Page 132 of Major Love

“You didn’t have to,” she says breathlessly, and then she’s moaning as I suck her neck, trailing hungry kisses down her breasts and abrading my stubble over her soft peaks. “I can do it,” she whimpers. “I just need a little longer to get used to the size.”

I chuckle huskily at that, slipping my hands down the back of her pants. “I know you can do it, baby – that’s why we had to stop. Seven more seconds of what you were doing and I’d be spilling my load down your throat.”

Her long lashes flutter and I kiss her gently, walking her backward.

“Where are we going?” she whispers up to me, caressing her hands up over my pecs.

I tip my chin to the back of the porch, just beyond the hot-tub, and she glances at the hidden nook.

“The shower,” I tell her, as I hunch down to pull off her thermal pants, and then we’re falling hungrily into the wooden outdoor shower cubicle as I toss her clothes onto the deck behind us.

I hit the spray and the hot water jets instantly start streaming down my back, my eyes closing for a moment as I savour the first burn on my swollen muscles.

I envelop my large palms around Sunday’s hips, squeezing gently as she wraps her arms around my shoulders, and I groan quietly as she kisses my neck, the hot steam building in the stall around us.

“Does it ache?” she whispers softly, making my eyes flutter open so that I can look down at her.

I swipe my tongue over my lower lip, not sure what exactly she’s talking about.

Because there are a couple of parts of me that are aching for her right now.

“What, baby?” I ask, dropping the condom onto the wooden counter behind her, and then tangling my fingers up in the thin lace at the sides of her panties.

“Your back,” she whispers, “from all of the hard work that you did today. I saw you rolling your shoulders when you got out of your truck and I thought that maybe it was aching.”

“It’s nothing,” I tell her quietly, used to dealing with it after a lifetime of brutal exercise.

In the Army our conditions were pretty rough, so now I’m just grateful that I get to sleep in a bed every night.

Sunday reaches up to kiss me and then she turns me around so that I’m facing the mounted spray as her hands caress their way up my lower back.

And the second that her thumbs dig into the thick muscles of my shoulders I’m dropping my head forward on a groan and bracing my fists on the wood in front of me.

She digs them in harder, rotating them slowly, and my vision blacks out as she presses her soft body against mine.

“Sunday,” I rumble hoarsely, “what did I do to deserve you?”

She presses a tender kiss between my shoulder blades, and then her hands move higher, squeezing my muscles.

She works my shoulders for a solid minute before sliding her palms around to my chest, making me grunt as she grips my pecs, my lower body flexing with the need to feel her.

So I take her wrists in my hands and push them off of me as I turn to face her, my eyes trailing down her shower-soaked body until I reach her panties, drenched from the spray.

I tuck my thumbs beneath the sides and kiss her neck as I rumble, “Can we get rid of these?”

“Yes,” she whispers back to me, and I slide the wet lace slowly down her skin. Bunching the panties in my fist as I stand upright again, towering over her.

And then I slap them onto the counter, freeing my fists so that I can grab behind her knees, and I lift her easily onto the wood behind her, positioning my hips between her thighs.

I massage her waist as I lean down to kiss her, swallowing her whimpers beneath the water’s hot spray, and then I take the condom from the counter and rip it open, before rolling it on.

“Tell me that you’re not expecting any more visitors,” I say gruffly, as I tug her to the edge of the counter, the perfect height for me.

She breathes out a quiet laugh, shaking her head quickly, and I exhale contentedly at the knowledge that we’re totally alone.

“Good,” I murmur, rubbing her with my stubble as I kiss her cheek. “Don’t want anyone else walking back here and getting to see what we’re about to do.”

And then I’m slowly guiding my throbbing cock inside of her, grunting quietly when she whimpers, and gathering her against my chest as she arches her hips for more.

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