Page 81 of Timelessly Ours
Her brows knit like she’s trying to figure out why I’m telling her this and then she gasps. “Oh.”
I wince. “I’m sorry, I should have said something—hell, I should have fixed your shower.”
“Should I have used the one in Angel’s room?”
“Maybe…” I admit.
When her face falls again, I add with a grin. “But from now on, you use no one’s but mine.”
She smiles. “It is a very nice shower,” she admits coyly. “Did you see anything?”
“Mostly a silhouette.”
She hooks her fingers under the shoulder straps of her bathing suit and I’m already in danger of violating her with my erection. Her exposed breasts would cross dangerous territory.
“Don’t.” I reach up and stop her, leaving the straps loose around her shoulders. Then swallow hard at the seductive beauty before me. “I won’t be able to keep my mouth off them.”
“Good.”
“No. Not good.” I shift to adjust under her and she gasps, gripping my shoulders and falling into me. The moan she releases by my ear is raw and primal.
Fuck.
“Nicole,” I rasp into her hair, gloves thrown down, desire to make her come overpowering all my senses.
“Yes.” It’s breathless and I think I know what almost happened just now. Judging by her stillness and the burial of her head in my neck.
“Move your hips against me,” I say, and it sounds too much like a command.
She hesitates and I whisper a few words of encouragement into her ear. Then slowly, she moves, shaking, holding onto me for dear life like she’s going to explode any second.
“Keep going, baby. I’ve got you.”
I refuse to put my hands on her hips to guide her, to grip her ass as she rides me…to touch her. Because this needs to be all her.
But I’ve still got her. I’ll support her with my body—not my hands.
She’s lifted her head at this point, her breathing harder, her speed increasing as she chases her pleasure. And the sight. The fucking sight of her. It’s invigorating.
When my erection is at its peak, I lift her ass slightly for better friction—so it’s not too much for her.
She jerks and gasps, her mouth falling open.
“Let it out. I want to hear you.”
She screams and shakes, throwing her head back and all too soon, she’s coming down from her orgasm.
“Keep going,” I growl. I’m not ready for her to be done.
“I—can’t,” she pants, and I don’t hold back. Yanking her straps down, I cover a hard nipple with my mouth, sucking and pulling as I thrust my tip against her center, both our suits between us, milking her orgasm as much as I can. Desperate to give her what no one’s ever been able to.
Safely.
Secretly.
She wails and it’s even better than before. It’s a sound I would never tire of hearing. A sound made only for my ears.
“Holy shit,” she breathes.
