Thirty-four

With a shriek, I stepped into the glass-enclosed shower. A moan escaped as the hard needles of warm water hit my guts. My nipples clinked and tensed. Sensation shot through my body as if a charge of hot electricity had zapped me. I tweaked one nipple and the feeling boosted, making me fidget. Running the other hand down her stomach, I slid it between my shanks, separated the blown lips of her vulva and rubbed my clit, the seat of the constant beat that had started the moment.

Dylan was still sleeping, I had left him in a coverlet still catching his sleep.I was sure i had capitalized him off enough good. A breathy wail tumbled from my lips. I was so damn hot, if I didn't find relief soon she was going to explode.

Regard in the imaged places pasted on the only wall in the shower that wasn't glass showed a woman with an empty, frustrated look on my face, hair trickling around my face, hand buried between my legs. The individual places broke up the image, but it was still enough to raise my libido another notch. I turned toward the imaged wall and rested her head against the glass behind me, watching the expression on my face as I pleased herself.

Suddenly, the mood was broken. The shower door slid open with a loud crash.

I jumped and jerked my hands from my body. I was panting when I spun to

face an enraged Dylan. my aspect traveled from her phone in his hand to the red flush on his face, lips tensed into a straight line. Also down his naked casket to the jeans hanging off his hips, zip was undone.

“ Are you harkening, Ell? I allowed you would stop seeing other men!?” Nope. I wasn't harkening. I was too busy leering the wide breadth of the casket and the impeccably delineated muscles just staying for the swipe of my empty lingo. my body was formerly primed for coitus. Seeing Dylan like this simply upped the pressure another notch. Dylan dropped his aspect to my casket and my nipples peaked indeed more. my hands twitched and I made a move to cover my lower body. Also, I stilled. Damn it, she wasn't going to act like an outraged abecedarian. This was my restroom and no one had invited him in.

“ You have a problem, Dylan? I noway agreed. I simply said it's my life and i can fuck whoever i want!”

He reached over and placed the phone on the vanity top. “ No, but how do you suppose the person stalking you'll stop gathering further information about you if you keep fucking anybody out there?.”

I know he had a point, but all I had to do was be careful.

Without a by-your-leave, Dylan stepped into the shower quadrangle, jeans and all. I backed up, my mouth going dry at the determined look on his face. My shower was bigger than normal, surely wide enough to hold two people, but right now I felt crowded.

“ What the hell do you suppose you ’re doing?” I moved backward until my butt hit the glass panel behind me.

“ We need to work together if you want us to stop all this Elle.” He rested his hands on the glass, boxing me in. “ I know Dylan?"

My heart pounded. My palpitation tripped. I had to swallow doubly ahead I could

indeed suppose about speaking. “ Um, I ’ve been th-thinking.” My voice broke and i cleared my throat and started again. “ We should talk about this a bit further. About what will be after we … I … ah, damn.”

I dragged in a shaky breath. “ Dylan, we see each other in social circles. You're an operative, enough honorable I ’m sorry, but I do not suppose it’s going to work. I suppose —” I just felt like I had made his life complete. I wanted him, but I wanted him to have his life back without solicitude.

“ Woman, you suppose too important.”

He leaned in close, lowering his head toward me. Elle kept her eyes open until she

could no longer concentrate. His heat reached out to her. My nose twitched at the scent of wild manly and racy aftershave. A heady aphrodisiac. And he still had not kissed her. Despite my demurrers and my attempts to back out because of problems that may do subsequently, I conceded she wanted Dylan with a ferocious hunger I hadn't endured in a long while. Indeed if i had had some of him the former night.

Why was I fighting it? Was I staying for Dylan to make the decision so it was

taken out of my hands? What about Cole?. What about Mark?I was an indeed bigger sissy than I had allowed. I had always taken care of her own sexual requirements, but Dylan had rocked my safe little world.

The moment for thinking was once. Dylan swooped. His mouth claimed mine. He

nibbled at my bottom lip before soothing the slight sting with the tip of his lingo. When I heaved, he slid outside, his lingo pecking and teasing. I met his voluptuous attack, corkscrewing my lingo with his, stinking him deeper until he moaned into my mouth.

Dylan broke off the kiss with one final reach of his lingo across my lower lip. “ Lady, we've commodity going then and I ’m not about to waste all this sexual pressure on a freaking Work relationship, who said i can't have a gal because I'm an operative?.”

