Page 46 of Squatch Out!
Taking a step back, I should let her shower in peace, but then she lets out a soft, throaty moan as she drags the soapy cloth across her breasts. My mouth goes dry and I imagine how the rough cloth must feel against her sensitive nipples. They are probably beaded to tight tips, and my mouth waters to taste them again.
She slowly drags it down her stomach and her breath hitches when she dips the cloth lower and lower... untilholy shit, she sweeps it between her legs.
The way her low moans mingle with the sound of the water has my cock pressing against my zipper, begging me to go in there and help her out. I can’t see details through the foggy glass, but I can tell she’s leaning back against the tile, with one hand cupping a breast, while the other works the cloth between her legs.
“Mmm,” she hums. Her head falls back, showing the long column of her throat. Then suddenly the cloth drops with a splat to the ground, but her fingers are still working between her legs. “Oh, mmm, that’s so good.” Her breath hitches with a whimper. “Sean, please.”
The sound of my name as her hips buck against her fingers is all the invitation I need.
I have the presence of mind to toe off my shoes, but that’s all as I reach for the glass door and step inside. Fully dressed.
Her eyes snap open, and a breathy giggle floats through the space as she keeps working her fingers back and forth across her clit.
“You’re not going to undress?” she asks just before I drop to my knees before her. Gently, I curl my fingers around her wrist and pull her hand away so I can suck the sweet pussy juices from her fingers. “Oh, holy shit, that’s hot.”
Twirling my tongue, I make sure to get every delicious drop before I slide my hands up her thighs to grip her hips. “Lift your leg for me, baby.”
She does, and I drape it over my shoulder, opening her up for me. “Good girl,” I rumble, feasting my eyes on her glistening slit. “Now I’m going to clean up this mess you made.”
The leg she’s standing on threatens to give out, but I’ve got her. Tipping my chin up, I press my mouth against her dripping center. Licking and nibbling, making sure to taste every inch before turning my attention to her clit. I tease tight circles with the tip of my tongue until her breaths are coming in shallowpants and her fingers are gripping my hair. I build her up and then back away. Edging her until her orgasm crashes into her and my name echoes through the bathroom as she drenches my face with her cum.
Leaning back, I lick her sweet taste from my lips. Her warm brown eyes are heavy-lidded and glazed as I slide her leg from my shoulder and make sure she’s got her balance before I pull my soaking shirt over my head, followed by my jeans. I kick them into a soggy pile in the corner before I’m crowding her against the wall.
“Can you take me again?” I ask, reaching up to gently brush my thumb across the smooth skin of her cheek. This close, under the bright lights, I notice a light smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose, and I add them to the long list of things about her that I’m quickly falling in love with.
Her lips flush a dark pink when she nods.
That’s all the consent I need. I grab behind her knees and lift her off her feet so her legs are hitched around my hips. “Touch me. I want to feel your hand wrapped around me,” I say, then almost lose it when she reaches between us. Her palm is warm and wet from the shower, and her grip isperfectwhen she wraps her fingers around my thick length.“Just like that. Now. Guide me home, baby.”
Olivia rolls her hips as she notches the tip of my cock at her entrance. She’s so wet for me that I slide in with ease.
“Sean, you feel so good,” she whispers as she circles my neck with her arms. My knees threaten to buckle as she makes the sexiest sounds against my ear.
“So do you, baby.” My voice is hoarse as I press her back to the tile, fucking her with long, deep strokes. Her body grips me tight, like we were custom-made for each other. “I swear, every time is like the first time with you.”
Olivia digs her nails into my shoulders and hooks her ankles at the small of my back so she can rock her hips in time with my thrusts. “Same—I feel… it’s never been this good before.”
I capture her lips, slanting my mouth over hers as she meets every stroke and slide of my lips and tongue. I want to drag this out. I want it to last forever. But this woman is too perfect, she destroys my self-control every time I get inside her.
“Sean—” Her breath catches as her pussy tightens around me. It’s a tell, I’m learning, that she’s close. “Come with me,” she begs.
“Always,” I whisper against her lips.
Widening my stance, I thrust harder, working myself as deep as I can get. Her head falls back against the tile with a choked sob, and then it happens. My balls draw up tight as her pussy clamps down around me, and we come together. It’s something I’ve never experienced before, and I know I’m going to be addicted to it from now on.
Which means I gotta figure out a way to make her stay.
CHAPTER TWENTY
OLIVIA
Sean’s sitting with his back to the headboard, his eyes are dark with lust and locked with mine. I have my arms draped over his shoulders, my fingers carding through his silky-soft hair, toying with the short strands at the base of his neck while I roll my hips up and down his cock while he grips my ass. His fingertips dig into my soft flesh, as he sets the pace.
His eyes drop to my chest, where he watches my breasts bounce and sway. Suddenly, a thought comes to me. One that makes my cheeks heat. It’s such a naughty thought, and it has my hips rocking faster and harder the more I think of it.
“Hmm, what just happened, baby?” Sean’s lips quirk up, and his hands tighten on my hips as he urges me to rock up and down faster. “What are you thinking about that got you so hot all of a sudden?”
I don’t really want to tell him, but I can’t seem to keep anything from him either.
