followed by a sharp twist of his hips in again.
“When I’m gone, I want you to feel me.” Out and then with both hands at my hips, he slammed in. I bit down on my lip as lightening shot through me, my body heated, tingled from every pore. One more thrust and I was going to lose it. Give it all up to him just like he wanted.
“Remember me,” he said between clenched teeth. Those were the same words he’d said to me the last time we made love. This time they were tinged with pain and pleasure, and everything in between. He slid out, held me high and wrapped his arms completely around my back. I tightened my thighs around his waist and dug the heels of my bare feet into his back. Strung up on his cock, he tipped his hips back pressed me hard against the wall and rammed home.
The orgasm exploded through me, splintering pleasure out in all directions. Wes’s lips came down on mine hard, holding me in his kiss as he jerked violently, pumping his release deep within me, bathing my insides with his essence. His mouth prevented my keening cry from spilling past my lips. I bit down hard on his lips as the last vestige of our combined passion slowed and petered out.
Our skin was slick with sweat and coated in our joy for one another. We shared the air panting in each other’s faces as we rubbed our foreheads together, sealing the connection we’d had since the very beginning.
“You gonna forget me?” His tone was kind but laced with worry.
“Never,” I promised.
“Let’s get you cleaned up. I’m nowhere near done with you.” He held me close and walked us over to the bathroom across the room.
“Thank God, because I want you again,” I announced while peppering kisses all over his face, licking the salty taste of him off his neck, and enjoying the one man that I’d never lose a taste for.
He set me on the vanity and withdrew. Fluid from his release slid onto the tile counter. He stared at the space between my legs watching his essence leave me.
“Now that, I’ll be thinking about later,” he admitted, a boyish grin firmly in place.
I smacked his shoulder. “Get the shower going, pervert.” I reached over and wet the washrag on the counter, cleaned between my thighs and got another to wipe down the counter. I tossed the two cloths into the hamper.
Wes must have used that time well for he was now gloriously naked. Jeans and shoes in a heap on the bathroom floor. His sun-kissed skin and sleek surfer’s muscles never looked better. I walked the couple steps to him and placed both hands on his square pecs. I pressed my forehead into his chest and kissed the center. He was warm, familiar, and everything I missed about a life I wanted, but couldn’t yet have. Tears started to form as I kissed the skin over his heart.
His hand cupped my cheek and his thumb wiped away a single tear. “I know. Me, too,” he said softly. “Let’s just enjoy the time we have, yeah?”
I nodded and followed him into the shower. He spent long minutes washing my hair. “It’s grown a couple inches.”
“Yeah, it grows fast,” I said.
“So beautiful,” his eyes followed the suds that slipped down my hair, to the tile floor around our feet and down the drain.
While I finished rinsing he soaped up his hands. He never used the buff puff when we showered together back in Malibu. “Hands-on type of guy?” I waggled my eyebrows at him.
“Don’t you know it?” He placed his hands on my shoulders and massaged the soap into the tight tissue. It was heavenly. Strong fingers rubbed out every knot I had before moving seductively down my chest and over my breasts. He flipped me around and pressed my back to his front. Then he held both globes in his hands, running his thumbs and forefingers over the erect tips. My nipples twitched and tingled at every pass of his delightful fingers until they were tight and mimicked the tops of pencil erasers. Hard, high and round.
I moaned and leaned back into him, shutting my eyes. “I
“When I’m gone, I want you to feel me.” Out and then with both hands at my hips, he slammed in. I bit down on my lip as lightening shot through me, my body heated, tingled from every pore. One more thrust and I was going to lose it. Give it all up to him just like he wanted.
“Remember me,” he said between clenched teeth. Those were the same words he’d said to me the last time we made love. This time they were tinged with pain and pleasure, and everything in between. He slid out, held me high and wrapped his arms completely around my back. I tightened my thighs around his waist and dug the heels of my bare feet into his back. Strung up on his cock, he tipped his hips back pressed me hard against the wall and rammed home.
The orgasm exploded through me, splintering pleasure out in all directions. Wes’s lips came down on mine hard, holding me in his kiss as he jerked violently, pumping his release deep within me, bathing my insides with his essence. His mouth prevented my keening cry from spilling past my lips. I bit down hard on his lips as the last vestige of our combined passion slowed and petered out.
Our skin was slick with sweat and coated in our joy for one another. We shared the air panting in each other’s faces as we rubbed our foreheads together, sealing the connection we’d had since the very beginning.
“You gonna forget me?” His tone was kind but laced with worry.
“Never,” I promised.
“Let’s get you cleaned up. I’m nowhere near done with you.” He held me close and walked us over to the bathroom across the room.
“Thank God, because I want you again,” I announced while peppering kisses all over his face, licking the salty taste of him off his neck, and enjoying the one man that I’d never lose a taste for.
He set me on the vanity and withdrew. Fluid from his release slid onto the tile counter. He stared at the space between my legs watching his essence leave me.
“Now that, I’ll be thinking about later,” he admitted, a boyish grin firmly in place.
I smacked his shoulder. “Get the shower going, pervert.” I reached over and wet the washrag on the counter, cleaned between my thighs and got another to wipe down the counter. I tossed the two cloths into the hamper.
Wes must have used that time well for he was now gloriously naked. Jeans and shoes in a heap on the bathroom floor. His sun-kissed skin and sleek surfer’s muscles never looked better. I walked the couple steps to him and placed both hands on his square pecs. I pressed my forehead into his chest and kissed the center. He was warm, familiar, and everything I missed about a life I wanted, but couldn’t yet have. Tears started to form as I kissed the skin over his heart.
His hand cupped my cheek and his thumb wiped away a single tear. “I know. Me, too,” he said softly. “Let’s just enjoy the time we have, yeah?”
I nodded and followed him into the shower. He spent long minutes washing my hair. “It’s grown a couple inches.”
“Yeah, it grows fast,” I said.
“So beautiful,” his eyes followed the suds that slipped down my hair, to the tile floor around our feet and down the drain.
While I finished rinsing he soaped up his hands. He never used the buff puff when we showered together back in Malibu. “Hands-on type of guy?” I waggled my eyebrows at him.
“Don’t you know it?” He placed his hands on my shoulders and massaged the soap into the tight tissue. It was heavenly. Strong fingers rubbed out every knot I had before moving seductively down my chest and over my breasts. He flipped me around and pressed my back to his front. Then he held both globes in his hands, running his thumbs and forefingers over the erect tips. My nipples twitched and tingled at every pass of his delightful fingers until they were tight and mimicked the tops of pencil erasers. Hard, high and round.
I moaned and leaned back into him, shutting my eyes. “I
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