AllFreeNovel
Share Us
A slow blink. “That’s it, then,” he said, his voice low and deadpan. “That’s how my manliness will die a horrifying death.”
Her lips quirking up at the corners, she reached up, and he dipped his head down toward her. With careful, gentle movements, she worked the shampoo into his hair, her fingertips massaging his scalp. When he sighed and laid his forehead on hers, something broke and melted inside her.
Her mouth sought his in a soft kiss, a mere brush of their lips, and then she maneuvered his head under the spray again and rinsed out the shampoo. Eyes closed, he completely surrendered to her ministrations, his expression as relaxed as she’d ever seen it. If he were a cat, he’d probably be purring.
On she went to the body wash, the heavy floral scent perfuming the humid air as she lathered it up and then started spreading it across his shoulders, his neck, working some over his face as well. Lathering up more of the body wash, she stroked it down both of his arms, which had seen the most blood spatter along with his neck and face. She worked the lather over his hands, between his fingers, even under his fingernails, thoroughly and with utmost attention.
Taking care of him like this, it fed a part of her she hadn’t known was hungry.
All the while, he watched her with incandescent, half-hooded eyes, and though he remained still, the energy behind his passivity had changed. No longer did he appear to be off-kilter or strangely dulled—his acquiescence now had a distinctly predatory quality to it, like a hunter lying in wait.
A glance down at his crotch confirmed that his interest had definitely taken a different direction. The sight of his hard cock made heat sizzle down her spine and center in the space between her legs.
Her movements slower now, more deliberate, she stroked the lather down over his abs, around his hips, her fingers gliding over his firm butt. Back around to the front, his skin hot under her hands as she slid them down, letting him feel her nails just a little bit.
His muscles flexed, and he sucked in a harsh breath.
She let her fingers brush over his sack, then skated them up, up, around the twitching length of him, before she grasped his cock hard and pumped him once.
His throaty groan hummed over her skin, sank into her, and fanned the flames of her own desire.
Up and down she moved her hand, teasing her thumb around the head each time she came to the top, pressing kisses to his chest.
He let her do that for exactly five seconds before he grabbed the back of her neck, tilted her head up, and claimed her mouth with his. Her movements faltered as he kissed her with unbridled ferocity, a tiger let off his leash.
Her heartbeat stumbled, excitement buzzing in her blood.
Pushing her back against the wall, he grasped her hips and lifted her up, and she let go of his cock in favor of holding on to his shoulders, her legs coming around his hips. The thick head of his dick nudged her entrance as he continued kissing her like a poisoned man drinking the only antidote. Twirls of thrilling desire in her belly, throbbing need between her legs.
When he thrust home, her head fell back against the wall, her lips parting on a breathless moan.
Exquisite. The way he filled her was exquisite, chasing away everything but the sensation of his hardness stretching her, his body so close it felt like her skin melted into his.
She’d expected a rough coupling—being totally on board with that—but instead of pumping in and out of her, he paused like this, buried to the hilt in her core, his hands gripping her hips, his lips on the curve of her neck. His hot breath fanned her skin as he moved his mouth to her throat, licking over her quickened pulse there. Gently, oh-so gently, he let his teeth rasp over her skin.
Her heart skipped a beat, her fingers curling into his hair. To pull him away or to push him closer, she didn’t know.
His energy vibrated darkly, his chest rising and falling with his heavy breaths. Just when she thought he might actually bite her, the press of his fangs vanished, replaced by the heat of his tongue as he licked her once more.
She shivered, her inner muscles clenching around him, and he pulled out a little, then rocked back into her. The pleasure of this unhurried, controlled friction rolled through her like a slow tide, making her toes curl and her fingers dig into his shoulders. With his face buried in her neck, he thrust into her as if savoring each small sensation along the way, with such relish that it bordered on…reverence.
As if she were his goddess and he was worshipping her in the most primal of ways.
Her breath caught, her chest suddenly too tight, too full of things that could shatter her from the inside out.
“Tallak,” she gasped and pulled his head away from her neck so she could kiss him, vent some of that pressure that battered at her heart. Nipping at his lower lip, she caught his gaze and then murmured, “Fuck me.”
It did the trick. It broke the spell.
With a shudder, he gripped her hips tighter, pulled out, thrust back in…and then he fucked her. Hard.
Her breaths turned to moans as he slammed into her, again and again, making her skin prickle on waves of pleasure, untamed lust building in her core. She held on to him for dear life, the cold tile wall at her back the most delicious counterpoint to the heat of his hard body at her front. Her arousal wound tighter, nearing the tipping point. He ground against her with his next thrust, putting pressure on her clit, and she came with a hoarse cry.
He kept fucking her through her orgasm, faster and faster, drawing out her pleasure with each hard shove, until he followed her over. Groaning against her neck, he rode out his climax with a few last, slowing thrusts before he stopped, but remained buried inside her.
The shower still ran, the air now so humid it felt like they were in their own little world of heated intimacy. Everything else shut out, nothing else mattered but this slowly burning energy between them, the hum of shared pleasure and a connection as fragile as it was strong.
After a few heartbeats, he pulled out and set her down, and they both cleaned up before stepping out of the shower.
