Page 67 of Savage Roses

We eventually give up our lazy afternoon in bed for a long shower, clouding with hot steam. Not that we behave ourselves any better or that our hands are on each other any less—we don’t and they’re not.

My mouth stretches into a grin as Delphine loops her arms around my neck and decides she’s going to tease the hell out of me. She kisses her way up my neck and jaw and ends with my lips, kissing away the grin that’s just formed.

We’re wet and slick, our naked bodies covered in suds. The air smells of the clean notes from the soap we’ve used; the bottle describes it as bergamot and amber. But I’m much more interested in the natural scent of Delphine’s skin—even now I can pick it up, separate every other scent like some sort of hound dog.

Some kind of pheromone that I’m wired to love.

My hands slide along her bare, curvy hips and draw her closer against me. A groan tumbles out of me by accident when my dick brushes her thigh.

Delphine’s teeth catch my bottom lip and she tugs, so fucking sexy and naughty. Her hand reaches down and closes around my dick.

Her soft, sensuous grip applies just the right amount of pressure.

All while she kisses me. Her lips return to my neck and she sucks at my skin like we’re teenagers again. I taught her how so many years ago—always a fast learner, she was always excellent. One of the best, considering I was her only practice.

She’s going faster, stroking me up and down. Her grip firmer.

My eyes shut as my breath sputters out. “Phi… fuck, I’m going to come.”

“Then do it. Come for me,” she whispers. “Right on my tongue.”

She lets go and drops to her knees, wasting no time resuming her efforts. She sucks me into her mouth and bobs up and down. I’m so thrown by how fast this has gone down that I can’t even fight how fucking turned on I am—how sexy she looks on her knees in the shower, her warm brown eyes on mine, her mouth stuffed with my cock. Naked and on display, her normally fluffy curls so drenched, they’re stretched and flat along her shoulders.

My cock jerks and fulfills her request. My release spills onto her tongue. She swallows most of it, only a few droplets escaping.

“Mmm,” she moans, sucking my head.

I groan when I notice her hand’s even snuck between her legs. At this rate, we might never make it to the other activities I have planned for the rest of our special evening.

“The bench.”

An order that’s simple, straight, and to the point.

I hold her hand, helping her up. The glass shower box in the ensuite bathroom is huge enough that water has barely reached the other end where the bench is situated. Delphine braces herself carefully on her hands and knees and I drive into her from behind, serving as her anchor, steady and solid, keeping her secure in place.

I’m buried deep enough in her pulsing tight heat that another pleasured groan leaves me. Her body trembles beneath mine and her spine arches. Her ass pushes back against me, and I grip her hips harder and pump into her at an instantly relentless, impatient pace.

I fuck Delphine so damn good, she keens for five minutes straight. I laugh after the fact at how much she sounds like a kitten.

We finish our shower, still high off orgasms. Our bodies are so sensitive even the hot caress from the water makes us shudder more than it should. We towel off and begin getting ready for the evening.

I’m done long before she is. Between hair stuff and other women things, she’s got her hands full. I wait on the bed, entertaining myself by taunting Salt and Pepa with their favorite mouse on a wand.

Finally, in my periphery, Delphine appears in the white dress I’ve picked out for the evening.

I glance.

And then I glance again.

I stop and Istare.

She emerges in the doorway, her slim curves poured into the satiny white dress I’ve chosen for her. The delicate fabric fits just right, cinching at the waist and pulling slightly at the flare of her pear-shaped hips and round, ample backside.

When the light catches the satin at the right angle, it sheens. So does her brown skin—it’s dewy and radiant as she smiles at me, and her warm dark eyes meet mine, her zigzag curls framing her beautiful face.

A goddess in the flesh.

The hairs on the back of my neck rise as I’m struck by a jolt of invisible electricity straight down my spine.

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