Page 31 of Grounds for Love

His face tenses, the hard line of his jaw clenching as he keeps giving us such sublime pleasure, but I see the strain he’s under. He’s holding back to give me everything.

“I need you to come, baby. Come for me now.”

“More. I… need…” I cry out when he captures a diamond-hard nipple in his mouth and sucks hard. My back comes off the bed and I grip my fingers around the headboard, struggling to not let go. I want to touch him. I can almost feel his soft hair between my fingers and the hot skin of his back beneath my nails.

All I can do is close my eyes and get lost in the feel and touch of Rod and the wicked things he’s doing to my body.

With an adjustment to his hips, he slides across my clit with each deep thrust. My inner muscles begin to quiver. I’m close.

“Open your eyes, baby. Look at me. Look at us,” he says gruffly.

My eyes open to his demand and lock onto his before moving down our bodies to the place we’re joined. At the erotic sight of his cock being swallowed by my pussy, I spiral and break. He slams in deep, his whole body strains and shudders, and he calls my name as he comes inside of me so hard I can feel each hot spurt against my walls.

His head drops to my chest and he rests for only a moment before he rolls us to our sides, facing each other.

I stare into his eyes and admit, “I love you, Rod.”

“I love you too, Jenni. We didn’t handle our first argument very well.”

He pulls me into the warmth of his body and I rest my head on his chest. My lower lip trembles. “We didn’t.”

Rod brushes my hair back from my face. “I want to be with you, Jenni. Only you. I don’t know what to call this—dating, going steady, friends with benefits—whatever it is I want more, with you.”

I giggle at his choices. I want more too. I’m just afraid of how much he’s capable of giving. That should give me pause, but it doesn’t. It’s not like he asked me to marry him or to even move in with him. We aren’t anywhere near there. We are cautiously at the beginning stage of something that could be extraordinary.

“I want you, Rod. Only you. What if we don’t label it for now? What if we just are?”

“But those assholes that think they stand a chance with you…”

I put my finger over his lips and he nips it with his teeth causing a shiver. “They don’t. I don’t want any of them, Rod. I only want to be with you. I love you. If you don’t trust that, then we don’t have a chance.”

“I love you too and I do trust you unconditionally. It’s the other jackasses being a nuisance I have issues with. You can trust that I want you, Jenni, nobody else but you and you can believe that because it’s the honest truth.”

Rod stands and holds out his hand. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get cleaned up so we can get dirty again.”

I run an appreciative eye over his broad shoulders, tight sculptured abs down to his flat stomach, and to the lovely V leading right to his beautiful cock standing straight and hard. My gaze flashes to his in question. “Already?”

“Sweetheart, I’m always hard for you.”

He pulls me out of bed and tosses me over his shoulder. I squeal when he pops my ass and then wiggle when the heat goes straight to my clit. I never knew I had a wild side, but I’m liking it.

I’ve had shower sex before. I always found it cold, uncomfortable, and a bit awkward. I don’t know if it’s the incredibly large and opulent shower or the talented man pressing me against the tile wall while warm water beats down on our bodies from several showerheads—one overhead rain shower and multiple body sprays—but there’s nothing cold, uncomfortable, or awkward about shower sex with Rod.

Afterwards, he washes me with a spicy body wash that smells like him. Then he shampoos my hair and I don’t even ask for conditioner. His fingers massaging my scalp have me moaning and that leads to him bending me over and taking me from behind.

I don’t believe I can come again, but Rod makes it happen in record time. It’s like we can’t get enough of each other because… we can’t.

Later he helps me back into my clothes, which is a disappointment, but a necessity because not only has my stomach been growling, I’m also sore. Then I sit on the counter and watch him shave. I’ll admit I’m a little sad to see the beard go, but then again I’d miss his handsome face more.

“I don’t have that much food around here, but I do have sandwich fixings.”

“That sounds incredible.”

“And then I think a walk on the beach would be wise. I saw you wincing getting out of the shower. I know you’re hurting.”

My face heats. “Yes. Well, it’s been a long time and my vibrator doesn’t really count. You pack quite a…punch, but you don’t hear me complaining.”

There’s a spark of interest in his eyes. “You have a vibrator?”

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