Page 63 of King of Clubs

Suddenly shy, I dipped my face and watched my feet toying with the bath mat.

“What’s wrong?” Of course he noticed my unease instantly and was standing before me ready to act.

Why was I such a bloody drag? Just tell the truth, Marlee!I admonished internally.

“Frankly, I’m just not used to being with someone like you. I keep waiting for you to flip a switch or for me to do something which upsets you,” I shrugged, keeping my eyes on him. “I just didn’t know it could be like this.”

“Truthfully, neither did I. I’ve never wanted to have to look after anyone else like I do you. So, please, let me take care of you the way I want to. The way you deserve.”

I could either put my trust in him and take that step towards my future, or I could continue to live a life where I perceived fear to be around every corner, waiting to jump out and destroy the life I was creating.

He waited, ever patient, with kind eyes and an even kinder heart. Deciding it was now or never, I stepped forward, raising my arms. With a small smile, he reached up and lifted my shirt over my head, as we both put our trust in each other.

We stumbled into the shower, our greedy hands unstoppable as if our unspoken agreement gave us permission to lay all our cards on the table. In between desperate kisses and exploratory hands, Seb washed my hair, massaging my scalp with a delectable coconut shampoo which I knew would have been bought for my benefit.

We took turns washing each other, a giggle escaping when Seb spent a ridiculous amount of time on my breasts as he said they were “particularly dirty after a day of shopping.”

When we were both clean, he wrapped his arms around me from behind and I lent back, placing my hands on his forearms as we basked in the warmth of each other and the shower. Neither of us was interested in hopping out just yet, but rather rinsing away everything which had previously held us back. Time was lost as I began humming, gently swaying under the water before I felt lips on my neck and Sebastian harden against my lower back. My eyes shot open, instantly aware of every detail of the man behind me. Every curve and muscle of his body, in particular, the one pressing into me. I’d been so focused on the warmth of the water and the feeling of complete serenity I didn’t realise my little shower dance would haveothereffects, but now, my nipples hardened, my own body igniting. His hands stroked my skin, tracing patterns across my abdomen before lingering on my chest and as if of their own accord, my hips rocked gently back and forth desperate for more. I lifted my hands, pressing them on the tiled wall in front as he roamed my body, dragging his tongue down my neck

“Every night when I have a shower –” he sucked my neck before continuing, “I think of you,” his voice was velvet, my sex throbbing with need. Gliding his hand up my arm, he grabbed my wrist as he continued to fondle my breasts with his other hand.

“I picture you bent over while the water cascades down your gorgeous body,” his hands felt golden, his words adding droplets of fuel lighting a fire in my belly that I never wanted to extinguish.

“I imagine sliding my dick between your folds just like this,” cuffing both wrists, he ground himself between my legs and I moaned at the contact.

“More,” I pleaded, heady with the anticipation of what was to come. This was what I wanted. What I needed. To be fucked. Fast and hard. “Please I need more.”

“Fuck, babe, you have no idea what you do to me,” his thick cock was grinding between my legs, his grip tight on my wrists. “I don’t think I can be gentle tonight,” his anguish was so erotic that I felt myself pulsing with excitement.

“Then don’t,” looking at him over my shoulder, his face the epitome of lustfulness, I gave him the permission he desired. “Show me how good it can be to relinquish control.”

I wanted to experience everything he had to offer, whether that was the tender scrapes of his tongue or whatever he was thinking when he said gentleness wasn’t something he could do. And from the look which swept his face, I knew it was the right thing to say.

He snarled, releasing my wrists before turning me to face him, my back pressed against the tiled wall.

His mouth found mine in a savage display of unadulterated need. He nipped and took before reefing me up, my legs locking around his waist and hands reaching for his shoulders. This was what I wanted – an unrestrained Sebastian – driven entirely by his most primal desires.

I had never felt so alive. Every nerve ending was awakened, from the spikes of the water on my arms wrapped around him, to the feel of my legs wound tight around his waist. Moving his hands to grip my backside, he lowered me slightly down the wall, never breaking the connection of our mouths.

“Babe, I don't have a condom here. We need to get out,” I smirked against his mouth, feeling overwhelmed at how adorable he was when flustered.

“Well lucky for you I’m on the pill. So you’re good,” I replied with a wink and he didn’t waste a second, immediately pinning me to the wall on his thick cock.

My lungs emptied on a sharp exhale as he stretched me wide, pleasure pulsing through me.

“Fuck,” he held me still, allowing me time to adjust before he began thrusting into me, and wedged between the wall and his solid chest, I was surrounded in the best way possible.

“Better than I ever imagined. Your tight pussy is choking my cock so fucking well,” his voice held a direct connection to my inner core because I shuddered at the husky praise. He moved slowly as his hands framed my face, pressing kisses on my lips and along my cheeks. He moved a stray piece of wet hair from my face and the tenderness of the gesture made me pause.

I adored him.

Even in the pangs of sexual desire, he was constantly thinking of me and what I needed. He said he couldn’t be gentle, but he moved inside me slowly, almost lovingly, and I met him equally with each tender movement. He could already read my body as if it were his own and as his pace increased I felt every coil inside me tightening. I was close. The feel of him inside me bare, with no barrier between us was everything.

There was someone on this planet who fit me perfectly and I knew in that moment nothing this good could be fabricated or fleeting. This was exactly what it should be like, every single time and it was with Sebastian that I knew I could feel this forever. I felt the orgasm rolling in as I looked at the man who I was well and truly falling for.

“I’m close, Seb, I’m close.”

I was breathy. The feel of him driving in and out of me hard, his hands gripping my thighs with strength, the mask he was always so careful to keep in place, replaced with total possession almost too much.

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