He pulses inside of me and my fingers tighten on his shoulders. If it were anyone else, I would have been embarrassed, but, surprisingly, a part of me feels delightfully wicked having this man under my control, for my pleasure.
I suck my bottom lip into my mouth as I experiment with angles and speeds. The water doesn’t allow for a lot of movement, but the restriction makes me feel even more desperate for release. Jack guides me up so that I’m on my feet above him. Then he shifts his arms so that they’re under my thighs, helping to lift me with each thrust. Penetration is even deeper this way, and I mean deep. When he adds a twitch of his hips, he bumps a spot inside that lights my blood on fire.
Low moans erupt from my throat each time he hits the spot until he focuses his movements so that he’s hitting it with each thrust. I grind down, searching for release, my hands on his shoulders, spreading my hips as far wide as they’ll go, but to no avail.
With one hand Jack urges me forward so that my chest is brushing against his now with each movement. His soft chest hair brushes against my nipples, and I find myself purposefully rubbing against him to increase the feeling. At this angle, each glide brushes against my swollen clit and I can feel my release starting to build.
“What do you need?” he asks in my ear. “I can hear you. You’re close. Fuck, I can feel it.”
“Keep talking,” I say, shivering against him at the low rumble of his voice.
“Are you gonna come for me, baby?” Then his voice catches like he’s overcome by the slick, wet glide just as much as I am. The thought that he’s as much at my mercy makes my hips inch wider until I can’t move. He notices, and he moves his lips to my ear where I can hear all the dirty, explicit rumbles in his chest. The grunts of pleasure. Then he sucks in a breath like he’s about to come and my body trips over itself to join him.
Sounds rip from my throat that I don’t even recognize and I’ve never been a vocal person. He speeds up his thrusts until he’s coming for real, gliding in and out so achingly slow that it prologues the waves of pleasure. The sounds of us together fill the small room until the water goes a little cold and the aftershocks have ebbed.
“You okay?” he asks, holding me close.
“I don’t think I could possibly be better.” I yawn against his chest and he chuckles.
“Think it’s about time I got you to bed, then.”
He shifts underneath me to pull the plug, then helps me to my feet when they plum threaten to give out on me. He grabs a stack of towels and wraps me up in one. The puppy doesn’t even wake when we make it back to the bedroom.
I dry off with rubbery limbs and forgo pajamas, choosing instead to slide under the cool covers. Jack steps into another pair of black boxers and I decide that they’re my new favorite outfit on him. He has an exceptional ass, powerful thighs, and manages to fill them out like they were made for him. I eye him appreciatively as he walks around the bedroom, turning off lights and locking doors and windows.
When he’s done with that, he slips in beside me, putting an arm around my waist and pulling my back to his chest. I fall asleep wrapped in him to the sound of Rosie’s snoring in the corner.
This life with him, the life I’d always dreamt of, all it’s crazy included, is even more beautiful as a reality.
“SHIT.” I SHOOT a furious look around the gym, cursing whoever left the back door propped open to smoke again. This is exactly how vandals got in last year and trashed the place. The last thing I need is for some dipshit to come in and fuck everything up just before I list it on the market.
The phone rings and I glance back at the door before I dip into the office to answer it. I’ve been waiting on the final call from the enlistment guys to confirm and it’s not a call I want to miss.
A sound comes from the hallway leading from the back door, but I ignore it to pick up the phone. “Jack,” I answer, straining to hear the sound again, when it doesn’t come I turn my attention to the voice on the line.
“Hey, asshole.”
Recognizing the voice, I relax a hip onto the edge of the desk. “Grady. So charming. What’s up?”
“Just your friendly neighborhood jarhead calling to make sure you didn’t puss out on the reenlistment.”
I scrub a hand over my jaw. “And miss the opportunity to rub it in? Not a chance. I’m waiting on a call back as we speak. In fact, I thought you were them. You must have a sixth sense.”
“Must have. Listen, I’m glad to hear it. Next thing we gotta do is find you a woman. I met this girl and I swear, I think it’s love.”
“Yeah, I heard mention about you doing some crazy shit. Please tell me you weren’t on a dance show.”
“Dancing under the Stars. You bet your ass. I’ll send you the link.”
“Jesus.”
“Don’t worry, Romeo. I’ll teach you some moves that’ll have the women flocking to your door.”
“I don’t need you to get me a woman. I can do that well enough all on my own.”
His chuckle filters over the line, drowning out another rattle down the hallway. I ignore it to hear his response. “Got yourself a new girl?”
“Nah, not new. The same one.”
“No, shit?”