Page 49 of The Third Girl

“Don’t hide from me, baby.” I skim my hands down over the curve of her lower back, then dip my fingers under the fabric of her joggers. A low groan rumbles from my chest as I push them off the swell of her ass, along with her underwear. Leaving my hands on her, the clothing falls, and she frees her legs from it. “I’ve wanted to have my hands on you again so fuckin’ bad,” I groan, squeezing her cheeks, ripe like peaches, beneath my palms.

She smiles up at me. “Have you?”

“Oh, yes.”

“And you really don’t mind…?” Her gaze drops.

I touch a finger to her chin so she meets my gaze again. “Nope. You never have to worry about that. Come on. Into the shower.” I let her step in first, and she backs under the water, tipping her head to let the water run over it. She rubs her hands over her face before she sends them up over the top of her head. The way her tits lift while her hands fuss with her hair is a sight to behold. I’d watch her all damn day if I were allowed.

She opens her eyes and stares into mine, the come-hither look clear in them. I join her inside the tiled shower stall, immediately going for a bottle of shower gel, then wink at her while I squeeze a bit into my hand and rub my hands together before smoothing the suds over her shoulders and watching them slide soapy paths down her breasts. Bubbles catch on her nipples. I skim my hands down over them, then around to her sides, learning her shape as they travel south. They stop at her hips, my fingers pressing into her soft skin.

Skylar’s hands come up, cupping her breasts and sliding her hands through the bubbles. Her hot gaze locks on mine, and she brings her slick hands into contact with my stomach. Her lip catches between her teeth as she slides her fingertips along each dip and over every individual ridge of muscle. “My mind is having trouble keeping up with this.”

My breath hitches, worry setting in. “Are you saying it’s too much? Too soon?”

“No. I’m saying I can’t believe this is happening.” She hesitates, wetting her lips. “That you actually want me the way I want you.”

A striking jolt of heat smokes its way down my spine, and I can’t resist her lips or the feel of her body touching mine. Belting an arm around her waist, I drag her so close there’s no space between us. “I definitely want you. Every part of you.” Our skin is slippery, and I moan a bit as I capture her mouth with mine again, sucking her lip before plunging my tongue inside.

My voice husky, I whisper, “Did you know orgasms can help relieve cramps?”

She looks up at me, her nose wrinkling. “What?” She gasps aloud as I spin her around, bringing her back to my front.

“Let me show you.” My hands glide over her wet body, touching her everywhere I can reach as I suck on the skin at her neck. “You’re so goddamn beautiful,” I mutter, slipping my hand downward through the red curls at the juncture of her smooth thighs. My fingers probe, easily finding her clit. At the first touch, she lets out a low whimper. One of my hands massages her breasts and the other works the bundle of nerves, whipping her into a frenzy. Her feet are barely on the bottom of the shower stall, so tightly am I holding her against my body.

Each breath drops harshly from between her lips, and she arches her back, angling her neck to look up at me. My lips and teeth nip and nibble her jaw. “How’s that feel?”

She’s trembling hard, and I’m pretty sure she’s about to lose it, but I want nothing more than to hear the words from her. She blinks, looking at me from under hooded eyes. “Good. So good.” She reaches up, grasping the back of my neck with both hands. Her hips move frantically in time with my fingers as she chases her release. The moans I’m tearing from her echo off the shower walls, and they’re becoming more and more frequent in nature.

“You’re so beautiful, Sky. Let go for me.”

She lets out a choked cry, and I continue to move my fingers over her clit, slowly now, as her hips roll and she pants through the orgasm I’m wrenching from her.

I kiss her temple and turn her around, holding her by the upper arms because she seems weak in the knees. Her breaths are ragged as she clutches my waist with her hands and rests her forehead against my chest.

“Feel good?”

“Yes. Better than good.” She swallows hard, then presses her lips to my chest.

I run my hands up and down her back, trying to calm the need surging through my veins, hot and thick. I drop my lips to her head, pressing a kiss there.

“Matt?” Skylar’s back expands with the deep breath she takes. “I want you to feel good, too.” Without waiting for my response, she grasps my dick at the base in one of her hands, and slowly slides her palm all the way to the crown where she stops to collect the moisture at the tip, then slides back to where she started. “You’re beautiful, too. You know that, right?”

Before I can blink or answer, she sinks to her knees in front of me, which puts my cock level with her mouth. Her fingernails scrape up the fronts of my thighs, causing my breath to become labored.Fuck.“Skylar. Put your mouth on me.”

A tiny smirk ticks at the corner of her mouth, and she leans in, swiping her pink tongue over the head of my cock before drawing it into her mouth to suck lightly. She puts a hand around my erection again, slowly stroking as she swirls her tongue around and around, then lets me go with a wet pop. She looks up at me, a devilish gleam in her eye, then flattens her tongue and drags it along the underside.

Pleasure the likes of which I haven’t felt in a long time slams into me. The sight of her taking my cock like this, well, it’s a mindfuck. And Skylar? It seems she’s enjoying herself. I’m like putty in her hands, completely willing to bend to her every whim or desire.

I reach out, smoothing my hand over the top of her head as she takes me into her mouth again. She moans as I fill it up. “Fuck, yes,” I breathe out. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks, and her tongue flicks along my dick. Slowly, she begins to slide me in and out of her mouth. My pulse quickens, and I’m close to overload. “Fuuuck,” I growl, the sound vibrating in the back of my throat. I swear, my eyes are going to cross any second here, the feel of my dick in her warm, wet mouth is more than I was prepared for. I know this can’t last too much longer. Semi-unintelligible sounds fall from my lips, and I can’t stop myself from thrusting into her mouth.

She looks up at me, tears pooling at the corners of her eyes. My cock grazes the back of her throat, and from the jerking of her chest, I can tell she’s struggling.

“Do you want to stop?” The words coming from my mouth are in direct opposition to what I want.

Her brow furrows, and she takes my balls in her free hand, tugging on them in a way that has pleasure rioting within me. I thrust twice more before I come in her mouth, shuddering as the orgasm rocks me so hard, I’m concerned I might pass out.

After a few moments, Skylar releases my cock and sits back on her heels. Fuck, she looks so perfect sitting there at my feet. Bending down to help her up, I swipe the tears away with my thumbs. “You okay?”

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