Page 33 of The Encounter
“Your skin is incredibly soft,” he murmured against her.
His fingers massaged her hips, and her body pressed into his. His manhood pressed into her belly, which was enough to make her want more.
“I want to feel you,” she said.
“How?”
“In me.”
“You want to have sex with me?”
She opened her eyes and looked at him, not sure how to take the tone of his voice. He was smiling, so she gave him the best seductive gaze she could, wondering how silly she actually looked.
“I do.”
He quickly shut the water off and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her shoulders before wrapping another around himself. She dried off and squeezed as much water out of her hair as she could before he pulled her toward the bed. His lips crashed into hers before she could make a single comment.
But words had no use right now. She wanted this. Sheneededthis.
They tumbled onto the bed when their legs hit and they crashed down onto it in a heap of laughter.
“Eager much?” she asked.
“Doll, I’ve been wanting this since the moment I saw you in that sailor costume.”
They crawled further up onto the bed, and she laid down, propping herself onto an elbow to face him. He brushed a lock of hair off her face, her hair still slowly dripping water down her shoulders.
“Your bed is going to have a huge wet spot after this.”
He smirked. “I’m counting on it.”
She blushed and giggled nervously. “That wasn’t what I meant.”
“I know. I guess it’ll have two then.”
She flushed a darker shade of red. He leaned forward and closed the distance between them, capturing her lips with his. He maneuvered himself on top of her and positioned a knee between her legs as his hand ran up her side, the other resting on her hip.
Their tongues mingled when his hand finally moved along the underside of her breast. She sucked in a breath, her skin immediately prickling with goosebumps. The pad of his thumb brushed over a perky nipple, and she moaned against his mouth.
“You’re already piqued,” he murmured against her lips.
“I’ve been wanting this.”
“Glad I’m not alone.”
He swiftly moved his other hand to her waiting sex and rolled a finger over her clit. Her breath caught and her whole body flushed with need. Never in her life had she wanted something as bad as this. No man had ever had her going this fast.
Her hands brushed up and down his back, and dug into him when two fingers pressed into her. She arched her back and let out a loud moan.
He groaned. “You’re tight. I can’t wait to feel myself moving in you.”
“Why wait?”
Her eagerness showed. She wanted to feel him. And she was honestly nervous to see how tight he would be in her because of his size.
“I want you to enjoy yourself,” he said, his thumb pressing her clit and his fingers curling into her.
Her mouth dropped open, and her back arched. “I am.”