He rested his weight against me, his body brushing mine. I squiggled and the

dark hair on his casket abraded my palpitating nipples. When he cupped one bone in his hand and tweaked the hard tip formerly sensitized from my own ministrations, heat shot down to my core.

I plodded to find my voice. “ All this is nothing but talk, Its just coitus. What are

you going to do about it?”

“ What would you like me to do about it? I ’m your willing slave. You name it and you ’ve got it.”

A sexy smile twisted his lips. It promised everything … and nothing. Because I

knew darn well he was staying for me to put it into words. Damn him, he wanted me to supplicate. A shiver tracked down my chine as a Unethical idea seared my brain. Did I have the guts to carry it through? I goggled at the knowing look in his eyes, his brows raised in

. question.

Damn, right I did!

Pushing him back, I turned so I faced the wall of imaged places. The smile

faded from his face and a moue took its place. I dragged it out a many twinkles longer before pointing at the bottom of the shower.

“ Take off those wet jeans and get down on your knees, slave.

"Huh?” Dylan shook his head.

I fought to keep my face straight and my voice scourge-sharp. “ On your knees,

. slave, and service your doxy.”

Dylan didn't take long to get the picture. Within twinkles, he'd hulled the soppy jeans down his long legs. He demurred the pants into the corner of the shower and turned to face her. Oh thank you, God. Dylan was surely into the fantasy, given the state of the rampant construction protruding out from the dark pubic hair at the apex of his shanks.

The rest of him wasn't bad moreover. A broad casket with a sprinkling of dark hair running in a fine line down his stomach. Washboard abs that made a girl want to run her hands across his torso. And what I could see of his burro in the glass places? Damn, I did like a joe with a tight butt, and I had no way really noticed Dylan until now. Before she could take in any more, Dylan slid down onto his knees.

“ What do you do with my doxy solicitations from me?”

I beamed. Damn it, I had always wanted to say it, but had no way had the guts

. Ahead. By God, this time I had to do it. “ Eat me, slave.”

Dylan’s face went blank for a moment before a sexy grin twisted his lips. “ Your want is my command.”

Oh yeah, Dylan was into fantasy play.

“ Lean back against the glass.”

When I had complied, he lifted my right bottom and licked at my toes. “ Similar dainty bases.

“ You know, I can generally tell how a woman is feeling by looking at her bases.”

“ Yeah right. Talking toes.”

My bottom resting on one hand, he slid the other up the reverse of my shin to the soft skin behind my knee. Light strokes. Feather-soft. But in their wake, they left chinking whim-whams consummations. Heat zapped along my modes and my toes coiled under.

“ How about I tell you what you ’re feeling right now?” Dylan beamed up at me.

I plodded to come up with a smart answer, but she lost the capability for coherent speech when Dylan skimmed his fritters up the inside of her ham. I smelled in a shaky breath, staying for him to go the final many elevations. He did not, and I released the air in my lungs with a loud sibilant.

“ Is this what my doxy solicitations?'' He started at my ankle again, licking his way up my leg. Every so frequently he'd to stop and nibble, soothing the slight sting of his bite with a stage of his lingo. I had no way been into biting, but damned if it didn't make him indeed hotter.

“ For crying out loud, Dylan, what's taking you so long? I ’m going crazy then.”

I seized hold of his hair and tried to pull him closer to my cat. He redressed by stinking the sensitive meat of my inner ham between his teeth.

Heat slammed into me. Temblors slid up and down her chine. The muscles in my legs bucketed and Elle tensed her grip on Cole’s hair to help herself snaking down the wall and onto the wet penstocks. Before I recaptured my equilibrium, Dylan balanced my bottom on his shoulder.

“ Let your knee drop out to the side,” he rumored in a husky voice. “ I want to be suitable to see you.” He darted a regard over his shoulder at the glasses behind him. “ Look at yourself, Elle. How sexy is that?”

I glanced at his image as well. He sounded … different. It was not just that his body was open to view. It was the look on his face. Empty. Eyes heavy-lidded. A flush coloring his cheeks. But utmost of all, he looked agitated. A surge of embarrassment hit him and he darted his regard down. I looked down too.

“ No, keep watching. I want you to see yourself as I see you.” He said

Dylan buried his head between my shanks. His hot breath rowed across the blown lips of my cat. When he parted and darted the tip of his lingo across my clit, sensation skyrocketed through me.

“ Oh my godness,” I rumored. I squiggled in his hold, but I couldn't escape the

. succulent torment. Dylan played me like a musical instrument — stroking, stroking, blarneying a howling sound from her when he smelled at her clit.

