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“I thought you were resting?”

“While you’re in here all naked and wet?” She slides her slick body against mine and wraps her hand around my cock.

“Damn it, Kate.” Her hand gives enough pressure to make me see stars. I brace my weight against the wall and the water sluices over us both. I swear again when she strokes twice and drops to her knees.

My Kate. Mine. It doesn’t matter where she came from or what troubles lay in her past, together we can face anything.

When her mouth closes around my cock, I lose all coherent thought and surrender to this wonderfully wicked woman.

Chapter Nineteen

Katherine

Hot water runs over me as I take him in my mouth. I’m not a fan of oral. Maybe it’s because I never had a partner I trusted to give me what I needed or trusted my own abilities to reciprocate.

Arthur makes me feel like a goddess. He worships my body. My insecurities faded the moment he kissed me, and then disappeared when I saw the look of hunger on his face in the bedroom. Emboldened, I teased him, pushing him to the bounds of his restraint. I fucking loved every moment.

He let me take control. This is the first time I was able to tell a partner what I needed. While Arthur knows what he wants and how he wants it, he gave me the reins and let me take control. When he disappeared into the bathroom and I heard the shower running, it drew me like a siren’s call.

I wanted him, even after he made me come. Twice. I’ve never even been able to bring myself relief like he did. He knew exactly what my body needed.

My tongue strokes the length of his cock and it pulses against my lips. I know exactly what he needs, and I’m more than happy to give it to him. His balls rest in my right hand while the left encircles his shaft teasing the head of his cock.

“Kate.” He groans and his legs tremble. “Deeper, sweetheart.” He gasps when I slide him in as far as I can. “Good girl.”

His praise emboldens me. I quicken my pace alternating pressure with my hand and my mouth. His hips rock back and forth almost until he’s fucking my mouth gently. I intensify my efforts and am rewarded with a whimper.

Water runs over my face. I close my eyes and focus only on pleasing him. After his magnificent tongue brought me a toe-curling orgasm, I want to give him a gift of my own.

“Damn, sweetheart, I’m going to come. If you...”

I quicken my pace determined to swallow every last drop. He tries to pull away, but I grip him tighter.

Arthur’s groan echoes off the tiles mingling with the steam from the shower. His cum coats my tongue. I swallow quickly, gently working the length of him to wring his body into submission. He trembles beneath my touch.

Pride suffuses me. I rise to my feet and he pulls me under the spray holding me against him, his face buried against my throat. He rocks me gently until he regains his senses.

“That was amazing.” He kisses me deeply. “You’re amazing.”

There’s no shame, no disappointment, no judgement between us. Nothing but pure satisfaction.

He shakes free from his thoughts and smiles. “I’ll let you rinse off.”

“Okay.”

When he steps from the shower, uncertainty consumes me. I like having him near me, but I know there are still things unspoken between us we need to address if we’re going to make this relationship work. Like the truth of where I come from.

He wraps a towel around himself and leaves me alone in the bathroom. I take the moment of peace to wash quickly and put some conditioner in my hair to keep it from looking like a poufy disaster. Once I reach a semblance of cleanliness, I dry off and wrap the towel around my body and another around my hair.

Arthur isn’t in the bedroom. I hear noise in the living room, so I peek out the door. He’s in the kitchen sorting through the cabinets.

“Looking for something?” I walk in the room blotting my hair dry.

“Food.” The towel hangs low on his hips. One tug and I could have it around his feet.

“There’s some leftovers from the other night in the fridge.” I walk past him, trailing my fingertips over his lower back. I bend at the waist when I reach into the fridge to pull out the containers.

“We could order take out.” His voice echoes behind me.

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