Page 119 of Lost & Found

“That’s my girl. Grind into it.”

I raised up onto my toes.

“So. Fucking. Dirty.”

He dragged the last three words out, and it unleashed the inner beast in me. One hand flew to my mouth in an effort to muffle my screams.

“Don’t you fucking dare hold back on me,” he growled. “Ask me to fuck you again.”

My eyes snapped open. I found his hungrily staring back. “Fuck me, Lev,” I whispered and then a little louder, I begged, “Fuck me hard, please.”

He leaned down and took my lips into his mouth and kissed me passionately as his hand directed the stream over my pussy. A few short seconds later, I tore away from him and screamed his name as violent contractions rippled from between my legs. My body contorted, and my hands found his arms.

Anchoring myself, I dug my nails into him as my pussy shuddered and throbbed. Wave after wave of almost painful pleasure crashed through my body. I gasped, panting to control myself. I could still hear my screams echoing around my head.

Astonishingly, my orgasm went on for damn near a full minute, until finally I couldn’t take it anymore. I pushed the shower-head away. The pounding of my heart was so loud in my ears, I swore he could hear it.

I tore my gaze from him, as embarrassment finally found me. That was a quick trip, apparently. My chest was flushed from my arousal. He shut the water off and set the shower-head back into its cradle.

The sudden quiet rang in my ears. My knees buckled. Black spots danced across my vision. My body felt boneless, rung out, as if something had been pulled from deep inside me and I wasn’t sure what remained.

Coming solo had never left me feeling so completely undone. Before I could steady myself, his arms wrapped around me. He was strong and certain. I barely felt the cool tile beneath my feet as he guided me out of the tub.

My legs wobbled again, and a broken sound tore from my chest—half sob, half breath. Humiliation burned hotter than I expected. I buried my face in his chest, hiding.

“Shh,” he murmured, pressing his cheek to the top of my head. “Don’t cry. Let’s get you dried off.”

“What are you doing here?” I asked. The question was ridiculous—I realized it even as it left my mouth.

“What does it look like?” he replied with a soft chuckle. “Taking care of my girlfriend.”

“Fake girlfriend,” I corrected weakly. “And I was doing fine on my own.”

“Yes, you were. I told you before though—feel free to use me. Anytime.”

Use him. That was a visual I didn’t need. Especially right now. I didn’t even know how to respond. Because words were completely lost to me. How could I explain the spiral happening inside my head?

Shame crept in to claim the space of contentment. My pulse still thudded faintly in my ears. My skin felt too sensitive. I had let him see everything. Not just my body. He saw my need. He heard me cry out in pleasure. Heard his name falling from my lips. Had I really said it like that? Like a greedy whore would.

My stomach twisted at the memory. How much did this change things? We were supposed to be pretending. This blew past that boundary by miles. This was messy and real. It was far too close to something I didn’t have the language for.

Dear God. I had begged him.

My face burned anew. How had I let it get that far? Why hadn’t I stopped it? His hand moved slowly down my back, unhurried, as if he could feel the storm building inside me. I stayed pressed against him longer than I meant to.

Because for all the shame clawing at me, reducing me to something small, there was something else beneath it. Familiarity. I rested in the comfort of that for a moment. My earlier frustration and stupidity in remaining quiet seemed so petty now. Should I bring it up now?

The thoughts of coming clean left me when he made another pass between my legs with the towel. I clenched, creating a death grip on his hand. My hips rocked forward as if my greedy pussy wanted more. The towel fell away and his finger slid down my slit.

“Fuck. I’m sorry,” he said, stepping back.

I grabbed his wrist. “Don’t be. Would you…um do it again.”

“Isabella.” It only took him calling my name.

“I want your fingers on my clit this time…”

Yeah, because that’s what you need.