“Please what, baby?” I asked before flicking the tip of her other nipple with my tongue.
“I need you to touch me,” she whimpered softly.
I licked her nipple again, this time swirling around the dark tip in a circle. “Like that?”
“More than that,” she panted, fighting to keep her hands flat to the shower tile.
I moved to the other breast and plucked it hard into my mouth, finishing with a little pinch of teeth over her nipple. She went rigid underneath my touch and gasped out the loveliest sexual cry I’d ever heard, soft and abandoned and beautiful. “That’s a sound I like to hear out of your sweet mouth, baby. I want to hear that from you again and again and again. Can you make that sound for me one more time?” I clamped down onto the other nipple in the same way with my mouth and slid my free hand right in between her legs. “Oh, f**k, you’re so slippery, baby. Let me hear you!” I worked over her slick cleft, sliding back and forth on her clit until she melted there against the shower wall for me in perfect sexual submission.
She made the sound for me again too.
I kept my hand on her pu**y and my eyes on her face, watching every exquisite flutter and undulation of her body as I made her orgasm. After a moment she lifted slow eyes to mine and kept them there. “That was f**king beautiful to watch,” I said.
“I want this now,” she whispered, gripping around my c**k and bringing it to slide against all that slippery, hot heaven between her legs.
“Say it with words.” I pulled my hips back.
“I want your c**k inside me, deep.”
“You do, hmmm?” I pressed inward, sliding my length back and forth along her pu**y lips, working up a nice friction for me and round two for her.
“Yes! Please!” she begged.
“But you were a bad girl and took your hands off the wall. I told you to leave them there,” I said, still stroking in and out through her slick folds.
“Sorry . . . I just couldn’t wait . . .”
“You’re so impatient, baby.”
“I know!”
“What do you want from me now?” I asked, my mouth at her neck and my c**k still moving slowly down below.
“I want you to f**k me and make me come again.” She said it so soft, so pleading, like she really would be hurting if I didn’t f**k her. It flipped a switch in me when she said it like that. Gave me permission to take her further than we’d done before, to get more out of her. It was the best feeling ever. In the whole goddamn f**king world.
“Put your arms around my neck and hold on.” I gripped under each of her thighs and lifted her up. “Wrap ’em around me, baby, so I can give you what you want!”
She pressed her legs around my hips and her back up against the tile. She said my name. “Ethan . . .”
“Yes, my beauty?” She panted at me. “You look so beautiful waiting for me to f**k you up against this shower wall. You love to be f**ked on walls, don’t you?”
Her eyes flared and she rocked her spread hips against me in frustration. “Yes!”
“I’ll tell you a little secret, baby.”
“What?!” she protested, totally out of patience with me.
I positioned the bell end right at the gate of her sex and buried myself to the balls.
“Oh my God!” she yelped as she took me inside, her eyes rolling back for an instant.
“I love f**king you on walls.” I pounded her hard, the tight squeeze of her cunt pulsing around my c**k sending me reeling in a haze of instant pleasure so intense I didn’t know how long I could hold on. I wanted to last forever. “Remember the night I f**ked you on the wall in your flat?” I gritted out. “You felt so good then and you feel so good now.”
“Yessssssss,” she shuddered through the hard drilling, her hands gripping tightly for leverage. “I wanted you to. I loved it. I hated when you left afterward.”
She was nearly sobbing now as we worked ourselves into a frenzy together, totally merged in body and in mind. Brynne was right there with me the whole way. We connected so perfectly it almost hurt to feel it. Not almost—it f**king did!
Fucking Brynne hurt so good. It always had and I knew it always would.