“Make me come.”
“Fuck, I love when you say that.”
She tilts her head. “Do I say it often?”
“Not often enough. I dream about you begging for it, every night.” I tug her hip closer. “Come closer if you wanna get on this ride.”
One corner of her mouth slides up. “I do.”
She rises on her knees and leans forward, trapping my cock. I let out a groan when she slowly sinks down on me. “That’s fucking good, buttercup.”
I’m trying to stay calm but am so close to unraveling. She’s tight, hot, and wet. Pure heaven and absolute hell as she takes her sweet time. She rests her hands on my shoulders and rises up again, slowly sinking down, taking more of me each time. I focus on her serious, determined expression.
“Easy, buttercup. Nice and slow.”
She whimpers as she rolls her hips. “Feels so good.”
Thank fuck I’ve spent time mastering the art of restraint. I need every bit of it not to hold her down and jack my hips up off the couch.
“Gray?” She moans and bites my earlobe. Her hips work faster. I’m drowning in her hair softly sliding against my face and chest.
“Mmm?”
“I love the way your key fits my lock.” Her voice quivers. She shifts her body every which way, seeking her pleasure. “Your cock was made for me. You hit all my happy zones.”
I twist her head to the side and catch her lip for a kiss that silences her. If she keeps singing the praises of my cock, I’m gonna blow right now.
She clenches around me, throbbing and fluttering.
The familiar warning tingle begins. I hold off until she finishes. Then that sweet, familiar blend of agony and pleasure lashes down my spine. My release is brutal and intense. Serena’s wild, bucking and moaning. Her teeth scrape my neck and shoulder, her nails dig into my arms.
Breathing hard, she collapses on top of me.
“Fucking hell, you trying to kill me, buttercup?” I smooth sweaty strands of hair off her forehead and cheek.
Her lips curl into a deliciously devilish smile. She slides her fingers over my heart. “You sound alive to me.” Her nails graze my nipple and I jump.
“Easy.” I capture her roaming hand and bring it to my mouth, kissing her fingertips. “Come shower with me.”
“Okay.” She slides out of my lap and strips off what’s left of her underwear.
“Don’t bother,” I demand as she bends over to pick up our scattered clothes.
On our way to the bathroom, she stops. “I want to grab something.”
“Go on, I’ll start the shower.”
I have the water beating against the tile when she enters and sets her bag from the beauty store on the counter. “I want to try this.” She holds up the purple bottles of shampoo and conditioner.
“Bring it.” I wave her closer, then stick my hand under the spray to check the temperature.
I step in first and offer her my hand, turning her toward the cascading water to wet her hair. “You feel all right?” I ask.
“I’m still tingling all over.”
I huff a soft laugh and pour some body wash into my hands, working it over her shoulders and down her back and sides. “Same, buttercup. You know how to work your man up. Especially with all that lock and key talk.”
She bursts out laughing and covers her face with her hands. “Oh my God. I don’t know where that came from. I’m sorry.”
I grab her elbow and gently turn her around to face me. “Why?” Red splotches dot her neck and chest. I pry her hands away from her cheeks. “Compliments to my cock are always welcome, darlin’,” I tease. “You had me ready to blow with those sweet words.”
“You always make me feel so good,” she says with this amazed lilt in her voice.
“Mmm, same, buttercup.” I pull her toward me and kiss her forehead. “Come on, let’s finish up.”
She yawns and I slide my hand to her stomach. “Do you feel okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No, never.” Her lips slide into a half-smile. “I’m just tired again.”
“What else do you need to do?”
“Condition my hair.”
“All right. Turn around.”
“You don’t have—”
“Turn. Around.”
“Okay, okay.” She holds her hands in the air and spins in a small circle.
“I want to find a place with a bigger shower,” I grumble.
“Ooo, we could have fun with that.”
“Yes, we could.” I tap her ass. And now I can’t stop thinking about bending her over. Her hands against the wall…
“Gray?”
“All done.”
She ducks her head under the spray, rinsing her hair one last time.
“Go ahead, I’ll be right out.”
I step aside to give her room, but she slides her slick, wet body against mine. “Don’t be long.”
“I won’t.” Damn right I won’t take long. Can’t stand being away from her for more than a few seconds.
I finish and slap the shower off.
She’s standing in front of the mirror with a short blue towel wrapped around her middle, working a comb through her long, wet hair.