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She moans around me, the vibrations short-circuiting my brain. I slam my hand against the cold wall of the shower, bracing myself as cum shoots out of me and into her mouth. She startles, pulling back and choking. I let go of her hair, the sticky white semen dripping down over the tips of her breasts.
She spits down the drain, coughing again. I cup her cheek, tipping her chin up to meet my gaze.
“You did good, angel.” I cradle her face in my hand, reaching my other one down to pull her up by her elbow.
Her eyes are rimmed red from choking. I spin her around and grab each of her wrists to place them on the tiles. She’s petite, so I have to bend my knees to get in the right position to reach her soft folds. I circle the top of her clit slowly before pushing my longer middle finger into her. She gasps, bracing herself against the tiles as I finger-fuck her. She pushes her ass back against my hand, wanting more.
“You need more, baby? Tell me what you need.”
She exhales, whimpering desperately, “I need all of it. Whatever you can give me.”
My teeth latch on to her earlobe. “What do you need? Say it.”
She pants, turning her face toward mine with hooded eyes. “I need you to fuck me.”
I let out a low growl, grabbing the base of my erection and positioning myself between her cheeks from behind. She bends forward, arching her slender back. I have to squat down to find the right spot before plunging deep inside her pussy. She yelps at the motion, nearly falling.
“I’ve got you.” I cup the front of her smooth stomach, bracing her against the front of my hips.
I thrust into her softness over and over again, relishing in her body and the way she’s being molded to me, to my hard length. Before I finish, I pull out and spin her around. I reach down under her ass and thighs, lifting her easily up against the cold tiles. Her mouth drops open in ecstasy when I enter her again, thrusting hard into her.
“I want you to come on my cock.”
She nods, eyes opening as she gazes into mine, pure need, desire, and a level of awe in their depths. I feel her inner walls tighten around me before she gasps, panting and moaning as the waves of her orgasm roll over her, her pale skin flushing pink.
“Good girl,” I praise her.
Three more thrusts into her are all it takes for me to find my release. I pull out of her, finishing on the tiles with her limp body crushed to my wet-slicked skin. I realize with a jolt that I don’t ever want another man to ever touch her like this, to ever even see her naked. A monsoon of overprotective, possessive need fills me.
She bows her head forward, resting it on my shoulder. We pant for oxygen together, my face pressed to her shoulder. I plant a kiss to her skin before slowly lowering her feet down to the mosaic.
I grab the bar of soap from the niche in the tile, lathering it up in my hands before running it over her body. I start at her shoulders before moving down to her hips, between her legs, and down to her feet. She stands still, watching me as I clean my cum from her body. I quickly lather myself with soap and rinse off. She watches with hooded eyes, still not speaking to me.
The thought that maybe she’s in shock occurs to me, and I experience a brief moment of internal panic. She seems disconnected from herself, like she’s not fully here mentally. I turn off the water and reach for a clean towel, drying her off completely and wrapping her up before getting another towel from the rack.
She steps out of the bathroom as I dry off. I quickly brush my teeth before joining her in the room. She took a T-shirt from my bag, the only clean one left. We desperately need to do laundry somewhere.
I slide on a pair of gym shorts I’ve slept in once before pouring her a glass of wine. She takes it, blinking up at the news station that’s covering an earthquake that happened in Indonesia earlier today. I hand her the remote before dialing for room service. A woman answers the phone in a cheerful tone.
“Ah, yes, ma’am, I was wondering if y’all have laundry service here.”
“Well, yes, sir, we do. We can pick it up now and return first thing tomorrow morning.”
“Perfect. It’ll be outside the door—room 618.”
“You got it.”
I hang up the phone before gathering up all the rest of our clothes, shoving them into a bag and setting them outside the door. Rosie sips on her wine while staring blankly at a Friends rerun on the TV.
“You need anything?” I ask her.
She shakes her head, leaning it down on my shoulder. I grab her hand, interlacing our fingers before drifting off into a much-needed deep sleep.
37
ROSIE
The hotel room door rattles as fists bang on it loudly. His arm is still wrapped around my waist as we both jerk awake from a peaceful sleep.
