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“Okay.” She seems confused, but that’s all the permission I need. I slam my mouth to hers, crushing her between my chest and the shelf. Her hands sneak under my shirt, rucking it up as her fingers trace over my abs, dragging her nails lightly, making my muscles twitch.
This was exactly what I needed. To have her under my hands, under my body, knowing that she’s safe and sound, and, at least for now, she’s mine.
Stella
I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the way James kisses me. He holds nothing back, letting his teeth and tongue roam while I’m completely at his mercy. There’s no ambiguity, no questioning of his intent.
Maybe he doesn’t need to be something I resist. I haven’t changed my mind on a relationship, but the more he touches me, the more time we spend together, the less weight my reasoning seems to hold.
I help him rid himself of his clothes and I audibly gulp.
The last time I saw him naked, we’d been feverish, frantic, too desperate to take it all in.
Now, as I look at him, I remember why I was sore between the legs for a full two days afterwards. I was nervous when I saw it last time. Now, all I can think of is how good it felt, how full he made me, how hard he made me come.
His dick isn’t the only appealing part of seeing James naked. He’s freaking gorgeous.
The v-cut from his abdomen to his pelvis is mouth-watering. I have the strangest urge to lick it. There’s a light dusting of blonde chest hair, only slightly lighter than the hair on his head, but it’s curled a little. He must go to the gym a lot because there isn’t a muscle on his body I can see that looks unattended to.
James carries me to the shower, my ass firmly in his grip, and I purr when the warm water sluices over the both of us. A shower steamer in the corner is letting off scents of eucalyptus and mintas James sets me down. He grabs a bottle and begins lathering soap over my body.
I’m confused. Was he not about to bang me in here?
And then, he sinks to his knees.
His still-lathered hands make their way up my legs, curving around every contour until they wrap around the tops of my thighs. I shudder, the proximity to where I need him making it almost unbearable. His touch skips my sex entirely, curving up my waist to my breasts, my arms, massaging and lathering me as quickly as the warm water washes it away.
My hips cant towards his face, commanding his attention. Looking up at me, he places a sweet kiss on my hipbone before biting it, marking me. I gasp, the sensations so at odds my brain can’t process them.
“You start out so demanding sunshine, but in the end, you always beg so prettily.” The low rasp of his voice scrapes through my insides, my thighs quivering in anticipation as he situates himself at the apex of my thighs, placing scalding kisses on my legs, skirting the area where I need him most.
I sink my hands into his hair, steadying myself as he drives me mad. A frustrated growl slips out of me as he bypasses my clit again and the subtle vibration of his laugh drives me further into insanity. He looks up at me, never taking his eyes off me as he dives in and sucks hard on my clit with no warning. I cry out, and I would have fallen over if he wasn’t holding me up by my hips. I rest my back against the cold tile, handing over control.
James loops my leg over his shoulder as he devours me, sucking and licking until my moans turn into screams. I don’t have the leverage to push into his face or make him do anything and he is evilly aware of the fact. I don’t know how long it’s been. By the time he has me falling apart on his tongue the water’s running cold.
James reaches out and turns off the water while remaining fixated on my pussy, lapping up my release as I continue to writhe in his hold. My grip on his hair becomes impossibly tight, yanking him up to look at me.
“James, please.”
“Fucking hell,” he growls as he stands up, hoisting me up with him. I cling to him as he steps out of the shower, spinning me to face the mirror as he presses up against my back. He grazes my ribs, trailing up until he’s cupping my breasts, expertly rolling my tight nipples in his fingers. Any tension in my body has melted away, every thought emptied under his caress.
“Do you want me?” He asks, as though I’m not already dripping down my thighs. I push my hips into him, gripping the counter in front of me. I meet his eye, every unspoken word flowing between us.
“Yes,” is the only word I need to say. He grabs a condom from a drawer, sliding it on with impressive speed.
My vision falters as he slowly pushes inside me, the near-painful stretch making me cry out in pleasure. I would be embarrassed by the low, intense moan he drags out of me, but I’m so blissed out I don’t have room in my mush-turned mind to care. He circles his hips, hitting every nerve ending inside of me, drenching my soul in decadent ecstasy. A fresh wave of unadulterated arousal pours over me as he sinks even deeper. I can’t catch my breath.
My arms shake as he increases his rhythm, implanting himself so deep inside me I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get him out.
And I don’t want to.
I give up trying to match his pace, letting him use my body and manipulate me how he needs me, knowing that my pleasure will be fulfilled no matter what.
Because I trust him.
Never once have I thought he would hurt me. He’s never lied to me. He’s taken care of me. I don’t need to give a single thought about whether or not to let him have my body the way he wants.
His grip slides up to my throat, lifting me from the counter to stand flush against his chest, his thrusting never stopping for a moment. The change in angle makes me moan, arching my ass into him to take him deeper. James uses his thumb to turn my attention to the mirror, watching my breasts bounce with every thrust, seeing the deep flush appear all over my neck and chest. My hair is damp and wild, my eyes half-closed in ecstasy, my mouth hanging open as sounds pour from me, unbidden. Pleasure licks its way up my spine as James reaches to thumb my clit.
