Page 19 of Let Her Buck

“I want this,” she says, her voice steady. “I want you, West.”

My hands curl into fists against the tile.

That’s all it takes. All I needed to hear.

I open the shower door, and the moment she steps in, I reach for her like I’ve been drowning and she’s the only breath I’ve ever needed.

Maybe I have. Maybe she is.

My mouth crashes onto hers like a man starved. Her lips are soft, wet, hungry—just like mine. I grip her waist, pulling her against me, groaning when her slick skin presses flush to mine. Her nipples brush my chest, hard and tight, and fuck, my cock jerks between us.

She feels it.

A little helpless moan escapes her throat.

My lips trail from her mouth to her jaw, down her neck, tasting her like she’s mine to consume. She gasps when I suck gentlyat the hollow of her throat, her fingers tightening around my shoulders.

I growl and turn her, pressing her back to the tile, water cascading over her bare shoulders. My hands roam down her hips, her thighs, her ass, memorizing her with my touch. She gasps when I squeeze, when I dip my head and take her breast into my mouth, rolling my tongue over her stiff peak while my fingers toy with the other.

She arches into me, moaning, her hands threading through my hair, tugging.

“You taste so fucking good,” I mutter, trailing kisses lower, over her belly, down to her hip.

She watches me, wide-eyed, breath ragged, her body trembling.

I drop to my knees.

Right there, under the spray, water soaking my hair and shoulders, I lift her leg over my shoulder and press my mouth to her pussy. She lets out a strangled gasp that immediately turns into a shocked cry when I swipe my tongue over her clit.

She cries out, hands flying to the back of my head, anchoring me to her as I eat her like I’ve waited years. Like I’ll never get another chance. My tongue slides through her folds, lapping up every drop, teasing her clit with just enough pressure to make her squirm.

“West…oh God—” Her voice is wrecked, high and breathless.

I suck gently, then harder, circling and flicking until her thighs shake. Until she’s whimpering and gasping and soaking wet for reasons that have nothing to do with the shower. She falls apartin my mouth with a cry, her back arching, her thighs clenching around me as she comes.

But I don’t stop. Not until I’ve wrung every tremble from her body.

When I rise, her face is flushed, lips parted, eyes heavy with lust. I grip her thighs and lift her, pinning her gently against the cool tile. Her legs wrap around me instinctively, her eyes hazy with need, and I shift my hips just slightly so we’re perfectly aligned. Ready.

“I’ve got you,” I whisper, my voice rough with the restraint I’m holding by a thread. “I’ve got you, baby…”

Her nails drag down my back as I slide inside her slowly, so slowly, letting her feel every inch of me. Her breath catches, lips parting in a soft moan that makes me feel ten feet tall. I pause, forehead against hers, letting her adjust, letting myself feel this moment.

She’s so tight, so hot, so unbelievably perfect I nearly lose it right there.

“You okay, sweetheart?” I ask, my voice rough from the strain of holding back.

She cups my face, her thumb brushing along my jaw. “Yes,” she says, smiling up at me as she nods. “Yes, I’m good, baby.”

And I see it…the trust. The surrender.

I start to move.

Long, deep strokes. Controlled at first, but not for long. Her nails drag down my back, her cries get louder, and I lose the thread of control altogether. I slam into her harder, faster, the sound ofwet skin and breathless moans echoing through the bathroom, mixing with the hiss of the shower and the thunder of my pulse.

She clings to me like she needs me to survive this, moaning my name like it’s a prayer. Over and over again.

It feels so damn good.

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