Page 43 of Smokin' Situation

And concentrate he did, tilting his hips and thrusting into me hard enough my back slid up the tiles. Anchoring myself to him, I held on tight as he fucked me, growling into my ear, his fingers squeezing mine tightly.

There were still so many things in my life that were unsettled, but I didn’t want to regret anything with him. Being with him like this, trusting him without any barriers between us, may have seemed reckless—and although the timing was terrible and circumstances lingered at the back of my mind—I was so glad I met him. In the aftermath, I’d found refuge.

“What do you need?” he asked, nipping at my ear, hips slowly rolling, his cock hitting a place that had me breathless.

“Just keep doing that…” My voice was a breathy pant as he slowed his pace, grinding into me.

“You mean keep fucking you?” he whispered in a rough tone, and I lit up, the feeling of being surrounded my him, held captive to his thrusts with his deep voice in my ear, was intoxicating. “Keep driving into you with my hard cock and watching you lose your mind with pleasure when you shatter around me?”

“Fuck, Tripp…” His hips tilted and I lost my words.

He let out a rough chuckle at my breathy exhalation against his strong, muscular shoulder.

“Yes, Rhey,” he growled into my neck. “I am absolutely the man fucking you right now. And I’m going to be the man coming inside you bare as soon as I feel that pretty pussy flutter around my dick.”

“Oh God,” I gasped, squeezing his hand tight as I met each hard thrust, my legs locked tightly around his waist. I was lost in him, absolutely at his mercy and so close to the edge when his teeth bit down on my earlobe, a feral groan from him sending me flying, my body pulsing around him.

“That’s right, baby. Come on me. Your moans make me so fucking hard. You’re just desperate for me to fill you with my cum, aren’t you?”

Gasping in his ear when he picked up the pace, I dug my nails into his scalp and the back of his hand. He drove into me like a man possessed, his grip borderline painful until he stilled, groaning into my ear as he throbbed, emptying himself inside me.

Rough pants filled the steamy shower as we clung to each other. I wanted to capture this moment and hold it tight. Tears escaped the corners of my eyes as his lips ghosted my shoulder, our frantic coupling turning somewhat tender. He released my fingers, smoothing his palm slowly down my arm, cupping my breast in his rough hand as he rained kisses along my neck and toward my mouth.

Languid kisses made my head spin, and I knew right then I could get lost in this man. It was easier to keep love at arm’s length before to save what little love was left inside me, but now…

Now, I could see the possibility of life and love…with him.

“Let’s go to bed, sweetheart.” Tripp’s voice sounded tired, and while I was anxious about the fire, knowing it was still close, I wanted nothing more than to wrap myself up in him and sleep for like a week straight.

“Someone just made me dirty,” I teased, reaching for the body wash when he lowered me back to my feet.

Lingering touches while we washed ourselves—and each other—had me feeling relaxed and drowsy. I’d never felt so comfortable with someone, especially a man I’d just met. There was still something that felt familiar about him, but maybe that was just how you felt when you found the person you clicked with afterwaiting for so long.

After he turned off the shower, I leaned against the wall, watching him dry himself while I halfheartedly did the same. He noticed where my gaze was focused, shaking his head with a smile before he tucked his towel around his waist.

“Hand it over,” he demanded, holding his hand out and tugging the towel from my grip.

He moved close, lowering to a knee at my feet. Pulling one onto his thigh, he returned the towel to my skin, slowly wiping away the moisture, watching me the entire time.

“I think you like being on your knees for me,” I teased, running my fingers through his damp hair. “Such a good boy.”

He tilted his head to the side, arching an eyebrow. “You might be teasing me right now, Rhey, but I do like it.”

His grin widened at my reaction, and he leaned forward, kissing my stomach as I stroked his hair. The rough stubble that had filled out in the last few days tickled as his lips lingered. My towel was forgotten when his rough palms cupped my calves and slowly traced upward, kneading my ass as his mouth moved lower.

“I want to worship you,” he whispered, kissing the soft patch of hair.

“Kiss you…” His hands wrapped around the backs of my thighs, fingertips brushing softly where he’d only just left.

“Pleasure you…” My head dropped back to the tiles as he teased between my thighs with the tip of his tongue, groaning at the taste of us together.

“Make you desperate…” He licked harder, sucking my clit into his mouth as my fingers tightened in his hair.

“Fuck you until you scream…” His dark chuckle when my knees almost gave out, my stomach muscles clenching as he thrust a finger inside me from behind.

“Watch you fall apart and come…”

“Oh fuck,” I panted as he found a place inside me that had me barreling back toward a finish line he’d already pushed me over once tonight. Pressing into it with his fingertips while his lips lefthot open-mouthed kisses on my clit, he pleasured me until stars danced behind my eyelids.

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