“It’s a surprise. But trust me, you’ll want to see it.”
Her eyes fluttered open, gray and slightly unfocused with sleep. When they met mine, a slow smile spread across her face, warm and satisfied. “Hi,” she said.
“Hi yourself.” I brushed a strand of hair from her cheek. “Sleep well?”
“Mmm.” She stretched against me like a cat, seemingly unaware of how the movement pressed her breasts against my chest. “Someone wore me out.”
My hand slid down to cup her ass, squeezing gently. “You weren’t complaining at the time.”
“Definitely not.” Her lips brushed my collarbone, sending a jolt of heat straight to my groin. “In fact, I was thinking of a repeat performance.”
“Shower,” I said, the word more command than suggestion. “We both need one, and we’re running out of time.”
“Separate showers?” She pouted, her lower lip jutting out in a way that made me want to bite it.
“Fuck no.” I stood in one fluid motion, scooping her up with me. She let out a surprised squeal, her arms instinctively circling my neck. “I’m not done with you yet.”
The bathroom was as opulent as the rest of the suite, all gleaming marble and gold fixtures. I set Mia down on the edge of the massive tub, reaching past her to turn on the shower. Steam immediately began to fill the space, fogging the glass enclosure.
When I turned back to her, Mia was watching me with a hunger that mirrored my own. Her eyes traveled slowly down my body, lingering on my obvious arousal before meeting my gaze again. Without breaking eye contact, she slid off the tub and stepped into the shower, the water immediately slicking her hair to her skull, rivulets running down her curves.
“Coming?” she asked, a challenge in her eyes.
I stepped in behind her, pulling the glass door closed. The water hit my back, hot and pulsing, but it was nothing compared to the heat of Mia’s skin as I pressed her against the marble wall. My mouth found hers in a kiss that was pure hunger, my tongue sliding past her lips to taste her.
Her hands were everywhere, nails scraping lightly down my back, fingers tracing the muscles of my shoulders, my chest. When they wrapped around my cock, I hissed a breath between my teeth, nearly undone by her touch.
“Fuck, Mia,” I growled against her neck, my teeth grazing the sensitive spot beneath her ear.
“That’s the idea.” Her voice was breathier now, a hitch in it as my fingers found her center, already slick and ready for me.
I slid two fingers inside her, watching her face as she gasped, head falling back against the marble. “Already so wet for me.”
“Always,” she admitted, her hips moving against my hand.
With my free hand, I lifted one of her legs, hooking it over my hip to open her wider to my touch. Her hands clutched at my shoulders, fingers digging in as I found that spot inside her that made her gasp.
“Please, Jack,” she begged, the water streaming down her face, her eyes dark with need. “I want you inside me.”
I withdrew my fingers, replacing them with the head of my cock, teasing her entrance. “Like this?”
“Yes,” she moaned, trying to force her hips down. “Please.”
With one smooth thrust, I buried myself inside her, both of us groaning at the sensation. She was tight, perfect, her body gripping mine like she was made for me. I gave her a moment to adjust before beginning to move, each thrust driving her back against the marble wall.
Water streamed down between us, adding another layer of sensation as I claimed her mouth again. Her leg tightened around my waist, changing the angle so I hit that spot with every stroke. I felt her begin to tighten around me, her breathing growing more erratic.
“You going to come for me?” I urged, my voice rough with exertion. “Let me feel you, Mia.”
Her answer was a moan as she shattered around me, her body clenching in rhythmic pulses that nearly pulled my own release from me. I slowed my thrusts, letting her ride out the waves before I carefully withdrew.
“Turn around,” I instructed, my voice low with command.
Her eyes widened slightly, but she complied, turning to face the wall. I pressed against her back, my cock sliding between her thighs as I reached around to cup her breasts. When I pushed inside her again from this new angle, she cried out, the sound echoing off the marble.
“Good?” I asked against her ear, already knowing the answer from the way she pushed back against me.
“So good,” she gasped, her hands braced against the wall.
