Page 23 of Bad to the Bone

He growls and then stoops down, wrapping both arms around my hips and clasping hands under my bottom. In one smooth motion he has me aloft, my head well above the shower head. The cold tile against my back is in sharp contrast to the hot jets of water that hit my chest and flow down my body.

His greedy mouth captures the tip of one breast, lapping at the water drops that fall before suckling the hardened nipple. His tongue makes magic circles around my areola and the sucking motion pulls at my very core. I feel my womb clench in response as he moves from one breast to the other. Giving each of them the same treatment.

Just when I think I can pull away from the seduction of his wicked mouth he manages another miraculous feat. Squatting slightly, he manages to bounce me in his arms, hoisting me still higher, until my thighs rest on his shoulders. His strong hands grasp my ass firmly, pulling my hips closer to his face, putting my freshly shaved pussy a hair’s breadth away from that seductive mouth of his. From this position there are only two choices for me. Move forward and let him have his way with me, or try to back away and risk falling.

“Feed me,” he growls, his voice echoing from between my thighs. Gritting my teeth, I push my hips forward and impale my sensitive core on his waiting tongue. He wastes no time seeking out his prize, locating my clit like a heat seeking missile and coaxing it out of its sheath. I bite my lip to keep from moaning wantonly, but that only lasts a minute. He quickly knocks down all of my walls and I succumb to the pleasure. I clench my neglected breasts, squeezing lightly and cry out as he sucks and licks me.

I grasp at his shoulders helplessly, ragged moans escaping my lips as he licks and sucks the tension right out of my body. By the time his arms begin to shake under the strain of holding me up, I have given up any pretense of being in control. I whimper and moan loudly, my nipples rock hard and aching for attention, my body consumed with a fever that has nothing to do with the hot water steaming up the room.

As Zayne shifts beneath me the fear of a less than graceful dismount makes me tense. Sensing my fear, he shifts, lifting his head and looking me in the eye.

“Don’t worry. I got this,” he says, smiling his most charming smile.

A moment later, he sets me down on my shaky legs. Despite not falling I still sling to him as I wait for the strength to return to my limbs.

“Still haven’t had enough, huh?” he teases, holding me close. His hard length presses against my belly as he seals my lips with a kiss.

His kiss is like a drug, dulling my senses until all I can feel is him. All I can taste is him. All I can hear is his heart beating next to mine.

“Don’t catch a cold,” he says, wrapping a fluffy towel around my body and leading me out of the bathroom. I follow him quietly, allowing him to dry my body and towel off my hair. I can’t remember the last time anybody did something like this for me. It’s funny how the simple things make you feel loved. Not the mind bending sex, or the expensive gifts, but the silly mundane acts.

“What are you looking at me like that for?” I cringe at the grammar but say nothing. Right now I’m not a teacher. I’m a woman in love.

“I love you.”

“I know.”

“Asshole,” I kick at his exposed crotch, but catch his thigh instead.

“Whoah, don’t damage the merchandise,” he yells, catching my foot. Undeterred I strike out again, pummeling him until I wrestle him down on the mattress beneath me.

“You know, huh? Tell me, what do you know?”

“I know you love me or else you wouldn’t have gone to war with my dad for me. And I know I love you or I wouldn’t have stuck around after you tried to kick me in the dick,” he says, laughing.

“You love me?” I know I heard the words, but they don’t really seem real.

“Yeah, I think I do,” he admits.

Nothing could be more blissful than those honest words. I rest my chin on his chest and stretch out down the length of his body.

“So what now?” I ask.

“Now, you let me have my way with you and then we have breakfast,” he says, leering at me.

“Sounds good to me.”

In yet another act of gross athleticism he switches our positions, putting me flat on my back effortlessly. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his face down to mine. I assault his lips, nipping and sucking until they swell and redden, inviting him to take what he needs from me.

The fire that we left smoldering a few moments ago roars back to life, consuming all the tenderness between us. With a deep grunt he invades my body and we have the kind of sex that they don’t talk about in romance novels. The kind that makes wet, sloppy noises as our bodies intertwine. The kind of sex that leaves even your hair follicles feeling sore and makes you afraid to wonder what combination of bodily fluids are in “the wet spot”.

And when we have our fill, we collapse, panting and dizzy. I don’t remember falling asleep. I only remember the sound of the knock at my door that forces me back into consciousness and the sound of Shannon’s exasperated voice as she informs us that breakfast service was nearly over.

I pull myself out of bed and shower...alone.

And we enter the dining room together, hand in hand, like a normal couple. And to be honest, this is the first time that I can remember feeling like a normal couple. After what feels like an eternity of sneaking around, it feels good to be able to let my guard down and hold hands with my boyfriend in public. It feels good to be able to kiss him without the “exhilaration” of being caught. It feels good to be having breakfast in public.

Shannon waves us over to the table by the window that she has managed to snag. The table is already littered with plates full of fruit and an assortment of jams and jellies.

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