“Mmm?” He brushed his lips against her mound and his gaze turned up to her. The way she watched him pleased him no end. As if nothing else existed outside her need to have his mouth on her. There was a little ridge of skin above her nose, she was concentrating so hard.
He pressed open-mouthed kisses against the sensitive skin and dug the tip of his tongue into the topmost seam of her * lips. She shuddered and her hands found his hair instead of clutching at the shower wall, fingers kneading his scalp.
The next time he rubbed his lips over her mound, she gave a sharp tug. “Adam, stop teasing.”
His wife was a hair-puller.
Good to know.
He hid his grin between her legs and got to work, eating her sweet, hot cunt like a starving man. There was little finesse and no restraint. He wanted to undo her too much.
Needed to make her come.
The barest beginnings of a thank you for what she had done for him today.
One hand was curved around her thigh, keeping it on his shoulder, keeping her balanced. The other cupped an ass cheek, holding her to him when her legs started to shake. Louise rolled her hips and pushed against him, not shy at all. And he took.
Fuck, it worked for him. Not just the taste of her but this wanton side of her that was being exposed.
When her back arched and she cried out, her fingers twisted sharply in his hair, raising a tear. Painful, but oh so worth it. Her whole body quaked and quivered. He almost lost it there and then.
And then there was an almighty thump as the back of her skull hit the tiled wall.
“Princess?”
Her hand flew from his head to her own and she blinked big, pain-filled eyes at him. “Ow.”
Adam eased her leg down and stood, hands spanning her waist to hold her steady. His impatient dick tapped at his belly as if he needed the reminder.
“I think I cracked my skull.” Louise rested her pink face against his chest. Her fingers gingerly tested the back of her head. “Shit.”
He rubbed with careful fingers. “Are you all right?”
“Yeah. Just give me a minute.” Another groan and she nuzzled his chest, drew in a deep breath. Her hands were on him, still at first. But then they started wandering. Petting his sides and straying closer to his ever-hopeful cock.
Closer and closer.
He wished. His balls were aching.
“Louise.” He eased back, cupped her face and kissed her slow and hot and easy. Over and over and over again. Loving how he could. How she let him. “It’s all right. We don’t have to…”
“I want to,” she said, voice all kinds of low and sexy. And the hand wrapped around his cock, stroking. She was killing him but he’d die happy. “I do.”
Thank the gods. So did he.
Adam fitted his hands beneath her rear and lifted. Her arms wound around his neck and her legs enclosed his waist. There was no more thought involved. The need to be inside her had him in a choke-hold. He wrapped his arm around her and he reached beneath her, fitting his cock to her * and lowering her onto him while he thrust up.
Easy. Go easy.
Ohfuckyes.
Hot and wet and perfect. Enclosing his dick in the snug space had him gasping for air and running call signs through his head to keep from coming. Hard to say which of them had been flying solo sex-wise for the longest. “Damn.”
She moaned something. He couldn’t work out what. Never mind—she could tell him later.
Slow and slower.
He could do this. Make it good for her and not rut on her like an animal. But ah hell, the feel of her, inside and out. Complete sensory overload. It had been years since he’d had a woman this way, in his own home with no time restraints. Unpaid.
She made a small noise and her mouth opened against his neck. The damp heat of her breath tantalized the sensitive skin below his ear. She made him shiver. No way did he want to hurt her but he was fighting a losing battle.
Slow and steady strokes to get her used to him. He really did want her to be used to him. Right there and then, he wanted to be second nature to this woman. More than he wanted his next breath, even, and he needed his next breath to keep fucking her, so it was pretty damn important. Everything would be fine. He could do this.
But then she wriggled on his cock and grasped at him with her inner muscles. Heaven have mercy, the feel of her undid him. Adam lost it with a growl. Fucking into her hard and fast, clutching her to him while his body took over. It had been too long. Gods help him.
He came with a shout, his cum jetting out of him, balls drawn tight, hands and hips digging into her. Everything turned gray and his muscles liquefied. It never seemed to end. He might die. She might actually kill him. But hell, he’d go a happy man.
Slowly. Slowly. Reality returned.