Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“Fuck. Too slippery in here.” I tried putting a hand on his shoulder but still couldn’t get the leverage I needed.
“Aye-eeee,” he yelped as the water went from hot to pleasantly warm to frigid within ten seconds.
“Add new tankless water heaters to the B&B plans.” Shutting off the water, I yanked him, me, and the lube out of the shower. As I toweled us off, I caught sight of us in the mirror. “Here, I’ve got an idea.”
“Bed?”
“Bed is boring. And too damn far away.” I guided him to the vanity in front of the mirror, urging him to bend forward. Releasing him, I quickly wiped the steam off the mirror with the towel. “Right here. Watch us.”
“I am.” He sounded breathless as he arranged himself so his head was propped on his arms and turned toward the large mirror. I’d redone the bathroom lighting myself to ensure a soft, romantic glow, and the globe fixtures made Monroe’s skin golden and the droplets of water clinging to both of us sparkle. “Do it.”
“So demanding,” I chided as I added fresh lube to my shaft and his rim. “Watch me push in.”
“That’s it.” He thrust his ass up to meet me, and with the added traction of the fluffy rug, I easily found the best angle to press in. Slowly. Like always, but smoother now because I trusted Monroe that much more these days, knew he wanted it.
“God. Your face.” I stroked his back, marveling at how his eyes went wide like he was trying not to blink, pupils blown with pleasure, jaw falling open on a moan, muscles in his neck and shoulders flexing with each thrust. His body was hot and tight, and mine. I made a possessive noise, wanting more moans, more closeness, more Monroe. “Come here.”
Adjusting my hips, I pulled his torso up and back, holding him to me with one hand right below his throat and the other on his abs, using the grip to go deeper and harder against that spot he loved so much.
“Damn.” He moaned, head falling back against mine. “You look like an immortal vampire lover, about to turn me to the dark side.”
“The fact you can still spout poetry says I’ve got work to do.” I thrust again, harder, faster, watching us in the mirror. My hair hung around my shoulders in damp strands, but it was likely my intense expression that inspired Monroe’s remark. Like my grip on his body, my eyes were deadly serious, yet the emotions churning in me were anything but grim. Every time he moaned, I loved him that much more, loved that he so willingly gave himself, loved that he let me take him to this place of pure need.
“Do it.” He stretched his neck against my hand until I got the idea and more securely dug my thumb into his collarbone, splaying my fingers over his throat. “Bite me. Mark me. Come in me.”
“Fuck. You keep talking like that, and this is gonna be quick.” I couldn’t reach his mouth for a kiss, but I could nip at his shoulders, watching the way each graze of my teeth made his eyes flare.
“Good. I want that.” He clenched his internal muscles hard and then released, sucking my cock deeper, working my cock with a precision I hadn’t known was possible.
“Hey, now. None of those naughty tricks.” I groaned because it felt so fucking spectacular. I was going to have to read up on this ass wizardry so I could pay Monroe back the next time I bottomed. And hell, simply the thought of him in me, flipping the fuck, had me pushing that much harder into him. “Want you to come too. Want you to watch yourself in the mirror.”
“I am.” He locked gazes with me in the glass as he wrapped a hand around his cock. He didn’t have much room to work but didn’t seem to need it, breath quickening and body tensing from the first stroke.
“See how gorgeous you look with me in you.”
He made a low, desperate noise. “Please. Please.”
“That’s it.” I licked what I could reach of his ear. “I said you were gonna beg me for it.”
“Fuck. We’re so hot together.” Monroe stopped mid-stroke to admire us in the mirror, and that wouldn’t do, so I yanked him more firmly against me, the deepest thrust yet. He clenched and rippled, involuntary now, shudders racing through him.
And then I slowed the fuck down, little shallow thrusts as I ate up each of his whines and moans. “Come on, now. Ask me.”
“Please. Please. Harder. You know what I need.”
“Always. Always. Always gonna give it to you.” All I’d needed was that first please, and I was hammering deep and fast. “Whenever you ask. And sometimes, even when you don’t. Because I know you. I know what you need. Don’t need words.”