Page 77 of Until the Storm Breaks
“You know what I need,” she says, and there’s that cheeky tone that drives me crazy. “Don’t make me beg.”
“Maybe I like it when you beg.” I drop to my knees, looking up at her. She’s flushed pink from the hot water and arousal, lips parted, watching me with her eyes gone dark with want.
“Calvin,” she says, and now she is begging, just a little. “Please.”
Fuck, she’s beautiful like this. Water running down her body, practically vibrating with need. I hook one of her legs over my shoulder, using my strength to hold her steady, making sure she’s secure against the wall. My arm wraps around her thigh, keeping her anchored, letting her know I’ve got her completely.
“Oh fuck,” she cries out when I lean in to taste her, her hands immediately tangling in my hair, pulling.
She tastes perfect, sounds perfect, and I’m addicted to the way she responds. I hold her firmly against the wall, making sure she can’t slip, can’t fall, can only focus on what I’m doing to her.
The sounds she makes, the way she pulls my hair, the way her thigh trembles against my shoulder despite my grip holding her steady—it’s driving me fucking crazy. My free hand grips her hip, keeping her exactly where I want her.
“Calvin, please, I’m so close,” she gasps, her hips trying to rock against my face but my hold keeps her still. “Don’t stop, don’t—oh god, right there.”
I double my efforts, and within moments she’s coming, crying out as her whole body shudders. I stay with her through it, holding her up as her legs shake, then slowly lower her leg and stand, pulling her against me.
“Holy shit,” she pants against my chest, laughing a little. “You’re really good at that.”
“I aim to please,” I say, standing back up to kiss her.
“So formal. Even in the shower.” She reaches between us, wrapping her hand around me where I’m hard and aching. “My turn to return the favor.”
The first touch of her hand nearly makes me lose it right there. She strokes me slowly, teasingly, and I groan against her shoulder.
“Someone’s worked up,” she teases, twisting her wrist in a way that makes me see stars.
“You just came all over my tongue,” I manage. “What did you expect?”
She drops to her knees and takes me in her mouth before I can respond. I have to brace both hands against the tile to keep from buckling. Water runs down her shoulders as she looks up at me, eyes somehow both innocent and wicked. The sight of her like this is going to be permanently burned into my brain.
“Fuck, Maren.” My hand tangles in her wet hair, gripping just firm enough to guide her rhythm. “You look so good like this. So fucking good with my cock in your mouth.”
She pulls back, swirls her tongue around the tip, then takes me deep again. Her tongue does something on the undersidethat makes me see stars. She’s enjoying this, the power she has, the way she can make me lose control.
“Fuck,” I breathe, thrusting forward into her mouth.
She hums approval, nails digging into my hips, urging me on. We find a rhythm together, and the sight of her looking up with such heat, such satisfaction at what she’s doing to me—it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” I tell her.
She moans at my words, takes me deeper, and I have to fight not to lose it right there. My thrusts get less controlled, and she encourages every movement, pulling me in, showing me she wants it.
“I’m close,” I warn. “Maren, I’m going to...”
She doubles her efforts, but I need to be inside her. I pull out, the loss making me groan, and spin her forcefully to face the wall. “Hands on the wall,” I say. “I need to be inside you right now.”
“Bossy,” she says, breathless and grinning, but she’s already bracing herself, looking back at me over her shoulder with a smile that’s pure sin. “I like it.”
Water streams down her back, over the perfect curve of her ass, and she wiggles her hips just a little, teasing.
I run my hands over her hips, down her thighs, back up to cup her breasts from behind. She pushes back against me, impatient, and when I finally line myself up and push in slowly, we both groan at the sensation.
“Fuck,” I breathe against her shoulder. “You feel so good. So fucking perfect.”
She’s tight and hot around me, still swollen from coming on my tongue earlier, and from this angle, I’m deep, so deep I can feel everything. Every flutter, every pulse, every tiny movement she makes. I start moving, slow at first, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in, wanting to savor this, wanting to make it last.
“More,” she demands, pushing back against me. “Calvin, please. I won’t break.”
