Leaning her back against the tile, with one hand on her curvy ass and one hand on my length, I prod against her opening. It takes a second to work my way in, the torturously erotic strain of it all making me throb harder.
Her eyes flutter closed and her mouth parts in a moan that tells me this feels as good for her as it does for me. Seeing her like this, thighs parted on mine, breasts heaving, nipples tight, it almost does me in.
“Tori, baby,” I groan into her hair, blissed-out of my mind to be with her like this. “You’re so beautiful. You feel so fucking good.” It’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone. My whole body sizzles in expectation of delving deeper.
Her legs tighten around me, but then she hooks her feet against my thighs so she can lift herself, just an inch, before she settles down again, and I have to watch every mesmerizing second. Watch where we connect. Watch how she swallows me up. How she squirms and moans and shivers in my arms as she sinks lower.
I grab her ass with both hands to help her. Then we’re kissing, and she’s yanking on my hair, and I’m so goddamn deep I bottom out with a grunt.
And though my balls are tight and I’m really fucking close to coming, a gentleman always puts a lady first.
With her thighs plastered to mine and her wetness coating my cock, I snake a hand between us to rub that sweet nub until she’s bucking and crying out. Until she’s pulsing on me and grinding down so hard, I explode too, emptying into her with such force, I have to wrap my arms around her and lean against the wall so we don’t collapse to the ground.
Has it ever been that good before?
We shudder on each other, aftershocks working their way through our connected bodies. Like fault lines after an earthquake, the ground shifts, the scenery rearranges, but the pieces fit back together.
In this case, the aftermath is better because Tori is in my arms, blinking up at me with heat and sweetness in her eyes.
Maybe she’s what I’ve needed all along.
* * *
I dryher off and wrap her in a huge towel, while those drowsy hazel eyes stare up at me.
This—her, me,us—this feels right, and I’m smiling like a fool when I toss on a pair of boxers to check on the kids, who are still asleep.
Breathing a sigh of relief that my kids are conked out, I turn in the hall and nearly bump into Tori, who’s now wrapped in her thin pink robe. I take my time admiring her long lean legs and the way the robe drapes over her hips and breasts, ignoring the twitch in my groin.
“Where you going?” I whisper.
Because it looks like she’s headed to her room.
Her soft voice is so low, I have to strain to hear her. “Thought you’d want to get to bed. Want your space. I know you have to get up early.”
I almost laugh. With my lips grazing her ear, I ask, “Is that really what you want? To sleep in your room? If it is, that’s fine, but I’d rather have you in my bed.”
She smiles against my shoulder. “Yeah?”
I pull back just far enough to look her in the eye. “Sweetness, you’re mine now, right?”
That smile tugs up further. “Yes.”
“And what happened back there…” I hook my thumb over my shoulder. “That wasn’t a late-night booty call. That was us taking the next step, which means I definitely want you in my bed.”
Every.
Damn.
Night.
Tori
Goosebumps line my skin even though I’m not cold. How can I be cold? Ethan’s naked body is wrapped around me—arm slung over my hips, face nuzzled against my breasts.
I stare down at his huge form nestled around me and grin.
He called me his woman.
