Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69555 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69555 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
He felt my change and slowed, the next thrust not going as deep.
I curled my free arm around his neck and turned my head so that I could bite down on his neck.
He jolted, grinding his cock into me in reaction to my mouth and tongue now running up and down the cord of his neck.
The new, grinding action sent my nerves to singing, thrumming to the tune of a beat that Nathan was causing my body to sing to.
“You feel like a hot, wet fist around my cock,” he said. “So.” He thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Responsive.”
Each thrust was punctuated with a twist of his hips. A grinding press of his hips as he pulled mine down, getting deep without the sudden, jarring jolt of a thrust.
Whatever it was that he was doing was working, too.
I could feel my orgasm building by the second.
Thrust. Grind. Thrust. Grind.
Over and over he did this until I couldn’t stand it any longer. Latching onto his neck with my teeth, I moaned and tilted my hips just so. On his next grind and thrust, it sent me flying.
My orgasm burst over me. A burst of a cannon firing wouldn’t be an exaggeration to how it felt. One second, I was just a normal woman. The next, I realized that the feeling that Nathan had just invoked from me would never be recreated or topped by anyone else ever again. Nathan could do things to me that I couldn’t even accomplish myself.
The hand that was on the hot water crank twitched and turned.
Nathan hissed and started to come, his cock twitching inside of me as he released himself in hot, long pulses.
That’s when the hot water heater started to kick in and hit Nathan’s back.
He cursed and bailed out of it as fast as he could, pulling me with him, except the shampoo bottles that’d fallen had left a layer of shampoo on the bottom of the shower. Which happened to be exactly where Nathan stepped.
One second we were standing, and the next we were going down.
Luckily Nathan had the decency to land on the bottom, not on top of me, or he would’ve straight up crushed me.
We hit hard, and I was staring in horror at him seconds later.
“Are you okay?” I asked, worried.
He scrunched up his nose and groaned, letting his head flop down onto the ground for a few seconds before the water that was pouring down around us became too hot.
“Yeah,” he groaned and sat up. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
It actually wasn’t that hot. It felt pretty good.
But Nathan was a little bitch after all.
“You’re such a little bitch,” I teased as I stood up.
His cock leaving my body felt like a piece of my soul had gone missing.
Still, we couldn’t stay there all night.
Unfortunately, I had to go to work the next morning and four o’clock came awfully early.
Once I got to my feet, I stood over him and washed my hair with the hot water.
He stayed where he was, his mouth tipped up, as the hot water turned his poor skin bright red.
“What are you looking at?” I asked as I lifted my arms.
“You,” he answered easily. “I can’t say it’s the most comfortable place in the world lying down here, getting water up my nose and in my eyes from the splashing. But you’re goddamn beautiful.”
I snorted.
I wasn’t beautiful.
I was a mess.
But still, I felt like a fucking supermodel all because Nathan was looking at me with sincere eyes.
“You need your eyes checked,” I said as I reached for the soap.
He stood up then, his abs working as he curled himself up off the bathroom floor, momentarily making me forget what we were talking about.
“Wash my back off,” he ordered as he turned around.
I pulled the showerhead off of the holder and aimed it at his back, using my hand to wipe the excess shampoo and conditioner off of his back.
As I did, he shuddered.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “That’s really hot. And not in a good way.”
Grinning, I finished up and started soaping up his back even though it was likely the cleanest he’d ever had it.
Once I was done, I moved onto his legs and his butt.
Only when I was done with the back did I move to the front.
But I didn’t make him turn around.
Instead, I pressed my front against his back and did it by touch only.
I studiously avoided his hard cock, though.
I seriously was going to hate myself in the morning if I didn’t ignore it.
In the end, though, I didn’t even get the choice.
Sadly, the water eventually ran out of heat, but neither one of us seemed to notice.
Oh, and I was definitely really, really late going to bed.
Tomorrow I was going to regret it.
Tonight, though? Not one single regret.
***
The next morning I woke up with a very excited man between my legs, grinding his erection against me, and my alarm blaring.