I ran my hand over her ass. “You’re doing a hell of a lot to me.” Then I went back to what I had started earlier.
“Oh, yes," she said. I couldn’t tell if it was a whimper or a moan, but either way, it made me want to fuck her so hard she wouldn’t be able to do anything except whimper. Shit, I was going to have to learn to practice restraint with her.
But as I thrust deeper inside her, it became harder and harder hold myself back from what I wanted to do to her, to keep myself from plunging myself inside her over and over, so deeply that she wouldn't be able to walk.
“Cade,” she moaned.
I gripped her breasts, slick with the warm water from the shower, tweaking her nipples between my fingers as I thrust into her again and again. She urged me on, arching her ass to meet me over and over, and I felt her muscles clench down tighter and tighter around me, until I knew I couldn’t take it anymore.
"Oh, fuck, June,” I warned. “I’m close.”
“Oh God,” she said, and then she moaned, this loud cry that came from deep within her. I felt her muscles clamp down around me, pulling me farther inside her, taking all of me. And I let go, releasing inside her once, then again and again, until I finally collapsed against her. Afterward, I stayed there like that, feeling her throbbing around me, still swollen with arousal.
Finally, she turned her face slightly, looking toward me. “So,” she said. “You want breakfast, or are we just going to stand in the shower and screw all day?”
“That's nice of you, offering to cook for me," I said. "I always knew you were domestic and shit." I pulled her hips tighter against me.
June laughed. “I was suggesting that you get your ass in the kitchen and make me something to eat.”
“You’re awful mouthy for someone who was begging me to screw her earlier,” I whispered into her ear.
“And you’re awful uppity for a man who just got laid well,” June said. She paused for a beat. “I like my eggs over easy.”
“Oh, you do, do you?” I pulled away from her and stepped out of the shower, tossing my condom in the trash. I heard her shut off the water and when I turned, I saw her poke her head out of the curtain and smile at me.
I melted just a little bit inside.
This girl knew every button to push with me. It was like I'd been issued an owner's manual at birth, and she had a copy of it, knew exactly what to do with me. With any other woman, that kind of thing would make me feel completely manipulated. Controlled. But June had this way of handling me that made me like it.
“Good thing we’re not in a drought or anything,” she said, grinning. “I think we just used all the water in the county.”
I toweled off, but stopped short when she stepped out of the shower, dripping on the bath mat. God, there was something about watching the water run over her body that was really distracting.
“Towel?” June asked, jolting my attention away from her breasts. “Cade? Did you hear me?”
“Oh, yeah, sure,” I said.
June laughed, the sound light. “Gimme that, you perv,” she said, grasping for the towel.
I pulled it just out of her reach, teasing her before giving in and wrapping the towel around her naked form. I pulled her in toward me, feeling her body pressed tightly against mine, and cleared my throat. “Are you really that hungry?”
“It depends,” she said, standing on her tiptoes to kiss me. “Are you suggesting a different kind of breakfast?”
As she ran her hands over my chest, I felt that familiar stirring. Shit, I hadn't been this wound up about a girl in a long time. Since...well, since I’d been wrapped around the axle over her in high school. June was the only one who could do this to me, the only girl who’d ever been able to wrap me around her finger.
Maybe it's because she's the one.
Shit, I couldn’t be the one for her.
June needed a better man than I was. No matter how good of a man I was trying to be.
I kissed her lightly, savoring the softness of her lips against mine. June leaned forward into me, pressing herself against me, and I reached up to the nape of her neck, grasping at her hair. She moaned softly June wasn’t the only one who knew how to push buttons.
"Cade," June said, pulling back from me. I wouldn’t let her go, kept my fingers threaded through the hair, my hand on her neck. “This is insane.”
"What?" I asked, my chest tight. Shit. Did she want to stop?
"You just..." June looked at me, her eyes big, pupils dilated. No, she definitely didn’t want me to stop. "You make me crazy, you know that?"
Was that good or bad?
I didn't ask.
I didn't want to know.
I reached up, unhooked the towel from between her breasts, and let it fall to the ground. Leaning in close to her, near her ear, I whispered, “Do you want to talk, or do you want to fuck?”