Page 40 of Eyes Like a Hurricane

After a moment, the cool gel of his soap catches me off guard when his palm connects with my stomach. He begins to lather the soap all over my body. I turn in his arms and reach for shampoo so I can return the favor. We stand in silence as we diligently wash the dust from our bodies and let it swirl down the drain. I feel like I can hear the beating of my heart roaring over the sound of the water.

As the last bubble disappears, I close my eyes and tilt my face up into the water. I feel his calloused hands move to each side of my face just before his lips press into mine. We move in sync, deepening the kiss. My fingers glide up his stomach, and I gently press my fingertips into his pecs to steady myself. One of his hands travels down my neck and shoulder until it hits my waist. Resting momentarily, he begins to slowly move further south.

When his fingers reach the apex of my thighs, I tentatively widen my stance to give him better access. He takes two fingers and spreads my lips apart as his thumb seeks my clit. He makes lazy circles as I moan into his mouth. The warm water travels down his arm, hitting my sensitive skin.

I rock against his finger, hoping to increase the friction. My orgasm begins to build as he inserts one finger inside of me. Like a slow climb up a mountain, I know it will take just a bit more before he pushes me over the metaphorical hill. I want to slide down the mountain slowly and savor each second.

I continue grinding against his thumb as he sticks a second finger inside. His long fingers press my G-spot, causing my legs to tremble. He moves his other hand from my jaw, placing it against my lower back. It provides the perfect amount of stability as my legs slowly liquify beneath me. I feel secure in his strong arms, and with one more thrust of his fingers, I tumble down the mountain.

His lips haven’t left mine, and I know I would be a loud mess if his mouth wasn’t covering mine. He swallows my cries as I ride out my orgasm, which leaves my arms and legs feeling like jelly.

“Wow,” I gasp. “That felt amazing, Lachlan.” My words feel raspy and choppy.

I know I’m barely audible, but when I open my eyes, I see him staring at me with pupils so blown out that his verdant eyes look black. A lazy grin appears on his face.

“Wow, huh?” he asks, rubbing gentle circles along my lower back. He removes his fingers and brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean. “Wow is right,” he says, closing his eyes and inhaling slowly.

While his eyes are closed, I decide to get a taste for myself. I sink to my knees and grab his hard length in my hand. Slowly gripping from head to base, I let my thumb rub circles in the vein on the underside. He braces his hand against the wall and throws his head back with a groan. His other hand reaches my cheek as he meets my eyes.

He mumbles, “You don’t have to do this. I just wanted to make you feel good before bed. I don’t think I will last long. I have dreamt of your mouth on me for days.”

“I have too,” I say, smiling.

I open my mouth and flick my tongue out to touch the tip, causing him to twitch. Still stroking his length, I wrap my lipsaround the head and press my tongue flat against the underside before I start moving him deeper in and out of my throat. With a hum, I use my tongue to swirl around the top and then continue bringing him deeper.

Both of his hands fly to the wall behind me as he braces himself. I look up through my lashes and see that all of his muscles are strained with tension. Taking my other hand, I slowly move it up his knee, massaging his inner thigh. His legs begin to quiver, and I can tell he is getting close. My hand arrives at his balls, which I palm. I can feel how tight they are.

“Aislinn, I’m so close. Do that one more time. I’m coming,” he rasps. The warmth of his cum fills my mouth, but I continue to stroke him until I feel all the tension dissolve from his body. His body twitches as my tongue swipes across the tip, and I know he must be sensitive now.

I grin up at him, and he sucks in a shaky breath. His hands come to rest on my shoulders as he helps me up and wraps me in his arms. The water is getting lukewarm, and the steam is beginning to dissipate.

“Should we go to bed?” I mumble into his damp chest.

His hand cradles the back of my neck, pressing me into his body as if he fears I will disappear along with the steam.

“Stay?” he asks.

Not an assumed statement, but a question.

I nod. I feel him release the breath he’d been holding, waiting for my response. Kissing the top of my head, he reaches one arm behind to shut off the water. As the water stops, I cling to his warmth.

“Let me get you a towel,” he murmurs.

I back up a step to let him reach outside of the shower. As he wraps a towel around my shoulders, I sigh, “This is so warm.”

“Towel warmer.” He chuckles.

I watch as he slings a towel around his waist. Grabbing my hand, he guides me out of the shower. At the sink, he opens a drawer and pulls out a new toothbrush.

“This may be a bit presumptuous, but I, uh, picked up an extra toothbrush today. I wasn’t sure if you took the one you used yesterday home or threw it away,” he says with a slight blush tinging his cheeks.

“Thank you, I appreciate it,” I murmur.

Yawning, I begin to brush my teeth and glance into the mirror. My eyes meet his, and a grin breaks out across his face. Reaching over, I slide my arm around his waist, pulling him into my side and resting my head against his chest.

As we head toward the bed, he asks, “Would you like something to sleep in, or—”

But before he can finish, I place my hand on his forearm and give my head a slight shake. Dropping my towel, I jump toward the bed. Warm arms wrap around my waist in mid-air. I squeal as we both collide into the soft mattress.

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