In Full Bloom (Second Chances 1)

She followed him into the bathroom and said, “I think we can work with that.”

He turned the shower on and let it warm up. Turning to face her, he said, “I’m going to need my shirt back now.”

She raised her arms and allowed him to pull it off her. Apparently she hadn’t bothered with her panties last night because she was now completely bare. Unable to take his eyes off of her, he drank in the sight of her nude body standing in front of him.

He frowned when he saw the slight smudges of bruising on her hips. He brushed his fingertips against them and said, “Princess, I was too rough with you. I’m sorry.”

“And I loved every minute of it. I liked that you were as lost in the moment as I was. Don’t apologize for that.”

He must have been frowning still because she said, “I enjoyed every part of what we did last night.” A moment later she looked at him and added, “Last night was the first time I’d ever come with the help of a friend.”

Warning bells sounded in his brain until he heard her tinkling laughter. She held up a hand and said, “Oh my god. You should have seen your face. It’s been a while but I wasn’t a virgin, so don’t freak out on me. It’s just that my previous experiences have been a little lackluster in comparison. You’re the first person I’ve been with that has had any idea about how I wanted to be touched. I’m not going to start shopping for wedding gowns or planning for a tattoo of your name on my ass.”

“That’d be a shame, marking up this beautiful ass with a tattoo,” he said, stroking his hand over it. “I’m glad that you enjoyed yourself.”

Leaning forward, he dropped a light kiss on her lips, then stripped out of his clothes. Pulling back the shower curtain, he gestured for her to step in and then followed after her.

He immediately pulled her flush against him and lowered his mouth to hers. Nipping gently at her lips, he pressed his hips forward. As his erect cock jutted into her belly, he said, “I can’t get enough.”

She moved her lips to kiss along his jawline and neck, agreeing, “I can’t either.”

His body tensed under her touch as her hand drifted down his body. She ran her fingers lightly over his stomach, dragging a light groan from his lips. When her hand reached his throbbing cock, she gripped him firmly and began to stroke him.

When he reached out to touch her, she pulled her head back from his neck. Giving him a wicked smile, she dropped to her knees in front of him. Wasting no time, she ran her tongue up and down the length of him, then pulled him deep into her hot, wet mouth. “Fuck,” he said. “Taryn. Your lips feel so good wrapped around my cock.”

Gripping her hair, he rocked his hips against her mouth, completely lost. He realized that from this angle there was no way for him to possibly pleasure her. He desperately wanted her coming against his hands and mouth, or all over his cock as often as possible. Especially now, given her earlier confession. A woman as responsive and sensual as she was should have been easy to please. He had no idea what any of those idiots had been doing.

Watching his cock disappear between her lips again, he bit back a groan and said, “Play with your clit for me.”

He felt the rhythm she had been keeping with her mouth falter slightly as she slipped her hand between her thighs to rub. Not satisfied entirely with the view, he said, “Spread your thighs apart. Let me see you fuck yourself with your fingers. Show me how you like it.”

Complying, she rubbed herself quickly, her breath hitching as she continued to pull him into her mouth. When he felt her slight gasp around him, his hand tightened in her hair. Feeling her answering groan, he tightened it even more and rocked his hips. She let out a broken sob around his cock.

Realizing she was on the edge, he forced his eyes down to watch her. She continued to rub her fingers against her clit. With each pass, she gave a slight whimper around his cock. He felt his balls tighten up in response. He said, “Fuck, like that. Come for me, come for me,” as he fucked her mouth.

A moment later he felt the vibration against his cock as she gave a long, low moan of release and he exploded without warning. As he shot into her mouth, he said, “Oh god, that’s it. Just like that. Fuck.”

He watched the muscles in her throat work as she swallowed and had vague thoughts of getting her name tattooed on his ass. Jesus Christ, her mouth.

As she released him, he pulled her up and against him. His legs shook unsteadily.

They leaned against each other, both of them still breathing heavily, until he said, “Your mouth…” and then trailed off, not knowing how to explain.

She flashed him a grin and asked, “So that worked for you?”

“I had plans that involved you coming against my mouth, but I don’t think I have time anymore,” he said regretfully.

“I had fun,” she said, flashing him a sassy smile.

A few minutes later, they left the shower. After she had dried off, she asked, “Can I borrow this?”

He looked over to see her holding the T-shirt he’d lent her the previous night. Nodding, he said, “Sure.”

“Thanks,” she said, pulling it over her head. “I didn’t want to put back on my slutty red riding hood costume.”

Sliding on a pair of jeans, he said, “That costume. You looked like an erotic fairy tale. The minute I saw you I wanted to toss you over my shoulder and drag you out of there, Princess.”

“That could’ve been fun,” she said, grinning.