Page 166 of Lost Trust

“Yes.”

I feed one knee between her legs to steady her, and her body trembles at the contact.

She reaches out and plants a hand on the shower wall for support and bears down on my knee.

“Ahhhh,” she cries.

“Mmm,” I hum. “Just as needy for my cock as you were this morning. Have you been suffering all day, baby?”

“Uh-huh.” She nods, and that’s all it takes.

I lift her off her feet and spin her around. Her back hits the tiles, and I cover her mouth with mine.

The kiss grows wild as I lose hold of the control I’ve barely clung to all damn day. I sink my teeth into her bottom lip, causing her to gasp. I suck her tongue into my mouth hungrily. She wraps her arms around my neck and tugs at my wet hair as our tongues wrestle.

I tear my mouth from hers, and the heat in her eyes sears me as they move down my body. My hands begin kneading her swollen breasts again, and she leans her head back, giving my mouth access to her throat. I kiss a trail down her collarbone, and she sighs when my teeth graze one of her nipples. I suck it into my mouth.

After a few moments, I release her breast and slide one hand up the inside of her thigh.

She bites her lip to keep from crying out when my fingertips find her swollen entrance.

I lay my forehead against hers as I sink a finger inside of her.

“Fuck, Rina, you’re so ready for me,” I groan.

She grabs my shoulders as I add a second finger.

“So hot and wet,” I murmur against her skin.

She buries her head in my neck, and her breathing becomes erratic.

“Please,” she begs as she digs her nails into my flesh.

“What do you want first? My cock or my mouth?”

“I don’t care. As long as it’s you.”

Fuck me.

I sink to my knees, kissing a path from her chest down to her belly button as I continue to pump my fingers in and out of her slowly.

When my mouth reaches my fingers, I spread her open, and my tongue darts out and licks. A shudder climbs up her body as I suck her clit deep.

I feed one of her legs over my shoulder to get better access, and I press a hand into her stomach to hold her steady before I bury my face in her heat and start to lap at her like a starving man.

Because that’s exactly what I am.

She pants and grabs my hair, holding me where she wants me.

My tongue finds her opening, and I thrust it in and out while my thumb runs circles over her clit. She lifts her hips to meet me as she rides my tongue.

I feel her walls tighten around my tongue, and I know she’s close. I roll her clit between my fingers, and that’s all she needs to fall over the edge.

Her hand comes up and clamps over her mouth as she comes. I have to keep my hand pressed into her to keep her upright as her body quakes violently.

Once she’s steady, I stand. The water is cooling, and I turn it off. I reach for a towel and take my time drying her off.

We step into the small bathroom. I dry my chest, face, and hair with a towel before following her into the bedroom. She takes my hand, tugs me to the edge of the bed, and pushes my chest as she kneels before me.