Page 85 of Scandalous Lover

His head drops back once more as his hand moves to his tip. “God, I am. I’m so close.”

“You like when I watch, don’t you? You’re excited for me to watch you come?”

“Get on your knees.”

The command is both surprising and not. I’m honestly a little disappointed I didn’t think of it myself. I lower myself to my knees. The new position leaves me face-to-face with his bobbing tip, and with my head right in the stream of the now only lukewarm water.

I close my eyes against the water and take my breasts in hand, twisting my nipples softly between my fingers.

Damn, I could come right now just from this. My thighs shift against each other, and I nearly moan.

That’s all it takes for Sam. I can’t see very well through the water beating down on my head, but I can hear him roar as he comes. Wherever it lands, it gets washed right away, but I imagine him watching it hit me, his hot load landing just where he aimed it. I do moan then, unable to keep it together a second longer.

The water stops abruptly, leaving me kneeling on the wet shower floor, holding my tits and wriggling my butt to try to quench the desire building between my legs.

Sam’s still standing, and I look up at him, glorious and ravaged, cock jutting straight out from his body. There’s a small drip of come waiting for me on his tip, and I reach up to slide my finger through it, sucking that finger straight into my mouth.

Sam drops to his knees and kisses me, diving deep between my lips, tongue seeming to search for the taste of himself on me.

I’m so lost in the passionate kiss that it’s a moment before I realize he’s pushing my thighs to the side, working his handbetween my legs. His thumb hits my clit as two of his fingers slide easily into my drenched pussy. I lift up a bit on my knees to allow a bit more space, thanking every god that’s ever existed for this man’s touch.

“Are you going to be ready for me when I fuck you?'' His low, gravely words, spoken directly into the side of my neck as he fingers me, take me by surprise.

But not enough to throw me off my game. “Yes.”

“How ready?” he asks, pumping me harder.

I respond by moving my own hips against his hand, riding him so his thumb presses deeply against my clit. I shift a bit back and forth and, oh my god, I’m going to come so fast like this. “I’ll be so fucking ready, Sammy. You feel how wet I am?”

“Sure do, princess.”

“I’m going to be wetter. I’m going to take your cock—” I can’t finish my thought as I slide into the deep, dark pool of pleasure that Sam opens up for me.

It’s all I can do to not collapse on his hand, but I keep grinding, holding my breath and helping him work me through an orgasm so strong it could be considered core work.

Still panting, I lift myself off his hand and collapse back against the shower wall. It’s a long few moments before I’m able to open my eyes again. Glancing up, I see that the clouds have all moved on and the sky is once again perfectly blue. I’m warm from the inside out, from Sam’s touch and the hot water. The soft rays of early evening sun hit me, and life is absolutely perfect.

“I love yard work,” I say, letting my head rest back against the wooden wall.

Sam laughs and slides his feet across the tile floor until our legs intertwine. “It always works wonders for my mood.”

I let my eyes open slowly and smile back at him. “Ohreally? When you’re feeling down you just rake up some vines, take an hour long shower, and you’re right as rain?”

Sam grimaces softly, glancing up at the still dripping showerhead. “Speaking of which, I think I used my water ration for the next month this afternoon.”

His tone is light, and I know it’s a joke, but I can’t help feeling bad. “Sorry.”

He’s on his knees in a flash, pulling my naked body up to meet his. “There’s no need for apologies, princess. I’ll go the next year without a shower if it means I get to have moments like this with you. Every second I spend with you is worth it. It’s worth any cost.”

Sam whips up sautéed veggies from the garden to top spicy packaged ramen noodles, which is impressive considering he had no time to prepare, and I have a feeling he eats at the resort most meals.

It's deliciously simple. This whole day has been. After so many years of always needing more, more, more…I’m getting a glimpse of a simpler kind of life. One where I go hours without even thinking about checking my phone, scrolling, or photographing something to prove to a bunch of strangers that it happened.

“Your clothes are dry,” Sam says, bringing in my wrinkled, but indeed dry, outfit from earlier. I’ve been sporting one of his oversized tees for the evening.

“You just want me to get naked again,” I tease as I take the clothes.

He flops down on the couch. “I’m here for the show.”

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