Page 67 of The Love You Fight For
I want him.
I want him more than I have ever wanted anything in my entire life. Nothing before this moment exists, nothing after it matters. All I know is him, here and now.
For right now, in this minute, standing naked under the stars wrapped up in this man—this is my true north.
SEVENTEEN
Slowly,I walk her backward toward the shower.
I don’t break our kiss. I don’t stop touching her, and she doesn’t release me. She pulses her hand around my cock, squeezing my piercing, and I grow impossibly harder. I fist her wet blond hair in my hand and kiss her relentlessly until we’re stumbling into the outdoor shower and I’m fumbling with the knob.
When the shower turns on and the water rushes over us, we both gasp. It’s cold, but it warms quickly, and she presses her naked body closer until every inch of her front is covering mine. I use my hands to push her hair back off her face, kissing her lips and cheeks and neck.
I reach for the bottle of bodywash I brought and squeeze a little on my hand, and then I run my palms over her. I lather her up, taking care to soap every inch of her body. I caress her breasts and tease her nipples, then run my hand between her ass cheeks. I cover her in bubbles, then she reaches for the bodywash to do the same to me.
“Should I get you clean, filthy boy?” she teases as she soaps up my abs, moving to my ass cheeks before finally taking my dick in her hands again.
I grin and thrust into her grip, groaning at the way my piercing feels against her palms.
“Only if you’ll let me dirty us up again after.”
I spin us and move her back under the showerhead, and she giggles with surprise. It’s the sweetest fucking sound. I slide my hands down her back and give her ass a squeeze before lowering myself to my knees in front of her. The cement bites into my skin, but I barely feel it. My awareness is focused solely on Sam’s hands in my hair and the soft, needy whimpers I’m drawing from her. I kiss her pelvis, bite the soft flesh at her hips, then use my hands to push her thighs farther apart.
When I look up into her face, what I see captivates me. She’s backlit by the moon and stars above as water cascades down around us, her blond hair almost shining in the darkness with an aura of starlit steam around her head. Like an angel’s halo. Like a queen’s crown. It makes my breath catch in my throat.
“You’re gorgeous, princess,” I whisper over her skin. “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”
She brushes her fingers through my hair and smiles, but it’s sad. Wistful in a way that breaks my heart.
“No.” Her voice cracks. “You are.”
She trails her fingers to my face and rubs her thumb over my cheek. Softer than I’ve ever seen her. A tenderness I’d never expect. I could stay here forever, on my knees, supplicating at her feet.
I press another kiss to her body, just above her pussy, and her eyes flutter shut. Gently, I kiss her clit before licking her thoroughly, tasting the arousal pooling between her thighs. I lap at her, tonguing her pussy before moving up to suck on her clit again.
“Oh fuck,” she whispers to the sky, tightening her grip on my hair. “Oh, Chris. Please.”
I lift one of her legs and drape it over my shoulder, baring her more to me.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I say, then blow lightly on her clit.
Sam sucks in a breath and tightens her hold on my hair. I press my knuckle onto her clit, then drag it through her pussy lips until Iget to her entrance. Slowly, I slip my finger into her, and she hums before pushing against my hand for more.
“There’s my greedy girl.” I chuckle, blowing lightly on her clit again as I thrust into her with my finger. “You’ve got such a greedy little pussy, princess. This perfect, greedy little cunt.”
I put a second finger into her pussy, and she moans, bucking against me.
“Patience, baby.” I give her swollen clit a kiss. “Be patient, and I’ll give you anything you want.”
“I want your mouth on me,” she rasps, so I lick her, making her whimper. “Yes, like that. God, I love your mouth.”
I smile as I lick her again, thrusting my two fingers in and out of her as she writhes on me. I suck her clit into my mouth and hum around her.
“Oh, god, do that again,” she says. “Do it again, please.”
“Do I have the princess begging?” I tease. “A royal begging a peasant.” I graze her clit with my teeth, and she sucks in another harsh breath. “I’m the one on my knees, but you’re the one begging. I think I like that.”
She opens her mouth to sass me, but I don’t give her the chance. I thrust my fingers into her harder and take her into my mouth again. I flick my tongue faster, then swirl and suck in a torturous rhythm until she’s quaking around me.
