Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 47822 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47822 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
“Like what you see?” There was a hint of amusement in his voice, but also vulnerability that surprised me.
“Very much,” I admitted, my eyes trailing over the defined muscles of his abdomen. Crush was hard. All over. His body a testament to years of physical discipline, muscles flexed and bunched under his skin making my palm itch to caress every inch. His cock was fully erect, jutting proudly thick and intimidating from a nest of dark hair.
I was already naked from my encounter with Byte, but standing there under Crush’s intense scrutiny made me feel suddenly self-conscious. He must have sensed my hesitation because he stepped forward, cupping my face in his large hands.
“You’re perfect,” he said simply, then bent to press his lips to mine in a surprisingly gentle kiss given the hunger radiating from him.
He guided me into the shower, the warm spray hitting my back as steam billowed around us. The glass enclosure, our own private world, insulated from everything except the occasional rumble of thunder that vibrated through the walls.
Crush reached for a bottle of soap, pouring some into his palm. “Turn around,” he instructed, his voice soft but commanding.
I did as he asked, facing the shower wall as his hands began to work the soap into a lather across my shoulders. His fingers massaged out knots of tension I hadn’t even realized were there. I sighed, leaning against him as he worked his way down my back.
“Relax, baby. Nothing happens that you don’t want to happen. And as much as I want to, I’m not going to fuck you here. I want to learn your body. And I want my own taste of you.”
Crush turned me to face him, his gaze finding mine as his hand slid between my thighs. “Still want this?” he asked, his finger tracing my entrance without quite pushing inside.
“Yes,” I breathed, spreading my legs slightly to give him better access. “Touch me.”
He captured my lips again as he slid two fingers inside me, his other arm wrapping around my waist to hold me steady. I moaned into his mouth, clutching at his shoulders for support. He worked me slowly when I began to rock against his hand.
“That’s it,” he encouraged against my lips. “Show me what you need.”
Crush had an intensity about him that Byte didn’t, but I knew it would be easy to be overwhelmed by Crush’s force of personality and his dominance if Byte didn’t temper him. One more reason I could see why they needed any relationship they had with a woman to have both their dynamics.
His fingers inside me, he moved his thumb to my clit with unerring accuracy. “I’ve got you,” he murmured, backing me against the shower wall for support as he dropped to his knees before me. “Hold onto me.”
I threaded my fingers through his wet hair as he lifted one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me completely to him. The first stroke of his tongue had me crying out, the sound echoing off the shower walls. He was relentless, alternating between broad, flat strokes and pointed flutters that had me climbing toward another peak with shocking speed.
“Crush.” I tugged at his hair as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable intensity. “Oh, my God!”
“Do it,” he commanded, the words vibrating against my sensitive flesh. “Come all over my face, River.”
I came so hard it felt like I’d been hit by a train. My scream wasn’t subtle, and I didn’t try to hold anything back. My vision went white around the edges as my muscles seized and I came in a wet rush. Crush held me upright with a strong grip on my thighs. He worked me through it, gentling his touch on my clit as I came down from the incredible high.
When I could focus again, I found Crush watching me with something like reverence in his gaze. The vulnerability there gave me courage I didn’t know I possessed. I pushed off the wall, suddenly determined to give him the same pleasure he’d given me.
“Sit,” I directed, nodding toward the built-in bench along one wall of the shower.
Surprise flickered across his face, but he complied, settling onto the bench with his legs spread. I dropped to my knees between them, the warm water streaming down my back as I ran my hands up his thighs.
“River, you don’t have to --”
“I want to,” I interrupted, meeting his gaze directly. “I want to taste you, Crush. And later, I’m going to do the same to Byte. Not because I think I have to. Because I want this experience with everything in my entire being.”
His eyes darkened at my words, his dick twitching and pulsing. I wrapped my hand around his cock. A bead of moisture had formed at the tip, and I leaned forward to lick it away, savoring the salty taste of him.