Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 132332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 441(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 441(@300wpm)
“It’s not the pain.” He closes his eyes. “It’s you naked on your knees taking care of me.”
“Uh-huh.” I stroke him gently, just lazily sliding my hand over his flesh, enjoying the way my touch seems to uncoil the tension from his body. Admiring the rivulets of water running and glistening against his muscles. His eyelids drop and I lean forward, wrapping my lips around his cock.
“Charlotte,” he sighs, threading his fingers through my hair.
I hum and suck him deeper, slide back, then take him again. His legs shake and he braces his palms against the tile. I open my mouth, releasing him and using my hand, then gently lick the tip, stopping to wiggle my tongue against the underside.
His hands drop from the wall and gather my hair into a tight knot. I moan from the sweet tugging sensation prickling over my scalp and suck deep, taking him to the back of my throat.
“Char.” His voice holds a note of warning. “I can’t be gentle right now.”
I hum and nod to encourage him, and relax my jaw. He grips my hair tighter and moves his other hand to the back of my head, pressing tight. He lied, though. No matter how rough he is, there’s always an edge of gentle protection to his movements. He cradles my head, careful not to ram me into the shower wall with each hard thrust.
“Fuck, I love the way you swallow my cock,” he whispers in a harsh rush of words. “You love it too.”
Good God, his teasing raspy voice ignites a throbbing between my legs.
I flick my gaze up, staring at him. Just a hint of the devil lurking behind his eyes peeks out. His lips quirk. “Too full of cock to give me a smart-ass answer, huh?” He thrusts again and I moan around him.
I shift my legs apart and slide one of my hands down.
He tugs on my hair in warning. “Don’t you dare.”
A shudder of excitement flutters over me. I tighten my lips and suck harder.
“Fuck,” he gasps.
Even though I know each telltale sign that he’s close, the first spurt takes me by surprise. He presses me closer, coming down my throat. I swallow and hum, accepting everything.
Breathing hard, he releases me, and presses his hands to the wall again. “Give me a second, Sunshine.” But as he says it, he reaches down and offers his hand, helping me off the slippery floor. He hugs me close, our wet bodies slipping against each other. He cups the side of my face, his thumb brushing my cheek. “Thank you.” He crushes his mouth against mine.
Careful not to touch his injury, I curl my arms around him, leaning into the kiss.
TELLER
Showering with Charlotte dissolved the filth of the night into steam that drifted away, leaving me restored.
My knees are still weak from coming but I’m not finished. We quickly dry off in the bathroom and by the time we step into the bedroom, I can’t wait another second.
“I need to taste you.” I push her on the bed and unhook the towel tucked over her breasts.
“What? No, I’m fine. You need to have the doctor look at that cut.”
“Doc can wait. I need to make you come.” I kneel in front of her and curl my fingers behind her knees, pushing them apart. “Need to shove my face between your thighs. Best medicine for me.”
She falls back on her elbows, keeping herself lifted so she can watch everything I do to her. I rub my cheek against her inner thigh, nuzzling her soft, pliant flesh. Still damp from our shower, she smells like sweet rain. “You were going to touch yourself in the shower, weren’t you?” I tease, running my tongue along the crease between her leg and hip.
“That tickles.” She laughs softly and twines her fingers in my hair.
“Not trying to tickle you. Trust me.” I run my middle finger through her slickness, slow and teasing. A hint of what I want to do to her. I stop and trace circles around her clit. Once. Twice. Two trips are all she needs to buck her hips and beg for more.
I push one finger inside her, groaning at how wet she is. My cock jerks, already eager to be surrounded by her. Sliding my palms against her thighs, I open her wider.
I do exactly what I promised and press my face against her pussy, inhaling her scent, then trace my tongue through her slit, stopping to swirl around her clit.
“Oh.” Her thighs quiver and her hands grip my hair tighter.
I pull back and lightly flick the tip of my tongue against her. “Like that?”
“God, yes.”
I circle her clit with my tongue again. Her hips rock forward to meet me. A thousand dirty words I want to whisper come to mind but I can’t take my mouth off of her for a second.