Page 89 of Stripped Bare

“When I saw you naked on the dock I had to admit I was impressed.”

“Because of my rock solid abs?”

She used her other hand to cup his balls. Sullivan gave a sharp inhale of breath. “Of course. Your abs, yes, but you big dick really caught my attention, I have to say.”

“Makes sense.” Sullivan’s hands had stilled on her hips, like he’d forgotten he was touching her.

Turning slightly, she adjusted the shower head so the stream wasn’t directly hitting his stomach and dick. Water droplets bounced off her shoulders as she dropped to her knees, but the water mostly spilled down her back. “I wondered if it would actually fit in my mouth.”

“There’s only one way to find out.” Sullivan placed a palm on the tile wall and the other hand entwined into her knotted hair.

He was going to make her bun fall out but she didn’t care. She didn’t care about anything but exploring his body and showing him how much she wanted him. Studying his erection she flicked her tongue across the tip, intrigued when it jumped a little. She had made that happen and that was empowering.

He was semi hard but the minute she slid her lips over him and dropped her mouth over him, she could instantly feel him swelling.

“Babe. That’s so good. Take more for me.”

Getting the feel of him in her mouth, she drew back then opened her throat so she could take him deeper. The effort was rewarded with a heavy moan from him. The shower was steamy and warm and she had never felt so emotionally safe in her life. She could do whatever she wanted, feeling her way around him, around her own desires, without any fear of criticism or judgment and that was the hottest thing ever. It excited her to be here, like this, and she was a little in awe by how much fun she was having.

Letting go of his dick, she pulled back and looked up at him, resting her palms flat on his thighs.

“You’re stunningly beautiful right now,” he said. “The water on your eyelashes, your pink lips right against my cock… feel how hard you make me.”

She did, digging her nails into the flesh of his hard thighs as she descended on him again, opening fully. It was a lot of man to take all at once. It was hard to find a rhythm but Sullivan took over, easing himself in and out of her mouth.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

It was, because he asked. She nodded.

The water hitting her back added to the heightened awareness of her body. Everything felt tight and tingly, and the ache between her thighs grew heavier, more desperate. It shocked her, but not only was she enjoying herself, she was getting off on it. He was too. He was panting and his thrusts grew faster, pistoning in and out.

Sullivan cupped both of her cheeks and tilted her head up slightly. “I want to see you.”

She gazed up the length of him from under her damp eyelashes, blinking so she could see him clearly. The way he was looking at her, with such adoration, took her breath away.

“Come here.” He pulled back entirely out of her mouth and pulled her up with his hands under her armpits. “I need you.”

Before she could even speak, he had her leg hitched up onto his thigh and he was inside her. All the air was pushed out of her lungs and her head fell back as she absorbed the length and feel of him. She had never known it could be like this. Tactile and sensual and connected. Body and mind and soul.

“Yes,” she breathed, because it was the only word that came out, her thoughts focused only on one thing, her building orgasm.

The orgasm appeared without any effort on her part. It just showed up, on time, and made it a real party. She let out a cry, holding onto Sullivan’s shoulders, wracked with pleasure. He put his hand over her mouth to muffle the loud noise she was making, yet somehow that only made it sexier. She actually drew one of his fingers into her mouth and sucked on it.

Sullivan swore and gripped her ass tightly as he exploded deep inside her. He rested his forehead on hers. “Holy shit. That’s all I have to say. Holy shit.”

She felt exactly the same way. Sullivan kissed her softly, then pulled out of her with a groan.

He went under the water, cleaning off his cock with one hand, rubbing his face and hair with the other. “When you sucked my finger, that was just poetry, babe.”

“I felt inspired,” she said, with a grin as she stepped out of the shower. Now that he wasn’t touching her, she was starting to get chilly.

She grabbed a towel off the rod and accidentally kicked a bucket filled with tub toys. “Oops. Sorry.”

“Bath and shower toys are the bane of my existence,” he said as he wiped water off of his face. “The bucket helps contain the clutter somewhat but somewhere, in a magical place called I Can’t Afford It, there exists a house with a private bathroom for us, with no plastic whales and floating tug boats.”

Edwina dried off before wrapping the towel firmly around her. “Maybe once the company sells and I get my investment back, we can buy a house.”

He turned the water off. “I have some money saved. If we could start fresh, with our place that we pick out together, that would be ideal.” He stepped out and dried his hands on her towel. He pushed her damp hair back. “I want you to feel like it’s your home.”

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