Page 117 of Whisper Sweet Nothings
“No. No, that’s perfect.” I smiled up at him. “Should we get out of the tub before we start pruning?”
“I have a better idea.” His heated gaze found mine.
“Tell me.”
“What if we rinse off in the shower, and I fuck you senseless in there.”
“Promises, promises,” I said while wiggling my brows to shake off my anxiety.
Things were going great. I had nothing to stress about.
He pushed up so fast, I was caught off guard. He stepped out and lifted me easily as my head fell back in a fit of giggles. He carried me to the shower and set me down, then turned on the water and moved me beneath the spray.
I squeezed some body wash in my palm and rubbed my hands together before moving my hands over his chest and down his body. My hand wrapped around his erection, which was rock hard, and I stroked him a few times as he groaned.
“Fuck, Winnie,” he said, his voice gruff.
He reached for the body soap and took his time washing me. Covering my breasts with his hands and working his way down my body.
“I want you right now,” I whispered.
He nodded and then sighed. “Shit. I need to go get a condom.”
I wrapped my hand around his forearm. “I’m on the pill. I’ve only been with one person, and we always used a condom.”
He cinched his brows together, a little wrinkle forming just above his nose, probably finding that odd, seeing as we were married. But he didn’t say anything, so I felt the need to explain.
“He was terrified that I would get pregnant, and he didn’t want a child until we were older.”
“I’ve never been with anyone without a condom. Obviously Scarlet got pregnant while using a condom because we realized it broke during sex. She wasn’t using any other form of birth control at the time.” He stared into my eyes.
“So you can be my first and I can be your first,” I said as the water sprayed down on my back.
“Are you sure?” He stroked my cheek with his thumb.
“I’m sure.”
He moved forward, my back hitting the wall. His gripped my thighs and lifted my feet off the ground as my legs wrapped around his waist.
His tip teased my entrance, and I reached down to find him thick and hard and ready, and then he shifted forward as he filled me. My head fell back at the sensation, and I gasped.
“Yeeesss,” I groaned.
“You feel so fucking good, Winnie. So fucking perfect.” His voice was pure gravel against my ear.
He pulled back, studying me for a few beats before I leaned down and kissed him.
And he drove in and out of me, over and over.
The water pounded down around us, the shower filling with steam as he fucked me relentlessly.
Nothing had ever felt better.
He pulled back, his mouth losing contact with mine, and I missed him already.
“I want to look at you when you come all over my bare cock.”
I nodded as he took his free hand and gathered my wrists and pinned them above my head. And then he thrust forward again.