The woman in the glass rolled her head from side to side. Indigent, breathy heartbreaks tumbled from my lips. A flush stressed both cheeks.

I smelled her lip at the reflection. I looked so abandoned. Wanton. But I also

looked … desirable. Sexy. And the idea of watching myself turn into a molten mass of heated hormones drove the pressure advanced. A rustle escaped as Dylan suddenly slid his lingo deep into my cat. My internal muscles gripped. My gut tensed as the pressure erected. I listed my pelvis forward as he pushed my leg wider, opening my up to the full ministrations of his mouth. my hips took up the meter, matching the thrusting of his

. lingo. While his mouth continued to feast on me, Dylan slid his hand between them and smoothly pinched my clit between thumb and forefinger.

Pleasure slammed into me. A white-hot burst of sensation. I screamed out, my voice thin and reedy. Sexual energy rushed along my modes, firing synapses each over my body like exquisite atomic eruptions. I tried to hang on, wanted to protract it, but the passions entwined out of control.

The scent of my thrill girdled them, the musky aroma boosted by the heated atmosphere. The smell acted on my senses, pushing me into a cataclysmic explosion. My body jiggled, tensing the internal muscles of her cat, the storms spreading out until they encompassed her whole body. Before the last spasm faded, Cole dropped my leg from his shoulder and stood. I was slightly conscious of him gripping the cheeks of my burro and lifting me. By sheer instinct, I coiled my legs around his hips and locked my ankles. I was still floundering to catch my breath when he drove home, burying his hard construction in my palpitating cat. Oh yeah, now this I was surely conscious of. Sensation concentrated on sensation. Her muscles stretched to accommodate his range. Fire whipped through my blood, coalescing into a raging conflagration between my shanks. Adhering tight to his shoulders, I grinded my pelvis against him, driving his incline deep. At the added disunion on my sensitized clit, my breathing fractured and I started to wheeze. Dylan moaned and lifted me higher so only the head of his incline was inside me. Also he held still, dragging in a jouncing breath.

“ Oh God, do not stop.” I shook so much, if he had not been holding me was

. sure I would have disintegrated each over the restroom.

“ Tell me what you want.”

“ Damn you, Dylan, you know what I want.” I tensed my grip on his

shoulders and tried to ply enough pressure to push him deep again.

“ Tell me what you want, lady. Give me the words.”

“ I want you to fuck mem Fuck me, fuck me hard. Now!” At my use of the common circumlocution for making love, a shiver quivered through me. I felt it through the intimate connection of their bodies.

" Now tell me who you ’re fucking,” Dylan growled in a husky voice.

It took a moment for me to make sense of what he wanted. Hell, there was only one man in the room. Who the heck did he suppose she was fucking? Also the penny dropped. He wanted to know whether I saw him just as a coitus chum, or commodity differently. Perhaps the man was sick of being known as just a bare coitus chum.

“ Dylan!” I listed her hips, pushing his gemstone-hard incline a farther inch inside

. me. “ If you don't fuck the hell out of me right now I ’m going to crawl out of then and find someone different to do the job.” He knew I meant it.

I didn't get time to say anything differently. Dylan tensed his grip on my hips and slammed me down hard, piercing me on his rigid incline. A startled cry broke from my lips at the sensation of wholeness. I gripped my muscles around him, tensed my arms about his neck, and prepared to enjoy the erogenous lift. Dylan braced his against the glass wall of the shower, lowering his head to take my mouth in a heated kiss as he pumped his hips and base his pelvis against mine. With every thrust of his lingo, he drove his incline into my cat, rotating his hips to vary the sensation. Pressure curled low and heavy in the hole of my stomach. I knew I wasn't far off coming again, but this time I wanted Dylan with her. I felt his muscles bunch and strain. He cried out my name and pulled me down hard, burying his incline to the bow in my

. core. As he voided himself deep inside me, it started an analogous response in me and I screamed into her climax.

my release rocked me. Empowering and shattering at the same time. I felt I had lost touch with reality, that I was suspended nearly between a blazing world of molten hot feelings and the total blindness of a whiteout.

“ Holy crap,” Dylan murmured. “ Talk about an explosion.”

“ Tell me about it!” Explosion was an understatement. I felt completely worn out. I

i didn't indeed have the energy to drag my arms from Dylan's neck or unkink my legs from his hips.

“ I've heard of deforming someone’s burro off, but I suppose you did my legs this time.” He backed up and started to slide down the imaged wall of the shower, I still gripped tight in his arms.