Page 24 of Relentless Surrender

Placing his hands behind her back, he scooped her up. Her legs wrapped tightly around his trim waist, Conner carried into the bathroom, already filled with steam from the hot water. Placing Sage on her feet, he pushed down on the waist of his jeans.

She watched as the denim pooled at his feet. His thick shaft springing free. Powerful. Forceful. All for her.

His large hands cupped her jaw, tilting her head back. Piercing blue eyes searched her own.

“Baby, are you sure? You’ve had a rough night.”

“I can’t imagine a better way to banish all thought of it,” she said with a shy smile.

“That’s my girl.”

His hands spanned her waist. Lifting her high, he pressed her body against his own as he stepped into the stream of water.

The searing, liquid heat penetrated straight to the bone as she wrapped her arms around his strong neck, clinging to him. Pressing her slick breasts against his chest. Rubbing her thigh between his spread legs.

“Jesus, baby,” he groaned before claiming her mouth. The pressure of her thigh rubbing along the bottom of his cock making him wild.

Driving her backwards, he forced her against the shower wall. The ceramic tiles feeling cool compared to the water and the heat of his body. Leaning down, Conner captured one nipple between his teeth, pulling hard.

Sage cried out, squeezing her thighs around his waist. Her hands rubbing over the short bristle of his high and tight haircut.

“That’s it, little one. Scream for me,” he uttered darkly against the curve of her breast before flicking the still throbbing nipple with the tip of his tongue.

The sharp angles of his hip bones dug into the soft flesh of her inner thighs as he pressed closer, turning his attention to the erect bud of her other breast.

“Oh god, yes, please!” Sage begged as her back arched, pushing the plump curve into his mouth.

Conner moved to place open mouthed kissed along her collar bone and neck all while the water cascaded about them.

Sage unhooked her ankles and allowed her body to slide along his. Giving him a mischievous look, she slowly lowered to her knees.

Conner grabbed her by the shoulders and tried to raise her up, “No. Not to tonight. You are too worn out.”

“Let me.”

She couldn’t explain it. It certainly wasn’t something she clambered to do before but Conner was different. The idea of tasting him, of taking all that power into her mouth, sent a shiver up her spine.

Ignoring the harsh feel of the shower floor on her knees, Sage ran her hands up his thighs, each sinew sculpted and defined. Placing one hand on the flat of his stomach, she wrapped the other around the thick weight of his shaft. The tip of her tongue flicked out to taste a droplet of water hovering off the bulbous top. Opening her lips wider, she took the whole head into her mouth. Swirling her tongue around the tip, testing the rim, flicking, sucking, and whirling about the sensitive head.

Sage closed her eyes and allowed her senses to take over. The clean, fresh scent of the shower with just a hint of sandalwood soap. The warm musk that still lingered on his skin. The brined honey taste of him. The rush of water as it beat against her body.

Moving her head forward, she slid her tongue along the sensitive bottom ridge of his cock, taking him in deeper. Her lips strained to encircle his girth.

Conner’s closed fist pounded against the ceramic tiles so hard it was a wonder they did not turn to powder. The feel of her small, tight mouth as it closed about his shaft was almost more than he could stand. It took all his disciplined training not to grab her by the back of the head and thrust his hips forward. Now was not the time for that…but god damn…he was having a hard time convincing his body.

Looking down his stomach, Conner watched as she struggled to swallow him deep, her gorgeous eyes filled with promise.

Pulling his hips back, he growled, “Enough.”

Conner kneeled down and wrapped his hands around her tiny waist, wrenching her upwards.

“But, Conner….” she whimpered, pouting at being denied her fun.

Twisting her around till she faced the wall, he gave her pert bottom a swift smack. The sound reverberating around the small glass chamber as it mixed with Sage’s shocked gasp.

“No. Trust me, you naughty girl, I’ll give a chance to try to swallow the full nine another time. Just not now. Now I need inside you,” he groaned against her neck as his fingers pressed between her thighs, feeling her slick warmth.

Gripping his cock, he positioned the tip at her tight entrance, “Push your hips back,” he commanded.

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