Page 94 of Adrift

I do as he asks, and I turn before sitting on my knees with my legs spread apart over his thighs. His erection slides against my ass and I feel myself get wet again.

The water comes up to my mid-thigh and the contradiction between its warmth with the cool air on my chest rouses every sensory cell inside my body, spurring goosebumps along the entire surface of my skin.

Darian reaches behind him, grabbing a couple of hand towels. “Here, place these under your knees.” His hands slide up and down my thighs as I put the towels under my knees before he pulls me back into him.

His hand comes around my waist to my front and he massages my thigh, near the crease between my leg and my once-again throbbing center. His movements send little pulses of sensation deep into my core, and I grind down on him helplessly.

Seriously, how is this even possible already?

His fingers tease me between my folds and I lift up, my body instinctively knowing what it needs. Darian straightens his shaft under me and I slide down on it, reverse cowgirl style, fitting around him exquisitely. We both moan at the same time before I abruptly press my fingers to my mouth.

Darian chuckles behind me. His hands wrap around my waist, and I grab hold of the edges of the tub, lifting my bottom up before sitting back down on him. He guides me up and down his shaft, making my head roll back so my hair touches the water over his chest. “That’s it, baby. Take me all the way in.”

I whimper as my core starts to tingle, riding him with his guidance.

Darian turns on the faucet and at first, I think he’s just adding more hot water to the tub but instead, his hand wraps around the flat, handheld shower attachment. He turns it on, the water from the faucet switching to the handheld shower. Using his thumb, he changes the intensity with a button so the water is focused in a strong stream coming out through the middle. He aims it at my swollen nub, sticking out above the water and my body kindles with a new understanding and need.

Oh, God.

“Lean back for me, sweetheart.” His words are mumbled into my shoulder as he rubs his lips all the way to the nape of my neck, pressing kisses over the top of my spine.

I lean back as he starts to pummel me from below. He’s intentional and slow at first, letting me get used to his thickness before he increases his speed. When we find a good rhythm, he adds the intensity of the water stream again, stimulating my clit. His hand moves in small circles, aiming the water exactly where I need it most. The prick of the steady stream vibrating at my center, along with his erection impaling my body, has my eyes rolling into the back of my head. I feel heady and delirious, like I’m having an out-of-body experience.

“Oh, my God, Darian! Oh, yes,” I wail as the pressure builds inside me, making me feel like I’m rocking somewhere between reality and fantasy.

Darian brings the shower head closer, letting the stream pellet me in such a way that it sends electricity coursing through every vein in my body. I feel charged, as if I could power an entire city, as my orgasm speeds out of me. I cry out, not giving a shit about his rules to stay quiet, because if he quits on me now, I will fucking kill him.

Darian continues to thrust into me, holding my waist with one hand in a grip that will leave the most memorable of bruises. His other hand trembles but stays with the shower head directed at my pulsing center.

“Rani,” he grunts, pummeling me from below. He speeds up, taking his fill until he can’t take any more. Pressing against my ass, he growls into my neck, thickening inside me before flooding my womb with his seed.

Gasping for breaths, we both collapse backward.

“Oh, God,” I wheeze. “I don’t think I’ll ever catch my breath.”

Darian kisses my temple. “With you, I never want to.”

* * *

I stir awake, feeling the bed shake next to me. Squinting my eyes open, I notice Darian’s body is rigid again and he’s in yet another nightmare beside me. I don’t know what time it is, but with the faintest amount of light coming in through the window, I’d guess it’s sometime right before sunrise.

“Dar,” I whisper, cupping his cheek with my hand. “Baby?” I lay a kiss on his temple, feeling his damp skin under my lips. God, I hate this for him. How long will he keep reliving the same thing?

It’s been two weeks since I came back from visiting my parents, and while Darian has slept soundly for the most part, with us curled into each other, I’ve noticed he’s been restless over the past couple of nights.

He gasps as his eyes flip wide open. “Fuck.” His chest rises and falls as he finds his bearings, turning toward me when he realizes he was just dreaming. “Sorry if I woke you.”

I pull him into my arms and we hold each other. I wish I could do something to help him. “Same dream with Jude?”

He nods.

“Darian, I think you should see a therapist. You need to talk to someone. Maybe they’ll help you realize that none of it was your fault.”

“I’ve tried to schedule some time with a therapist before, but with everything going on, I’ve had to cancel.”

“But I’m here. If you need to make an appointment during the day and stay a little later at work, I can take care of Arman during that time. I’m here to help you.”

He’s silent for a minute. I know he hasn’t fallen asleep because his lips move at the edge of my forehead. “It’ll take weeks, maybe months, to make progress and . . .”

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