Page 44 of The Reluctant Billionaire

It feels like a cocoon in here, with the spray thundering around us. I’m conscious only of Aide’s hard body against me, engulfing me as his lips drag over my face and neck and his hands explore my curves. I open my eyes in the dim light for a second and absorb a vague impression of wet, starry lashes, and dripping hair, and his hungry mouth bearing down on me.

There’s no game-playing now.

Just need.

He grabs handfuls of my flesh, kneading my bum and squeezing my waist and sweeping down my arms. I give as good as I get, determined not to waste a second in exploring his body. The body that had me at hello. That’s been the subject of my most porno fantasies since I met him.

Jesus. His bum is rock fucking hard. I have a decent glute game, thanks to my sadistic PT, but this man’s arse is carved from stone. I give it a good grope. It’s delicious. I’m just about to slip a hand between us and explore that dick of his up close when he spins me around so I’m facing the wall.

‘Hands on the tiles like a good girl,’ he whispers, winding my hair into a manageable mass before slinging it over my shoulder. He steps up right behind me and grips my hips tightly as I slam my palms against the tiles. He sucks in a pleased breath as he digs his fingers harder into my hips.

Oh my God, he’s pressing himself up against me and I can feel every inch. I wasn’t paying him lip service when I complimented his dick. He’s fucking huge.

Hmm. I really want to pay lip service to that dick.

‘What are you doing?’ I ask.

‘Washing you.’ He doesn’t move.

‘Novel technique,’ I observe.

He releases my hips and slaps my bum lightly. ‘Don’t move.’ A moment later comes the squelch of shower gel being pumped and lathered, and then he’s smoothing it up my back. Over my armpits. Down my arms. Back up my arms and over my breasts, where he lingers so he can soap them up lasciviously.

Mmm. I moan a little and wiggle my bum at the decadence of having Aide’s large hands massaging my boobs as his cock presses against me. I need him inside me sooner rather than later. He slides his hands back down my sides.

A moment later, one hand is reaching between my legs while he drags his cock between my cheeks. He finds my clit with his fingers as his crown probes me from behind, and it’s so perfect I whimper.

‘Jesus,’ he grits out. His finger moves in a lazy circle against my flesh.

‘God, that’s good,’ I gasp, widening my legs.

‘You are fucking spectacular,’ he chokes out. ‘I need to fuck you.’

‘Do it,’ I urge him, my enthusiasm hopefully making up for my basic prose.

‘In a sec,’ he replies. ‘Wider. Bend over more.’

For some annoying reason, he can carry off basic Neanderthal speech in a far sexier way than I can. But no matter. If my hairy caveman wishes me to bend over and spread ‘em for him in the shower while he grunts single-syllable instructions at me, he will find no pushback here.

I shuffle to one side so I can grab onto the edge of the inbuilt shelf and he bends, sliding my feet apart. I’m expecting Aide to go grab his condoms, but instead his hands slide down my legs before coming back up, fingers spreading my cheeks apart. And then his magical tongue isright there.

Testing my entrance.

Breaching it.

Fucking it.

Oh my Lord.

He makes a ravenous, appreciative humming sound deep in his throat before he extricates himself and moves to my clit. Licking it. Lapping at it. Sucking it as the water pours over us, lubricating everything. His fingers find my entrance and thrust deep inside, and the combination is so otherworldly good that I arch back into him and clench my fists in an attempt to hold it together.

‘More,’ I gasp. ‘Harder.’ Scratch that. ‘Aide, I need you inside me.Now.’

‘Which is it?’ His mouth vibrates against my pussy in a way that’s very hot.

‘In me,’ I pant out.

He pulls away and streaks out of the shower. I turn my head and admire the spectacular view that is Aide gingerly rolling what is presumably an XL condom over his engorged length as he grits his teeth in frustration. He fists the sheathed monster in front of me. ‘You sure?’ he asks.

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