Page 42 of The Decoy

I turn in her arms, and we stand there for a second, wrapped in each other. Leaning down, I nuzzle her neck and place a few kisses on her soft skin.

“I need a shower,” I say quietly against her ear, my voice heavy with suggestion. “A long one. And I think you should join me.”

Ellis tilts her head and looks up at me, her eyes heating, matching the desire pulsing through me. “Okay.”

I take her hand and lead her up to my bedroom and then to my en suite. The motion sensor lights I had installed light up when we walk into the room. I turn on the shower, letting it heat up.

We quietly undress each other, slowly, tenderly. And when our clothes are pooled at our feet, my breath catches in my throat.

She stands inches away from me, bathed in the soft lighting of the steamed room. Her body is breathtaking. My hands find her hips, and I pull her closer, my thumbs brushing gently on the sides of her bump.

“You’re so beautiful, Ellis,” I rasp. “You literally take my breath away. I think I might die if I don’t have you.”

Her neck flushes pink, and she reaches up, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me down to her. “Show me how much you want me.”

I lead her into the shower, beneath the falling water. The hot rain soaks us instantly, matting her hair against her back and shoulders as water runs down her skin like tiny diamonds.

We wash each other quietly, reverently, taking our time as we learn one another’s bodies. I watch her face as I wash her breasts, noticing the slight hitch when I brush over her nipples, then slide my hand down between her legs, cupping her pussy. I slip a finger into her crease, and she’s wet and warm, and there’s no doubt how turned on she is.

I pull my hand away and bring her against my chest, my mouth coming down over hers in a deep, hot, desperate kiss that consumes us both. There’s no holding back. My tongue sweeps into her mouth, tasting her, claiming her, while my hands roam down the slick curve of her back, cupping her ass and grinding her against my hard cock.

She lets out a soft, breathless moan into my mouth, her fingers gripping tightly into the wet hair at the nape of my neck.

I back her against the tile wall, my lips trailing down from her mouth to her jaw, down the slope of her neck, over her collarbone, and down to her gorgeous tits. I take one nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it while my hand cups the other, thumbing the peak until she arches her back, gasping out loud.

“Brody… please,” she whimpers, her hands sliding down my broad shoulders.

Before I can lift her up, she places both hands against my chest, nudging me back a step.

I look down at her through the falling water as she sinks down onto her knees on the tile floor.

I suck in a sharp breath. “El⁠—”

“My turn,” she says against my skin, her eyes lifting to meet mine through wet lashes, full of desire and confidence.

She reaches out, her smaller hands sliding up the back of my thighs, cupping my ass, pulling me closer to her, my dick throbbing as it inches closer to her face.

I let out a guttural growl, my hips thrusting as the head of my shaft brushes against her lips.

Ellis doesn’t hesitate. She parts her lips and takes me deep into her warm, wet mouth in one smooth stroke.

“Fuck,” I gasp out loud, my head snapping back against the glass, my hands wrapping around her head, but not tightly.

The sensation of being in her mouth is absolute torture and heaven combined. She swirls her tongue around the tip, then draws me in deeper, her hand wrapping around the base of my length to stroke me in a tight, steady rhythm that matches the slick glide of her mouth. The contrast of the hot water and the tight, intense heat of her mouth is enough to drive me completely out of my mind.

“Ellis…fuck,” I groan, my hands tightening in her hair, fighting the urge to thrust into her mouth to her throat. “Princess, stop…I’m gonna come…”

She pulls back just an inch, letting out a soft, teasing hum, her thumb brushing away a bead of pre-cum from the head before she licks it clean with a slow, deliberate stroke of her tongue that nearly brings me to my knees.

I can’t hold off for another minute. I reach down, my hands sliding under her arms, and lift her effortlessly off the floor until she’s back on her feet, pressed against my chest.

“Bed. Now,” I growl against her mouth, shutting off the water with one quick flick of my wrist.

I don’t even bother grabbing towels. I do wrap my robe around her shoulders, though, then lift her in my arms and carry her straight out of the bathroom, into my bedroom, laying her down in the center of my king-sized bed.

I hover over her, naked and slick with water, my pulse pounding so hard I feel like I can feel it.

Ellis looks up at me, her eyes wide and nearly glowing in the dim room. She brushes the robe off her shoulders, exposing her bare skin and opening her legs in invitation.