Page 20 of The One Bed Rule
Claire
IfearI’monetouch away from unraveling and nothing has even happened yet. Seth’s words wash over me, tingling my skin. The way we’ve shared control is killing me in the best way. I love that we’ve gone from me waking him up in the middle of the night, to him suggesting shower sex through a game of Scrabble.
Seth’s mouth finds my neck and he kisses and sucks. He’s gentle and I want more.
“Don’t hold back.” I whine, pushing my hips into him.
In my ear, he whispers, “You want me to leave a mark?”
“Yes.” The word is needy and fucking desperate—I’m surprised it came from me.
And then he bites the soft skin at the start of my shoulder. He sucks, making sure I get what I want, and I swear I could come from him touching me like this.
His tongue circles the spot and he bites again; this time a hand reaches up and pinches my nipple—his nails digging into the softskin. I don’t need to ask him for more because he already knows what I’m looking for.
Panting, I put my hands on the sides of his face and put a searing kiss to his mouth. Seth grabs the hair tie around my wrist, lightly pulling it off, and turning me to face the shower head.
His chin rests on my shoulder, lips almost touching my ear lobe while he turns in and says, “Tip your head back.” I do what I’m told; to my surprise, his fingers pull my hair up and away from my face. Seth tugs the hair together, wrapping the hair tie to keep it secure, and then reaches his hands in front of my body.
His fingers push into my skin, starting right underneath my chest, until they rest on my thighs. Seth draws circles with his thumbs while he uses his lips on my neck. I feel his length pressing into my ass, and I can’t help but push further into him.
When his hands move to the side of my hips and then my ass, I feel him lower behind me. A small wave of nerves hit me just as he says, “Put your hands on the wall. Bend over.”
His voice is like a jolt to my system—he’s firm but still gentle and I’m worried he could get me to do anything, which is not my normal attitude. I’m the person who loves to analyze, figure it out, determine what is the smartest decision. Meanwhile, Seth could tell me to try and do a backbend in this shower and the only thing I’d check is if there’s enough room for such a thing.
My hands find the tile and I move my hips back. When it’s not enough, his hands wrap the front of my thighs and he pulls me back even further. His lips kiss the back of my legs, soft and gentle, and it’s the contrast of the position and the sweetness of his actions.
I’m on full display—each touch of his lips, fingers, making me needier by the minute. My brain waits for the doubt to creep in, crash in around the feelings of bliss and want. But with each kiss, touch, moan from his lips, it’s nowhere to be found.
Seth’s hands stay on me but I’m missing his mouth–the way he tastes me. I’m trying to look behind me, but it’s not really possible. And then his tongue laps at my entrance. The sound that bubbles from my chest is full and desperate.
“Soaked. Just like I hoped,” he groans between licks, twirling his tongue.
The flutters in my belly are quick and leave behind an ache. Seth teases me by taking his tongue and mouth away before bringing it back, touching me differently than before. His hands roam and I love how it makes me feel—he moans like he wants me.
He circles my entrance with his mouth before inserting a finger. And then another. He pumps slowly and it keeps pushing me closer to the break I need.
But then he’s gone. Looking to my right, he’s sitting on the bench, his dick hard. When he wraps his hand around himself, stroking, my mouth waters, thinking about having him last night.
“On my lap.” He pats his thighs, spreading them further apart.
I’m standing in front of him when he suddenly tells me, “Turn around.”
Soaking in the direction, I turn until my ass is back to him. Seth’s hands find my hips and he slowly pulls me to him until he’s just touching my entrance.
Oh. This position isn’t what I expected.
I take a slow, deep breath and mentally prepare. The soreness from last night sparks for a few seconds but it’s not enough to stop me from going through with what’s next.
“Breathe through it, baby,” Seth coaxes, and I close my eyes, slowly taking him inch by inch. He stretches me and the hurt from last night’s events has me biting my lip and wanting to rub my clit. I want all of it.
“Up,” Seth demands.
I stand up, him slipping out of me, my wetness making it easy.
“Back down,” he says just as he’s out of me.
The second time is easier, my muscles making room for what they can.
