Page 59 of With this Ring

Moments later, she stepped into the shower, pressing her body against his as the water cascaded over them both.

“Insomnia?” she asked.

“A few things on my mind. So I worked out.”

“I fell asleep right after we had sex.”

Fucked. Made love.Sex was far too tame a word for what they’d shared.

Eyes wide, fastened on his, she picked up the soap. “May I?”

“Pleasure will be mine, Petal.”Sub.Acts of service. She might think she didn’t want to perform them, but the way she’d removed his clothes, then masturbated him nearly to completion, proved otherwise. This sealed the deal.

Slowly, she lathered his arms with gentle strokes. When she moved to his chest, she took great care to avoid his wound.

Her touch was both soothing and arousing, and he gritted his teeth against the rush of desire that almost dropped him to his knees.

Taking her time, she glided over his wet skin, following the contours of his muscles.

His cock arrowed toward her, and she paused for a moment, looking to him for guidance. With a nod, he said, “Do it.”

She stroked, and his dick jumped in response.

Casting her gaze downward, she tightened her grip.

Then, as she continued, his balls drew up. He ensnared her wrist. “Petal.” His voice was raw with need and warning, but she paid no attention to him. “You’re playing with fire.”

Through her fringe of lashes, dotted with drops of water, she looked up at him.

Desire, equal to his own, radiated from the emerald depths.

Slowly, taking charge, she dropped the soap back into its dish then leaned in, her lips just inches from his. “I’ll take the risk.”

He sucked in a breath.

Then, surprising him, she lowered herself to her knees.

She licked pre-cum from his tip and made a soft, approving sound before taking his cockhead into her mouth.

As she sucked, she stroked his length, then she used her free hand to cup his balls.

He groaned.

Hell’s pleasure.

How many times had he imagined this?

Looking up at him, water sluicing down her face, she sucked him deeper into her mouth.

Desperate to remain at least somewhat in control, he placed one palm on the tiles and held onto her shoulder with the other.

“That’s it.” So damn good. So fucking perfect. “Just like that.”

The sensation of her lips and tongue shot electric shocks up his spine.

As she took more of him, his hips bucked involuntarily. “You don’t need to—”

“Need to, Sir?” she prompted.

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