Page 78 of Dreams That Bind Us
He walked them backward into the bathroom, never losing contact with her lips, and turned on the shower. After several moments, he lifted his head and tested the water.
“It’s perfect.” He drew her under the water spray with him. “Can I wash your hair?”
She bobbed her head, tugging her heavy tresses out of the messy bun she’d been sporting.
“Beautiful,” he muttered as he finger-combed through her unruly tangles. Pouring a blob of shampoo into his hand, he efficiently cleaned her hair then applied a conditioner.
She’d never had a man do this before and was shocked at how unbelievably erotic it was. Anna closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his hands on her.
His touch became more seductive as he began soaping her body, focusing first on her heavy breasts and then moved lower. She gasped and writhed as his touch glided along her sensitive flesh, leaving behind suds and lingering electricity, eventually sliding between the globes of her ass.
Her eyes popped open as James dropped to his knees. He spun her to the left so her back was to the shower wall and draped her right leg over his shoulder.
She shuddered at the hot lust in his gaze as he stared up at her. “I need to make sure you’re completely clean,” he growled before his lips sealed around her clit.
Anna hissed as her entire body seized with sensation, her hands clenching his hair as his mouth worked her sensitive bud relentlessly, driving her toward a quick release. In just moments, her body arched with a powerful, mind-blowing orgasm.
James nuzzled her soft flesh as she rode out the turbulent waves. Without any further preamble, he stood, his stiff member fully engorged and lifted her, pinning her against the wall and filling her with one thrust.
Anna’s scream reverberated through the room and she threw her head back as he set a pounding pace, ruthlessly striving for his own release. His mouth was latched onto her neck and he wasn’t gentle, but she didn’t care. She sensed his frenzy, his desperation, and shewantedto feel him touch that place deep inside.
His thrusts became frantic and he released a belly-deep shout as he slammed into her one last time, throbbing with his own orgasm. Her hands smoothed over his back soothingly when he slumped against her. They panted in rhythm, their breaths and heartbeats mingling.
“Fuck,” he moaned. “It just keeps getting better with you.”
Anna hummed. She couldn’t agree more. Their sex had always been amazing, but each time they seemed to outshine their previous effort.
He drew back, his grin mirroring hers. “I don’t know about yours, Kitten, but out of all the dreams, that was one of my particular favorites.”
Anna blinked. They’d never discussed the specifics of their dreams before. But if that had been one of his, then hers were just as hot.
Her mouth twitched as she fought a smile. He set her on her feet and turned off the shower, his gaze narrowing.
“What? Did you have that dream, too? Tell me,” he urged as he toweled her off.
“I’ve had a similar dream,” she admitted. “But it’s not my favorite.” She threw him a coy glance as she stepped out of the shower and towel dried her hair.
His eyes widened and he followed her. “Oh, you have to tell me now.”
She smiled slow and wicked. “I’d rather show you later.”
His deep groan was her only answer.
A warm hand stroked up her bare belly before cupping her breast.
Anna moaned and stretched against the hard body behind her, blinking at the faint light peeking between the wooden slats of the blinds.
"Don't move," his deep voice murmured. Anna's lips lifted in a sleepy smile. She held still, but this time in delight, wondering what other delicious torture James had planned for her.
"Good girl," he purred into her neck as his hand kneaded her sensitive flesh.
She winced as his fingers hit a particularly tender spot. It was a small move, but he caught it.
"Are you sore, Kitten?" His deep voice rumbled through her body.
"A little." She arched into him, not wanting his hands to stop, and brushed the rigid length pulsing against her rear.
James chuckled and rolled her to her back, hovering over her like a leopard about to pounce. He braced his arms and stared down at her, a mix of love and tenderness in his gaze.
