Page 96 of Burdened Bonds
“May I join you, Miss Blackwaters?”
“What?” I hiss. “With Winnie wandering the hallways and Azlan and Renzo too.”
“I’m sure we can find a way to be quiet. I’d happily gag you, Miss Blackwaters.” He sidles up to me and leans down to nibble my neck, halting when he comes a few inches from my skin. “Shit, you really do stink.”
He clicks his fingers, the water coming raging down, andthen he pushes me under. I scream automatically, but actually the water is a perfect temperature – scorching hot. I can’t help closing my eyes and tipping my head backwards, letting the water run over my face.
Maybe if I stood here long enough, it would wash away the unnerving feeling I have lingering from that dream, a dream that’s playing around and around in my head. Was there something there? Some clue, some hint, that would tell me where the beast was, how to find it?
A pair of strong arms twist around my waist and I’m pulled against the muscular form of Stone.
“I missed you, Blackwaters,” he whispers. “It’s good to have you back in my arms.”
“Even though I stink?”
“Not for long you won’t.”
He reaches for the shampoo bottle, squirts the gel onto the crown of my head and then massages it into my hair, scratching his nails against my scalp.
“Good?” he asks.
“So good,” I mutter.
He washes the bubbles away and then takes the soap next, rubbing it between his hands until they are foaming with bubbles. He looks down at my body and groans.
“Fuck, where to start.” I raise an eyebrow at him, snatching the soap into my hands and rubbing it between them. His gaze lingers on my chest. “Your tits do look particularly filthy. Perhaps I’ll start there.”
“My tits are not …” I protest but my words die away as he massages my breasts, pinching my nipples and ringing them with his thumbs.
“I’m pretty dirty myself you know, Miss Blackwaters,” he says, his hands roaming over my belly and down between my legs.
I giggle. “You are definitely dirty, Professor.” Damn dirty, so dirty he makes my legs shake.
“Then, are you going to return the favor?”
“Where would you like me to start?” I ask as his fingers creep between the lips of my pussy and begin to ring my clit.
“My cock, sweetheart,” he growls, “start with my cock.”
I peer down his body, over the ridges of muscles and trails of inks and down to his cock. It’s already stiff and curled towards me like an invitation.
I bite my lip and take him in my hands, hot and hard. I rub up and down his shaft, the water spilling over our faces and our bodies, and then I cup his balls, pressing against that point I know he likes right behind them.
He growls again, his fingers working faster and when I start to moan, he snaps, “Enough.” And pushes me hard up against the tiles, grinding his cock against my belly, right against the point where my bond is thrumming with excitement.
“Come for me,” he orders, “come for me, sweetheart, and then I’m going to fuck you.” I whimper, my legs beginning to shake. I’ve missed him touching me but I didn’t realize how much I’d missed it until now. In fact, I’m damn needy for this, practically wild. I grind my pussy against his fingers and his magic sparks against me, making me cry out with how good he feels.
“Fuck this,” he mutters, and then he’s dropping to his knees under the shower and burying his mouth between my legs like he’s just as needy, just as hungry, just as wild. He thrusts his tongue right up inside my pussy, groaning as he does and then he’s eating me out, alternating between flicking and licking at my clit, and French kissing my pussy, his magic enveloping me and making everything more intense.
When I come, it’s so powerful my legs give way, and I slide down the wall as ecstasy shimmers through my body. He rocks back, watching me, his fingers inside me and massaging me through my orgasm, and then he’s kissing my mouth, pulling me up onto his lap and into his arms. He lowers me onto his cock and we both groan together, the feeling too good to bear.
“I’m never letting you out of my sight again, sweetheart,” he says, one hand gripping my ass as the other pushes wet hair away from my face. And then I’m riding him, just as wild and needy and greedy as I was before. Sliding up and down him, grinding on him, working him all along my pussy.
The water falls over our faces and runs down our bodies, splashing around us on the wet tiles, and steam rises up towards the ceiling.
He drops his head and sucks on my nipples as I ride him, his fingers back at my clit and when I come the second time, it’s even better than the first, especially when I squeeze and clench around him and he follows right after me, holding me tight in his arms as he does and telling me just how much he loves me.
“You love me?” I ask as we both collapse panting on the wet tiles, that confession completely flooring me.
