” he whispered, and it wasn't a question. As she spun, she heard the tearing of the condom wrapper.
Sliding his hands beneath her ass, he lifted her around his waist and she braced her feet against the sliding glass shower doors. His one arm clamped around her hips and the other braced against the wall above her.
Yvonne reached down, gripping his shaft tight in her palm and dragging her thumb across the slick tip, pumping him and sliding on the condom before positioning him at her opening. His mouth tightened as Yvonne bent her knees, lowering herself onto him. He curved his hips, driving slowly inside of her—stretching the tightness and replacing the throbbing, achy desire with a whole new sensation.
He filled her entirely, and even the slightest circling of his hips created intense explosions in her core. The arm around her waist, holding her firmly in place, shook against her body and she jerked her gaze to Steve's tight face. “You okay?” she asked.
“I'm fine. Are you?”
She nodded. “I'm perfect.” He pulled his cock, gently dragging his erection almost entirely out of her before thrusting himself slowly back inside. “Except for one thing...” she continued.
He froze, concern pinching the corners of his eyes.
Dropping her lips to his ear, she sucked his lobe into her mouth before whispering, “I need you to fuck me harder.”
His face gave no indication of a reaction other than a slight upward turn of his lips. “Don't wish for things you can't handle.” His eyes twinkled with the challenge.
“Don't promise things you can't deliver,” she threw back at him.
“You better brace those legs, baby.” And with that, he drove hard into her. Each pump hit that knot deep inside of her and that clenching need tightened, clamping his cock inside of her. The shower rained over both of them, the friction of water hitting her nipples, causing them to stay permanently pebbled. And that same water dripped between their bodies, only adding to the wetness gathering between them. Their bodies slid against each other's in beautiful waves and Yvonne threw her head back against the wall, calling out Steve's name.
“Touch yourself,” he grunted and his eyes flicked to where his hand was braced above her. “I'd do it, but—”
“Your hands are a little full,” she finished for him. Dragging her hand down her stomach, she circled a finger over her clit, and the electricity that had been buzzing through her body quickly flared to a full on electrocution. With a shiver, she bucked, spasming around his cock. She was so damn turned on that her body was flushed—the body heat, combined with the shower and the hot sex, was making her damn near feverish. Her hips circled him shamelessly and greedy for each calculated thrust.
“I'm so close,” Steve said, his mouth a mere breath away from hers, his smile both wicked and so utterly tantalizing that it made her chest tighten.
“Wait—” she pled. She was close too—so fucking close. She moved faster over her clit as his pace sped up. All the chaotic energy and emotion and intensity that they had been holding in for years with each other came to be too much to contain.
“Look at me,” he said and brushed his lips over her closed eyes. Everything in her core tightened at the rawness of his demand, pushing her closer to that edge of orgasm as he pumped himself in and out of her hard, in hurried, steady thrusts. She blinked, her eyes locking with his and with moisture dripping down his face, his skin a flushed pink, they looked even more impossibly blue.
“I'm going to—”
His groan was the most erotic thing she'd ever heard. Her sex rippled around his thrusting dick, her climax coming quick with a thready whimper. She gripped his shoulders, white-knuckled, pumping her hips against him. Searing pleasure rocked through her and her cry was interrupted by his hungry kiss. His body shivered against hers and he gently put her feet back down.
Yvonne's muscles felt flimsy and she was out of breath. She straightened her legs as he pressed kisses down her neck.
They each took their turn rinsing off beneath the now chilly stream of water before Steve bent, turning it off. Grabbing her towel off the hook, he wrapped it around her shoulders, and little by little dried her off, finishing by twisting the water gently out of her hair. He flipped the towel over her shoulders, wrapping it around her. She tucked the corner in like a towel dress in a futile attempt at modesty.
She stepped out, grabbing a clean towel from her linen closet, and handed it to him. “You hungry? I had planned on making dinner before you came over and Gatsby got sick.”
He paused from his quest in drying off, looking to her with a lifted brow. “You're going to make dinner?”
She rolled her eyes, grabbing her cell phone. “Fine, I was going to order a pizza. You in, or not?”
“Oh, I'm in.” Still completely and shamelessly nude, he grabbed her waist, tugging her against his body and planted a lingering kiss on her. “I'm so in.”
Yvonne tugged the towel tighter around her body. She didn't know if it was the sudden change in temperature... stepping out from a steamy shower onto the cold, hard tiles, but the gravity of her decision to be with Steve slammed into her. “Can you check on Gatsby for me while I put the order in?”
Steve pulled pack, keeping his hands possessively gripping her shoulders. He brushed the length of her jaw with a gentle knuckle, concern marring his stunning features. “Of course. Are you okay?”
She nodded, moving past him and into her bedroom. She was okay. She was certain of it. In fact, for the first time in years, she felt more okay than ever.
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