Page 41 of Seduced By the Soldier
Leaving me to watch while I clean my teeth. She takes her time, caressing her body more than washing it, as a small smile plays on her lips.
I finish and step into the shower with her, torn between dropping to my knees and tasting her, and lifting her up and fucking her against the wall.
She pulls me closer and starts washing me. “This is the first time we are both been naked.”
“I know,” I growl. “And it’s killing me.” Her hands are everywhere but where I want them.
“You can touch me.”
I close my eyes for a second. “I want to learn every part of you, but the need is so raw.”
Her fingers brush over my lips. The scent of her arousal fills my lungs. “So tame it.”
I lick her fingers, drowning in the taste of her. How much more do I need to be sated?
She licks her lip, as if knowing that it wasn’t enough, only a promise of what is to come. I cup her face and kiss her, my lips moving against hers before she opens her mouth and lets my tongue invade. Her fingers wrap around my meq and stroke, and I don’t care about washing anymore. My hands slide over her ribs and her hips. While one hand smooths over her ass cheek, the other slips between her thighs. She moves her feet apart, and my fingers ease into her.
It is almost enough to cool the heat in my blood. I move slowly, remembering everything that she likes. The speed andthe pressure as my thumb brushes her pleasure bump. I want to feel her come as much as I want to fuck her. She is my mate, and I will do anything to keep her happy, so she remains mine.
She wraps her arms around my shoulders and kisses me, rocking her hips in rhythm with my fingers. Her tongue thrusts into my mouth, and all I want to do is come on her hand. But her breathing and heartbeat changes and I know she is close, so I hold back, waiting for Alisha to fall over the edge.
Her back arches, and she groans as she comes.
I need to fuck her and claim her. I grip her hips and pick her up, pressing her against the wall. The water shuts off, determining that we have used enough water. I don’t care about the water as she wraps her legs around my hips and my meq presses into her slick, hot core.
She exhales. Her breath is on my lips like a whisper of need.
I hold her still as I thrust deeper each time, keeping the steady pace that she likes, that is almost enough, but not quite, for me. Then she sinks down fully, and every movement causes a ripple of sensation to run through me. She moans into my mouth as she comes again, her channel clenching tight around my meq. I lose all control and fuck her faster as the need to come takes over.
I come with a growl, gripping her tight as I spill. The need will return, but for the moment the desperation has faded. Without the hot water pouring over my back, I am cold and wet, and so is she.
“It hasn’t been long enough to turn the water on, has it?”
“It has not.” She smiles at me. “And as good as it was, I do not want to wait here, like this, for another ten minutes.”
I step back and set her on her feet. “Next time, no shower first.”
“We needed the shower.” Her arms are around my neck, and she takes small kisses between each word.
“I’ll teach you how to swim…then you do not need to wait for water.”
“I look forward to those lessons. Hopefully, I am as quick at learning as you.” She presses a last kiss to my lips and pulls away to grab her towel. When she steps out of the shower, she pulls another towel from beneath the sink and hands it to me.
Tomorrow we will be moving quarters.
And there will be more problems to deal with, but that is part of living in a tribe. My tribe.
With my mate.
A life I hadn’t let myself imagine, yet it found me and claimed me, anyway. I pull her close and kiss her. “Thank you for choosing me.”
“It was not a hard choice. And I would do it again.” She kisses me. “The only thing that matters is now. You are my mate, and for the next few days, I am all yours.” She throws the towel over the rail. “Come on…the bed is calling.”
I need to sleep, even though I will wake hard and aching for her. Already, I’m looking forward to the rut being over. I place my towel over the rail and join her in the bed. She curls against me, and I put my arm around her. This is how we should’ve spent our first night.
She’s right…but how it happened doesn’t matter. What matters is what we do next.
