Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“Go on,” she said, voice soft, waving toward the shower that was steadily steaming up.
I did, but when I looked back at her, she was kicking out of her shoes, then her shorts, her panties, and her top.
Naked.
Fucking beautiful.
And then she was walking toward me.
“Are you going to let me come in?” she asked, and there was the tiniest trace of insecurity in her voice at that, making me practically jump out of her way to let her move in, then draw the shower curtain, creating privacy. “You can’t reach your back. Or your hair,” she told me, making me realize I must have been giving her a questioning look.
Then she grabbed the silicone loofah thing that one of the girls had given everyone for Christmas, claiming ‘Just because you’re dudes, doesn’t mean your skin doesn’t need a light exfoliating every now and again.’
She soaped it up, then carefully moved it over my body, avoiding my burns.
“Turn,” she demanded, and I could have sworn I heard desire in her voice, but her head was ducked, and there was a good chance that I was just hearing what I wanted to hear because we were naked and I was hard.
So I turned, and the loofah worked little circles over my shoulders and back, easing tensions I hadn’t even known I’d been holding onto.
When she was done, I turned again.
“Wet your hair,” she demanded as she squeezed shampoo into her hands.
Then this woman did the only thing that could make me even more fucking hard in that moment.
She moved in close, went up on her tippy toes, and started rubbing the shampoo into my hair.
Which meant her breasts pressed up against my chest, her nipples going hard at the brush of my hair, and she was so close that I could feel the way her breath caught at the sensation.
But she didn’t react, just continued to soap my hair, then rinse her fingers and demand I lean back.
Which I did.
But only so that shampoo didn’t get in my eyes when I looked down at her.
There was the telltale flush over her cheeks and chest. The way her breathing was faster and more uneven. How her eyes looked hooded.
The logistics weren’t great. Unbound ribs, a plastic-wrapped cast.
But, honestly, until I was fully healed, there was never going to be a good way to get intimate with her.
So I lifted my hand, letting it tease up the center of her belly, then between her breasts.
A little shiver coursed through her at the barely-there touch, and she shifted slightly so my hand brushed her breast.
There was no stopping things then.
Grabbing the back of her neck, I hauled her against me as my lips crashed down on hers.
Hard.
Hungry.
She responded in kind, just as needy as I felt, despite it only being an hour or so since I’d been inside of her.
Her hands started to go up, but then paused, fisting at my hips, not wanting to touch me anywhere that might hurt.
It wasn’t long though, before one of her hands was moving down, toying with my cock, with my balls, driving me up until I was fucking aching for release.
“Medicine cabinet,” I rumbled against her lips.
She didn’t stop to ask what I meant, just took her mostly-dry body out of the shower, grabbed the condom, and made her way back in.
Her hand wrapped around my cock as I fumbled to get the wrapper off, working me in confident thrusts until I was brushing her away to slip on the condom.
Finished, I grabbed her again, but this time turned her so that her back met my chest, her ass pushing against my hard cock.
I wanted to bend her forward and slam inside of her, but I fought back that urge, letting my hand slide down her belly, then slip between her thighs, teasing over her clit, slipping inside of her, working her until she was whimpering and grinding back against me.
“Donovan, please,” she cried.
There was no control left in me then as I pulled my hand away. My casted hand landed on her shoulder, pushing her until she leaned forward, bracing her hands against the shower wall, and arching her ass back at me.
I stroked my cock up her cleft for a second, before slamming inside her pussy. Hard. Deep.
Her moan echoed in the shower as her walls tightened around me, holding me in deep.
She had no patience then either, her hips wiggling against me, trying to get relief from the clawing need inside.
My hands—cast and all—went to her hips, holding on as I started to fuck her.
Fast.
Deep.
Right up and through a quick orgasm on her part that had her crying out loudly, the sound like fucking music to my ears.
But I wasn’t done with her.
My hand snaked up her spine, grabbing her hair at the nape of her neck, and pulling a bit as I kept fucking her.