Torment (Craving 2)

“No, don’t think like that. Dev…I want to bring you home, and I will.” I hurried into the hot shower and soaped down, fully expecting to be delayed by him getting in with me.

“Don’t be upset,” I called out.

He stepped inside the shower with all the wonderful shower heads and took the soap from me, running it all over my body. “Right then, I wouldna be…if ye convince me otherwise.”

I pushed at him, and laughed. “It’s all sex with you.”

“Well now, sex is a good thing, aye, and with us, ‘tis a better thing.” He grinned broadly. “But ye know that the two of us are more than that. ‘Tis yer laugh, yer flashing eyes that get deeper violet when ye are angry. ‘Tis yer heart, which is open and full with caring. ‘Tis yer mind, so quick so…och aye, independent.” He touched my lips. “And, lass, I could stand here and list all the reasons I love ye, love being with ye, want nothing more than ye at m’side, but…‘tis also the sex!” He laughed out loud and pushed me gently up against the tiled shower wall, went to his knees and spread my thighs wide open.

I made no push to stop him.

“Och lass, ye taste so good…I cannae get enough,” he said at some point. I had his hair in my fingers and pulled him back in place.

I was nearly there…on that pinnacle and ready to fly.

He laughed, got up and sat on the tiled bench, stroking his big hard cock and pulling me towards him. “Climb on, Bobbie lass…climb on and ride me like ye never want to stop!”

“Okay,” I said, and did just that.

His hands went to my breasts as I moved, and I wanted the feeling to go on forever, it was almost excruciating, the pleasure that having him inside of me produced.

I rocked him hard, and all at once, my body imploded with my climax. I trembled, and each nerve was rattled with a full round of sensations that held me in place.

The muscles of my pussy clenched his dick and he gave me his hot seed deep inside, and we just clung to one another.

I don’t even know how long we stayed like that with the hot shower water running over us, but I knew I never wanted to be without him.

Now, going back was harder than before. All I wanted to do was get back into bed and snuggle. But I am made of sturdy stuff.

I pushed off, quickly washed off, and got out onto the bath rug while he still sat on the shower bench and watched me with those dreamy blue eyes.

I dried off and put the towel around myself as he stepped out of the shower and came reaching for me.

Magic! And my clothes were on.

He moaned. “Och lass…I thought to keep ye just a bit longer…”

“No, no…there is no such thing as ‘just a bit longer’ with you. A bit turns into hours. I have to go.”

He grabbed me and held me against his wet body, and his kiss was hungry and needy, as though he hadn’t just made love to me.

His kisses take me to another world, one where there is only the two of us, and if I didn’t make him stop, I would be lost to those kisses.

I had to make him stop. I had to make him understand that I had to get back. I pushed off him and with a blink, he was dry and dressed. He only needed to pull his boots on.

I eyed him. He looked good in his black T-shirt and jeans—damned good.

I turned away hurriedly.

He laughed as he inspected himself. “Ye should dress me more often. I like this T-shirt, it’s one of m’more comfortable ones.” He looked at his jeans. I followed his look. I had somehow left his zipper undone.

He grinned and said, “Do ye want to do this for me, lass?”

I chuckled and said, “Och aye, sir, I do.” I mimicked his Scottish accent. “But I cannae do that now.” I rushed for the front door.

Devin got serious all at once and was at the door and blocking it before me. “Ye are not going to the divide without me. Do ye ken, lass?”

“I do,” I said, and smiled. “I was hoping you would walk me there, but first, I need some part of the notes on day-walking. If I don’t give Beyland something to stall him, he might get more threatening, and I don’t want anything happening to anyone because we overplayed this.”