Page 55 of Iron Heart

Immediately, I press into his finger and feel his erect cock against me.

“Do you like me playing with your ass, kitten?”He presses his thumb in a little farther and, fuck me.My eyes nearly roll back into my head as I push back on him.He exhales sharply.“Fuck, you’re a good girl.Come for me, baby.”

With his fingers deep inside my pussy, he slides a full soapy thumb inside my ass, and I explode at the feeling, my knees weakening.

“Stay upright.I’m only halfway done with you.”His fingers escape both entrances, and I’m barely standing when I feel a click.

“Back against the wall,” he says and firmly pushes me against it.

The cold tiles send a blistering contrast against the heat of my skin, and he swallows my gasp with a heady kiss.His arousal is unmistakable, and I need him inside me.I reach out to touch him.

He shakes his head and clicks his tongue.“Impatient, kitten?”

I glance down to find he has removed the shower head, positioning it level with my clit.He clicks on the water, and I jump at the sensation as it hits my nub.He smiles darkly and adjusts the water flow, cycling through jet and rain settings, switching from back to front, edging closer, and moving away.He drops to his knees and kisses the insides of my thighs, then lavishes me with his tongue as the head stays on my clit.My legs shake as an orgasm builds quickly.

“Kingsley!”I scream as I unravel, untamed and uninhibited, gripping his shoulders for support.

“I could be undone by your moans and the taste of you,” he says, his eyes so dark, so filled with an insatiable craving.

“I need to be inside you now,” he declares.And honestly, I don’t know if I can handle anymore, but with that intense gaze piercing through me, I know I’m all his.

“Wait here.”He steps out of the shower, and when he returns, his hard cock is sheathed.

I can barely reach for a towel as I shut off the water, my anticipation building.But before I can wrap it around myself, he takes a step closer, eliminating any space between us.His hands gently rest on my waist, pulling me toward him.His eyes search mine for a brief second as if asking for silent permission.

Finding it, his lips meet mine in a soft, lingering kiss.My breath catches as he deepens it, his mouth moving in perfect harmony with mine.It feels as if every nerve ending is awake, magnifying this intimate touch.

Suddenly, he lifts me slightly, my back pressing against the tiled wall of the shower.The cool surface contrasts sharply with the heat radiating from our bodies.His mouth leaves mine to trail kisses down my neck, each one sending a bolt of electricity through me.His hands are everywhere, tracing the contours of my body as if he’s trying to memorize them.

His lips find mine again, and this time, the kiss is urgent and passionate.This feels so intimate, like so much more than our original agreement.

I wrap my arms around him, pulling him closer, needing to feel as much of him as I can.

Then he sinks inside me, and I grip onto him tightly.It’s fast yet sensual, a rush of sensation that consumes us both.We reach our climax almost simultaneously after just a few minutes.

When he finally breaks the kiss, he keeps his forehead pressed against mine.Our breaths sync as he meets my gaze, both of us suddenly aware of the gravity of what just unfolded between us.

19

Kingsley

When I woke up, she was already out of bed and changed into her active wear.It’s a rare sight.Maybe it’s the afterglow of last night, or maybe she’s warming up to the idea of morning runs, but I’m so damn proud she’s doing this for herself.

So, we run until she can’t run anymore.

“You slept with me last night,” she says, her voice carrying a note of curiosity when I offer her a bottle of water.

“You caught that, huh?”I take a long swig from a bottle of Evian in the kitchen.

“I liked it,” she admits, her words catching me off guard in the best possible way.

“I did too,” I confess, reminiscing about the feel of her soft breaths slowing as she drifted off in my arms.

She perches on a kitchen stool, her ocean-blue eyes locking onto mine as if searching for something buried deep within me.“What is it?”I ask, my voice betraying a hint of vulnerability.

“You gave me three orgasms in the shower, not two,” she says, her words evoking a laugh from me.

I hadn’t expected that, but it’s true—I had only promised two.

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