Page 39 of Now & Forever
Raw, passionate, dirty sex. The kind they used to have before lovemaking became a parliamentary procedure.
“Wow.” She stood next to the shower door, where steam billowed out, and her partner made eye contact with her, his cock still in his fist. “Going for it, huh?”
The animalistic look in his eyes devoured her whole. Top to bottom, head to toe. In one heated gaze, James reminded Gwen that he was as much of a sexual being as she was.
“Why?” His husky voice was almost drowned out by the sounds of the shower. Water sprayed his chest. His black hair was slick against his scalp, bringing attention to his forehead and the tips of his ears, both usually concealed by his hair. None of this was helped by the shower water dripping down is stomach and to the erection in his hand. “You want to join?”
“Depends. What are you thinking about?”
“You really wanna know?”
No.“Yes.”
That was the same boyish grin he had the first time they met – the first time they had sex in the corner of some cramped, outdated office in the back of a bar. Gwen fell for it every single time, hard cock in front of her or no. “You.”
“Liar.”
His mouth curved into a salaciousO.“What makes you think I don’t fantasize about you when I’m masturbating?”
“Because I’m not stupid. I’m also not here to police your thoughts.” Gwen reached her arm up the shower door. She was wearing a white T-shirt and nothing underneath.Countdown to when my tits stick out, 3… 2…“You wanna jack it thinking about the actress we saw in a movie yesterday, be my guest.”
“I only fantasize about you.”
“Oh, stop.”
“You want me to paint you a picture?” James turned around and leaned against the shower wall. His hand slowly moved up and down his shaft, enough to keep him hard, but nothing was going anywhere.Lord, is he waiting for me?Gwen glanced down. Oh, look. Nipples. “I was thinking about that time we rented a playroom in New York City. You wore that cute little black bunny mask.”
“And stockings. And boots the length of my legs.”
“Oooh, yes, you did.”
Gwen couldn’t help but smile. “You ripped my brand-new stockings.”
“They were in the way.”
“Youwere in the way of me enjoying how good I looked in those stockings. I’ve never found a pair half as flattering on these legs.” All her days in the gym meant she had some fairly meaty calves. They were hell to dress up in nice socks and tights. If the clothes didn’t oddly accentuate her hard-earned muscles, they burst open at the first sign of friction. James liked taking that to his advantage.
Why was that the kind of memory that warmed Gwen’s heart?
“Stick with me, kid,” James said, still holding his cock as if it were in danger of getting away from him, “and I’ll find you a new pair.”
“You’ve been saying that for years.”
He prowled through the shower steam, like a strong, cunning jaguar paying no mind to the jungle in its wake.Both are just as hot, right?Gwen leaned against the shower door when her partner arrived. He finally released his cock and tipped her chin up with wet fingers.
“I’ll say whatever you want me to say, if it means getting you in this shower with me.”
“Bet you’d like that.” Gwen cleared her throat before she gave her budding arousal away. Not fair for James to still be so hot after all these years.Not fairfor him to know how to get to her like this. Cock of the head. A little smirk. His manhood on full display, ready forherto pounce upon as soon as she lost control of her actions. “You just want to call me a dirty girl.”
“Oh, Gwenny,” he said with a purr. “You’re far from dirty. You’re positively sparkling.”
“All right, that’s the hard-on talking.”
“No, if he were talking, it would sound likeyou hot, you pretty, you be naked now?”
“Yes, that does sound more like him.”
James was only a small reach away. His hand crawled up the shower door, putting everything, from the breadth of his naked chest to the Adonis belt of his pelvis on display. Gwen didn’t bother looking away. Why, when this was the greatest thing she had seen in days?
