Confessions of a Litigation God: A Legal Affairs Full Length Erotic Novel by Sawyer Bennett Page A

She has her fingers tangled in my hair and is pulling me hard
against her, grinding back against me. She’s demanding, and I
fucking love it.
    Love it even better
when she comes hard on my tongue, her body trembling viciously.
    Standing up, I find
my own legs a little shaky, because you guessed it… hottest
thing ever, and Mac just makes me fucking weak with lust. But I rally
like a champ, pick her up, and wrap her legs around my waist. Her
arms slide tight around my neck, and we just stare at each other a
moment. Her eyelashes have droplets of water on them and her green
eyes are sparking at me, hot with desire. Her lips are soft and wet,
and I have to have them.
    So I kiss her…
deeply, but with care. Tilting my head to the side, I angle in just a
bit deeper and as our tongues are slowly dueling, I slide into her
with one, easy push. Mac’s breath stills, and her mouth goes
slack against mine.
    “Oh, Matt,”
she breathes against me. “If I could freeze this moment…”
    Her words fucking
slice into me, not in a good way, but not in a bad way. In a slightly
uncomfortable way, and I don’t know what to do with that
feeling. I pull back slightly and see Mac’s eyes are closed in
rapture and her top teeth are embedded in her lower lip.
    She looks sweetly
sexy as she waits for me to move within her.
    So I do. Short, slow
strokes… because the angle I have only allows for short but I
can make it work, especially because I can grind my pelvis against
her… at just that spot. She groans with every thrust and when
she lays her cheek against mine, the moment actually become a little
too intimate for me so I pick up the pace. How I maneuver my arms
under her thighs, I’ll never know, but I rest them in the
crooks of my elbows and lift her higher, spreading her a little
wider.
    There… that
angle right there. That gets me in deep. Now Mac’s head falls
back and thunks against the tile wall as I’m able to go harder
and deeper, but she’s feeling no pain. Which is good…
because I only want her to experience pleasure from me. Trying to one
up myself, trying to make her moan a little louder, a little longer,
I ease one foot back to give myself more leverage. I pull my hips
back, prepared to slam deep.
    Except that foot
slips on the soapy tile and we start to go down. I know it’s
going to hurt… maybe even break something, so I tighten one
arm around Mac’s waist and unhook the other from under her leg,
throwing it straight up in the air. I grab onto something… the
showerhead, yes, that’s what I have, and I hold tight.
    My legs scrabble for
traction, and then stick… to what I don’t know, but
we’ll chalk it up to good balance. Just as I feel steady and
have Mac safe with no fear of falling, the damn showerhead pops off
under my grip and falls… slamming into my shoulder…
right on whatever that fucking bone is on the end, before clattering
to the floor.
    “Fuck, fuck,
fuck,” I grit out between my teeth as water starts pouring down
on us from the headless spigot, and yet I can’t help but pull
back out of Mac and slam into her again, because as much as my
shoulder hurts, it still feels better when I’m moving inside of
her. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck that hurt.”
    But I keep on
pumping, pushing her right back up against the wall and keeping to a
slower, safer pace.
    Mac giggles with her
lips resting against my shoulder, kissing away the hurt. I slam in
and out, pissed I broke her shower and needing a good orgasm to set
things right.
    “Kiss me,
baby,” I pant against her cheek.
    And she does. Pulls
back from my shoulder and locks her lips with mine. Her tongue is so
sweet and the way she pushes those little noises into my mouth?
    Hottest. Thing.
Ever.
    When Mac comes…
I follow after her. It’s not even a choice for me to wait,
because I find it’s hotter… sexier… just better
when I go with her.
    We come down off our
post-coital high, and she giggles some more as I turn the water off
and kisses