Page 44 of The Getaway

Bri keeps me on my toes, wondering what she’s going to do or say next and makes me crave her even more.

At this point, it’s not even just that I’m physically attracted to her. While the chemistry between us is unlike anything I have ever felt, there was so much more to her.

We’ve kept things easy, not diving into heavy topics or anything that is deeply personal, yet we can hold a conversation about anything. And if we can’t, there’s a comfortable silence that falls between us that neither of us feel we have to fill.

Every part of me wants to ask her if she feels this connection too, or if it’s just me. But every time I think of a way to address it, I chicken out, not wanting to ruin what little we do have.

Bri glances at me over her shoulder, that sexy little grin playing on her lips as she takes a step toward the bedroom.

“We should shower and clean ourselves up.”

She reaches for the hem of her cover-up and pulls it over her head. I take my time, appreciating every inch of exposed skin and groaning at the sight of those tempting bathing suit bottoms.

When I saw them earlier, I was convinced they were designed specifically to tease me. Looking at the perfect curve of her ass being hugged and shaped beautifully, I know that to be true. I take a step toward her, the need to have her in my hands almost becoming unbearable.

But she pays me no mind and heads toward the bathroom as she reaches a hand up behind her to tug at the bikini top string. All I can do is follow after her, watching as she drops the top to the floor and makes her way inside.

The bathroom is simple, open, and white like the rest of the bungalow. It’s meant to showcase the glass shower. However, it’s hard to think of anything other than the different ways I could fuck her against the tiled walls or how she could ride my cock while I sat on the wooden bench. Or even how I could kneel before her and feast on her delicious pussy.

Leaving those damn bottoms on, she turns the shower on, testing the water with her hand before finally turning to me. My gaze immediately trails over her breasts, admiring the way they hang so perfectly and wishing my tongue was on them.

I close the distance between us, pausing only to lose my shirt and swim trunks, and don’t stop until she’s backed up against the glass shower. There’s no hiding how turned on I am, and it’s not something I even try to keep from her, letting my erection press against her lower stomach as I cup one of her breasts in my hand.

“You are the perfect temptress,” I murmur before bending forward to wrap her nipple in my lips. Bri gasps and my cock instantly reacts to the sound.

After paying equal attention to the other side, I trace my hands down her ribs until finding the edge of her bottoms and hooking my fingers in them. She watches me with hooded eyes as I let them drop around her feet and steps out, kicking them to the side.

Wrapping my hands around her thighs, I bend slightly and lift her up, carrying her into the shower. She kisses me, her tongue immediately finding mine for a slow, deep kiss.

It’s as if we’re both trying to savor this, like we both need this to last.

How am I supposed to walk away from the first person to make me come to life like this?

I press her against the tiled wall and memorize every detail about how it feels to kiss her. Then I tighten my grip on her thighs, lifting her slightly so my cock rests between us.

“Noah,” Bri pants out, breaking the kiss and looking at me.

Swallowing thickly, I hold her gaze, afraid that if I speak, I will ruin this perfect moment. Her eyes bounce between mine, and it’s then I notice the crease in her brow as she watches me.

For a long moment, we simply stare at each other, silently spilling what we’re feeling but never saying the words.

Bri shifts in my arms, making her warm pussy slide along my hard length. The next grind of her hips is timed perfectly with mine and we both groan when the head of my cock notches at her entrance.

Without breaking our heated and emotion filled stare off, I slowly push into her. My teeth grind at her warmth, taking every inch of me so beautifully.

By the time I’m fully in, we’re both panting heavily, and I have to tighten my grip on her thighs to keep her from moving.

Her wet hair hangs to one side, clinging to her shoulder as she wraps her arms around my neck. I pull my hips back, letting my cock slip out until only the tip remains before slamming back in.

She moans, nodding her head and grinding her clit against my pelvis.

Neither of us speak as I fuck her slowly in the shower, not that I would even know where to start. I feel everything and it’s as if nothing but doing this is the right thing to do.

From the first moment Bri and I slept together, neither of us held back on our bedroom talk. It’s been easy to praise and worship her, especially when all the dirty words that slipped from her mouth sound like music to my ears.

But right now, it feels as if we’re standing in a very fragile bubble and at any moment, it’s going to burst.

So instead of saying anything, we hold each other’s gaze until we’re both breaking the silence as we cum with each other’s name leaving our lips.

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