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I didn’t have to clarify. Maven smiled shyly, nodding.
“Fuck.” I kissed her then, framing her face and holding her to me. “Thank you.”
“For letting you fuck my ass?” she asked on a laugh.
“For trusting me to,” I said, and I pushed up so she could look into my eyes, so she could see that I cherished the fact that I got to touch her, taste her, fuck her. “Did you like it?”
She drew a line down my chest. “It was really hot,” she confessed, her skin heating against mine with the admission. “It felt…different.The orgasm. Like… deeper, somehow. I can’t believe I came like that.”
“I think I’m keen to make you come again,” I said, kissing along her collarbone before sucking one of her nipples between my teeth. “I have yet to taste you tonight.”
“We both need to clean up first,” she said on a laugh.
I paused at that, noting where we stuck together with a smile. “Fair point.”
Then, I stood, hauling her up into my arms as she laughed and wrapped her arms around my neck to hold on.
I carried her to the shower, dropping her only long enough for her to put a cap around her hair. When we were both inside, the hot water streaming down our backs, we were silent, each of us washing the other and stealing kisses in-between.
I lathered her body with soap, washing every inch, careful when I slid a cloth between her thighs and gently cleaned her there, too.
But when we were rinsed, I didn’t turn off the water, didn’t let her reach for one of the towels we’d laid out.
Instead, I knelt in front of her, hiking one thigh onto my shoulder and leaning her against the wall for my first taste of the night.
CHAPTER 29
DIRTY LITTLE SECRET
Maven
My entire body was sore.
It wasn’t the kind of sore after an intense hot yoga flow, either. It was bone deep, the kind I could only imagine a person might feel after running their first marathon. In my case, it had been a sex marathon — one I did not train properly for. But I didn’t regret it. That soreness was delicious, the kind that reminded me in little flashes of everything that had happened.
My hands ached from gripping onto Vince the night before, my toes from how they’d curled, my thighs from how they’d quivered, my neck from how it’d held my head up while I watched him fuck me. My core burned from the cardio, my pussy from being filled, and — a new sensation — my ass from being taken for the first time.
And while I wanted to stretch out all my sore muscles, I couldn’t, because I was covered by thick thighs and hair-dusted arms, Vince’s warmth surrounding me and holding me to him.
I tried to wriggle free, laughing when I didn’t so much as make the behemoth of a man budge. But he did stir at my attempt, and he wrapped me up tighter, kissing the back of my neck.
“Trying to escape already?”
His words rumbled through me, and I bit back a smile, snuggling into his arms. It had been so long since I’d been held like that.
Of course, that reminder made my eyes bulge open wide.
Because the last man who had held me like that had also broken me completely.
I swallowed down my panic, drawing circles on Vince’s arm. “I need to stretch.”
“Mm, I can help with that,” he said, his voice low and seductive as he pressed his hard-on against my ass. I’d no sooner let out a laugh before I was pinned in the sheets, his hips between my thighs, my wrists overhead and held against the pillows.
“No, I mean seriously, I am sore as hell,” I said against his lips. “I need to stretch.”
“I’ll stretch you out,” he promised. “After breakfast.”
And then he was kissing down my body, his scruff tickling the entire way.
