and he starts working his cock harder.
I blink at him. “I didn’t think you’d mind if I came in here and gave myself an orgasm while I was waiting for you.”
He exhales sharply. “I don’t mind. I’m just glad I made it back in time to watch.”
I angle my head and feign surprise, and as I do I wonder what the hell is going on with me. I never act like this, all confident and sexy and playful, but I have to say, I like the side of me he brings out. It’s fun.
“You do?”
“Yeah, I do,” he growls. He glances at the nozzle, his body so taut I worry something might snap. “Show me, Josie. Show me how you make yourself come.” His gaze lifts to mine and I’m sure I’ve never seen him so aroused, so serious. “But after this, your orgasms are all mine. I don’t want you to have to work for anything. I am going to make you come so many goddamn times you’re not going to be able to walk by Christmas.”
I smile, loving that idea as I spread my legs and center the nozzle between my legs. The hot spray bursts over my aroused clit, and a moan slips from my mouth. The sound is followed by tortured curses coming from the man working his cock in front of me. I move the nozzle and run it around my clit until pleasure gathers, focuses. I close my eyes, my head back and concentrate as one hand closes over my breast and rubs my nipple.
“Fuck yeah,” he grumbles, his touch traveling through my body. “That feel good, baby?”
“God, yes.” I move my hips, rock gently into the spray, shocked that I still have the ability to stand. His hand leaves my breast and the second he puts a finger inside me, I break like a dam around him, my body giving in to the pleasure as hot cum mingles with the warm spray.
“You are so goddamn beautiful when you come,” he says and I open my eyes to find him staring at me, the blue in his eyes a deeper, darker shade as he focuses in on me. He takes the nozzle from me, puts it back in the cradle and turns me until I’m facing the back of the shower. He puts my hands back on the wall and he widens my legs with his foot. I whimper as his cock slaps against my ass.
“Brody,” I cry out, and he doesn’t make me wait, doesn’t make me beg for what I need. Instead, he slides into me in one hard thrust and I scratch at the wall as he completely, beautifully fills me. It’s crazy how much I needed this, needed him.
One hand goes around my waist to hold me, the other on my back, keeping me bent forward as he pulls out and slams back in again, taking as much as he’s giving. His skin is hot against mine, no barriers to separate our flesh, which makes this hotter, sexier.
“You are so hot and tight, I’m not going to last.”
“You don’t have to last, Brody. We can do it again later. All night, in fact. I don’t have anywhere else to be.”
“Good, because there’s nowhere else in the entire world I’d rather be than inside you.”
My heart misses a beat at the way he makes me feel important, cherished. This guy could be with any woman he chooses and it’s me he wants.
Don’t let that go to your head, girl. This is just sex. Great sex, but sex nonetheless.
His other arm goes around my waist, and he reaches down to stroke my clit, and much to my surprise the third orgasm of the day hits, and as I soak his cock with my hot juices, he slams high and deep, hugs me tighter and spills his seed in me.
“I feel you,” I cry out, as emotions clog my throat. Tears threaten as he fills me, not just my body, but my heart too. I’d forgotten how nice it was to be touched, to be held. Brody is doing crazy things to my body, my heart and my soul.
He presses kisses to my back as he continues to pump me full of his seed, and I love that we have nothing separating us, and that when he drips out of me later, it will bring a smile to my face and take me back to this exact moment.
He pants hard, and his warm breath sends shivers down my spine. He mistakes it for being cold, and with his cock still inside me, he tugs me until I’m upright. He backs us up until the warm water is on us and we both stand there in silence, lost in our own thoughts as we come down from our high.
He moves my wet hair from my neck and kisses my shoulder. “How do you feel?” he asks, breaking the quiet as the water starts to cool. Not sure I can—or should—put into words what I’m really feeling, I move and he slides from my body. I turn to face him, the smile on my mouth telling him all he needs to know.
He chuckles, and brushes the back of his knuckles over my flushed cheek. “Same.” Warm lips find mind for a tender kiss. “How about we get out of here, and I’ll make us something to eat.”
“Okay,” I say lazily, dreamily.
“Or do you want me to carry you back to bed?”
“Okay,” I say again and he just laughs.
His eyes widen. “Wait, you have to call your parents.”
My heart skips a beat. I love that he’s so worried about me talking with my parents. I guess my relationship with them means a lot to him, knowing he’s never had much of a relationship with his own.
“Dressed. First.”
He laughs. “You go to your room, get dressed, and call your parents. I’ll go make us something to eat.”