Page 24 of Spooked
"Like that?" she pants, pulling off just to lick the swollen, tender head. "You want me to suck this aching, needy cock even more?"
"Yes." I croak.
She grins, wicked and wild, looking up at me as she rubs my entire length over her face and her sweet lips. Then she swallows me down again.
“Mother of…” And I’m gone.
Every muscle locks. “Ash!” I cry, suddenly pumping into her throat, fingers tightening in her hair and scrabbling at the tile. She drinks me down like she’s obsessed, milking every pulse until I’m trembling and spent.
I finally manage to pull her up and spin her around, pressing my back against the tile and her back to my chest. I slide a hand over her throat, forcing her head back.
"My turn to make you come, sexy," I growl into her ear, moving my other hand to slip between her wet folds. I groan. "You’re all swollen. Did sucking my cock make your pussy throb?"
“God, yes,” she moans, as I rub her tender flesh.
I bite down on her neck, then lick the spot. She arches her back, forcing her breasts high. I grab one and tease her nipple, while my other hand circles her clit.
She trembles under my touch. "That feels so good, Wolfe," she pants.
“Good, sweetheart. Cause I want you coming all over my hand.” I murmur against her neck, working that sweet bundle of nerves.
Water cascades over us, steam rising around our bodies as Ash moans and writhes under my fingers.
"You’re beautiful," I say, my hand caressing her breasts, her belly, her hips, as her back bows.
She makes a desperate sound, then she’s shattering with my name on her lips.
I slow my movements as she convulses against me, flexing and holding onto me and the wall.
Both of us are breathing heavily as the water continues to rain down. I've never felt so exposed and so complete.
"I'm falling in love with you," I confess against her wet hair.
She turns in my arms, facing me with those big brown eyes. "I think I’ve already fallen."
I’m…she’s….really?
I kiss her then, gathering her in my arms as we let the water consume us.
We finish showering, and dry each other with fluffy towels before dressing.
As we head downstairs, Ghost meets us in the hallway.
“Road crew just called,” he announces. “They got the bridge fixed early.”
I feel Ash stiffen beside me. "That's...good news," she says.
An awkward quiet falls. Ghost mumbles something about checking the west wing and disappears.
“I’ll have to get with the team to prepare for tomorrow’s reopening.”
She nods. “And I should probably go pack my things. Willa will be expecting me.”
“So,” I say, struggling to keep my voice even. “You're leaving.”
“I have to go visit with Willa,” she says. “But Wolfe…” She takes my hand, her fingers entwining with mine. “This isn't goodbye.”
I want to believe her. God help me, I do.
