Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 97767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
“Good at what?”
“Making me forget to be scared.”
I pull back just enough to meet her eyes, water dripping between us. “That’s because you trust me, babe.”
Her lips part, but no words come out. Instead, she pulls me closer, her mouth finding mine in a kiss so deep it leaves me breathless. The heat of the shower is nothing compared to the fire building between us, each kiss more urgent, more consuming.
I turn, the slick tiles steady beneath my feet as I move toward the bench, lowering myself onto it with her still wrapped around me.
Straddling my lap, she smirks, her wet hair clinging to her shoulders.
“This feels safer,” Austin jokes, her tone light. Relieved.
“Safer?” I echo, sliding my hands up her thighs and letting them rest on her rib cage, thumbs stroking her side-boob. “You think sitting on top of me is safer?”
“Well, I don’t have to worry about you dropping me now.”
Our mouths fuse together.
She melts into me, her hands cupping my jaw as she kisses me like she’s claiming every part of me.
The heat builds between us, intensifying with every touch, every kiss, every soft gasp that escapes her lips as she lifts her ass…lines herself up with my rock hard cock…seats herself on top of me, completely impaled.
I groan.
Tilt my head back against the wall.
“This isn’t as easy as it looks,” Austin complains. “I don’t think I’m flexible enough for this.”
I laugh, adjusting my hips.
Thrusting up, doing most of the work.
“Just be still then and relax. I’ll do the work.”
All of it.
I grip her hips tightly, guiding her rhythm, feeling every inch of her as I move; Austin clings to my shoulders, nails digging into my skin, a perfect mix of pleasure and desperation in her movements.
The bench beneath me feels solid, but it's her—the heat of her body, the way I fit inside her—that grounds me.
She throws her head back, exposing her neck, and I lean forward, kissing the curve of her throat. "You feel incredible," I murmur against her skin. "Every part of you. You're so—"
"Stop talking," she interrupts, her fingers threading through my hair, pulling me closer. "Just stop talking and fuck me."
Yes, ma’am.
“I fucking love it when you boss me around.”
She doesn't respond with words—just a sound, half-moan, half-whimper, that spurs me on. I press my back against the wall, leveraging my hips to meet hers, my hands sliding from her waist to the curve of her ass, guiding her movements.
Austin’s breath catches and her rhythm falters for a moment. “I—oh G-God,” she stammers, with a trembling stutter.
“Come for me, babe,” I growl out a demand, driving into her harder, deeper, pulling her closer until her entire body tenses in my arms.
Fuck yeah….
The loud echo of her orgasm vibrates off the tile walls, her fingers raking up the back of my neck as she unravels around me. The sight of her like this—wet tits, hard nipples, water dripping all over her body—sends me over the edge.
My grip tightens, and I thrust inside her one last time, groaning as the release takes me, the intensity stealing my breath.
For a moment, the only sound is the water cascading around us, and the heavy, shared rhythm of our breathing. She slumps forward, resting her forehead against my shoulder, her body trembling slightly.
“I am so lucky you’re an athlete. Few men have this kind of stamina.”
I nod.
Smack her ass.
As the heat of the moment subsides, Austin lets out a small laugh, her breath warm against my neck. “We’re going to end up pruned if we stay like this much longer.”
I grin, running a hand up her back and gently nudging her to sit upright. “Alright, let’s make good use of this shower as it was intended.”
Carefully, I help her off my lap, holding her steady as her feet find the tile. She glances at me, her cheeks flushed, water glistening on her skin, and I swear I’ve never seen her look more beautiful.
“Pass me the body wash,” she says, her tone light and teasing as she scans the nooks built into the tile interior. “I have to say, for a dude you have a great selection.”
I grab the bottle from the shelf and squeeze some of the gel into my palm before handing it to her, lathering it between my hands. The cherry almond scent fills the steam-filled air as I start with her shoulders, hands gliding over her skin in slow, deliberate movements.
“This feels suspiciously like a massage,” she murmurs, tilting her head to the side to give me better access.
“Yup.” My thumbs dig gently into the muscles along her neck, kneading gently.
Austin's shoulders relax under my touch, and a low hum escapes her lips.
She raises her arms above her head, and I don’t hesitate. My hands move lower, running over her chest, fingers splaying as I spread the foam across her curves. My hands glide over her tits, firm and full, taking my time as the water rinses the suds away, only for me to lather her up again.