I knew that expression.
She was as insatiable as I was.
Despite the rush of the shower, I could hear her heavy breaths. She liked to watch. She wanted to know what happened next. I didn’t take my gaze from her as I pushed my hand down and circled the base of my cock. Her pupils dilated and her tongue darted out and licked her lips. Fuck, she was so sexy. Slowly, I began to drag my fist up and around my length, massaging the soap along my hardening erection.
I continued to watch her take in the sight of me stroking myself up and down, rounding over my crown and changing the angle as I grew harder.
She snaked a hand down her body and between her legs and I groaned, tightening my fist. She really couldn’t get enough. Her fingers dipped between her folds and she parted her knees.
I stepped toward her. I didn’t want to miss anything.
My skin buzzed as the water fell. I knew I could stop touching myself and still come like a freight train watching her break apart, but it wouldn’t be as good. It certainly wouldn’t be as good as being buried in her.
I released myself and her gaze shot to mine. She must have known what I was thinking as she moaned out, “Please . . .”
I pulled her to her feet, spun her around, had her kneel on the bench and placed her palms on the marble of the shower wall.
I was so hard, just the spray of the shower on my shaft made me tighten my jaw and hiss through my teeth. I needed to fuck. I needed to fuck her. My animal instincts took over. I pressed my front against her back and sank into her.
Oh, the relief.
It had just been minutes since the last time I was inside her, but it felt like a lifetime of wanting had been for this moment. I placed my hands over hers and buried my face in her neck. I wanted to get as close to her as I could, our bodies melded together like we were one person. I started to move slowly, wanting to take my time so these moments would last forever. I couldn’t ever have imagined myself being so fucking full of adoration for someone else. So fucking needy for more of her, desperate to give her everything I had. It was almost overwhelming.
I linked my arms around her waist and pulled her closer still.
Our movements were slow and sleepy as we both seemed equally content to stretch these minutes into hours.
“You always feel so good,” she whispered.
“You make me feel so good,” I whispered back.
She twisted her hips as if trying to drive me deeper, trying to get closer. It was like a daylong rain shower had suddenly morphed into an impending storm. The beginnings of my orgasm had rumbled into life like a distant clap of thunder.
“Parker,” I groaned out.
She pulled away from me and swiveled to face me. Taking my face in her hands, she guided my face down, pressing her lips to mine, pushing her tongue between my lips to meet mine in a way that said she was half drunk on lust.
I knew the feeling.
I reached behind her thighs and lifted her, pressing her back against the wall before ramming into her, high and fast. She cried out as if it were the first time she’d ever felt me inside her. I didn’t know what it was about this woman, but she always knew exactly how to rachet up my lust and desire.
My hands underneath her, my fingers found her folds and she gasped. She pressed her hands into my shoulders and pushed herself flat against the wall as if she were trying to create some distance between us, like she thought she couldn’t handle the onslaught of sensation.
But she would.
“Tristan,” she called out.
“It feels so good, doesn’t it?”
She began to shudder and writhe right in front of me, impaled on my dick. I was doing that to her. I was making this phenomenal woman feel like the sun was rising just for her and that felt fucking incredible.
The waves of her orgasm brought me to the brink and despite denying myself the orgasm of the fucking century, I pulled out just before I came.
She reached around my chest and I wrapped my arms around her neck, and we held each other, letting the spray cover us as we recovered.
Although I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to recover from Parker Frazer.
Twenty-Five
Parker
It felt like I had a thousand tiny bruises all over my body. Not that Tristan wasn’t careful with me—he was, but I’d never had so much sex in my life. I couldn’t go near him without wanting to touch him and touching him led to more touching, which led to naked touching, which led to my body feeling like I’d been run over.