Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 102167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
“About?” she prompts, turning slightly to face me.
“About how you’ve taken over my bathroom,” I tease, gesturing toward the counter outside the shower.
She laughs, the sound easy and unguarded, and it’s one of my favorite things about her. She’s not embarrassed or unsure. She is who she is, take it or leave it. “You’re welcome,” she says, a playful glint in her eyes.
I grin, pulling her closer and letting the water cascade over both of us. “Don’t think I’m complaining,” I say, my voice low. “I like having you here.”
Her expression softens, and for a moment, the playful banter fades into something quieter, more intimate. She doesn’t say anything, but the way she looks at me says enough. She reaches up, her fingers brushing against my jaw, and I lean into her touch without hesitation.
This…whatever it is between us, it’s new, but it feels like it’s always been there, just waiting for the right moment to surface. And now that it has, I’m not sure I can ever let it go.
My hands find their way to her shoulders and neck again, and I massage my fingers into the skin some more, silently loving the way her body relaxes into my touch. And I keep going until the urge to touch more of her body is undeniable.
I trace my fingers along her tan lines, until I use just one gentle index finger across her hips. I turn her body around, still using that one index finger to trace across her back until both of my hands caress her perfect ass.
It’s round and firm and plump in ways that go straight to my fucking head.
My cock grows harder at the feel of her plush body in my big hands, and I slide that one finger over the curve of her ass until it rests right between her thighs. A little moan leaves her lips.
I press my chest into her back, my finger still precariously hovering at the one place I’m desperate to slide my hard cock into. “Mine,” I whisper gruffly into her ear.
She moans again.
I reach up with both hands and grasp the curves of her breasts, my fingers gently pinching at her nipples while my hard cock presses against the curve of her ass.
“Mine,” I whisper again.
Avery moves her hips, rubbing her ass into my cock, and my head is swimming with need for her. We had sex last night. We even had sex this morning before she got in the shower. But when it comes to her, I never feel like it’s enough.
I want her. All of her. All the time.
Avery spreads her thighs a little, urging me on, and I press the tip of my cock inside her. I’m hard, so fucking hard, and when another little moan leaves her lips, I’m so insanely tempted to push myself all the way in until I’m pressed to the hilt inside her.
But I’m bare. Completely bare. And that reality is not lost on me.
“I don’t have a condom,” I admit, a gruff rasp to my voice.
“So? That’s never stopped you before.”
She’s not wrong. On the island, we had lots of sex without protection, and since we got back, we haven’t been great about remembering a condom either.
But I’ve pulled out. It’s important that I pull out. But fuck, I’d give a lot of things to know what it feels like to come deep inside her.
“Please, Henry,” Avery begs.
How can I say no to that?
I slide myself inside her, droplets of water still splashing onto both of us from the showerhead. I grip her hips and turn her toward the glass shower wall, pressing her body against it as I thrust myself inside her tight pussy. Both of her hands move to the glass, bracing herself, and my eyes catch sight of the erotic display in the reflection of the bathroom mirror. Her breasts are pushed against the glass, and her lips are parted in a way that makes my cock grow even harder inside her.
I can’t take my eyes off us. Off her.
The way her mouth forms a little O when she moans. The way her eyes are heated with arousal. The way strands of her wet hair hang over her shoulders and her breasts bounce with each thrust of my cock.
She’s so tight and so warm and damn near pulsating around me, and the urge to come starts to build at the base of my spine.
“Fuck, you feel so good. Too good,” I say, practically grunting out the words. You’re everything.
Avery whimpers.
I drive myself deeper and deeper. Over and over and over again.
And I can feel her body grow tight like a bow with pleasure. It’s as if each thrust of my cock is pushing her closer to the edge. It’s like her pleasure is my pleasure, and there’s no in-between. If she feels good, I feel fucking good.