Page 89 of Spiral
Without a word, I fall to my knees in front of her, dropping the towel that concealed my growing erection as I hit the concrete floor. I flinch slightly in discomfort but make no attempt to move as my tongue collides with her perky nipple. A breathy moan escapes her lips, leaving me dizzy from how much I want her.
54 | Georgia
DESPERATE AND AROUSED, Henry lifts me off the ground and into his arms, kissing me hard as his hand fumbles to turn on the shower. My heated skin clings to his as the warm water begins to rain on us both, drenching our hair and faces as his tongue circles mine.
“I want you inside me, captain,” I coo, reaching beneath my legs and stroking his cock slowly.
“Yes ma’am,” he grunts as my hand pumps up and down, each movement growing slicker as his pre-come drips onto my fist.
I wince slightly as he presses my back against the cold tile of the shower stall.
“You okay?” he asks, flicking tendrils of dripping hair away from his eyes.
I don’t respond, instead focusing on his eyes rolling to the back of his head as I sink onto his dick. My soaking pussy grips him tightly as I shift my weight upward before sliding back down to his base. Henry grips my ass firmly, a guttural moan escaping his lips, and plunges himself deep inside of me. His throbbing dick fills me entirely, stretching me to my limits and overwhelming me with pleasure as he hits my G-spot. Hot water splashes around us as he mercilessly slams into my pussy, an echoed slap filling the locker room around us with each desperate thrust.
“Fucking hell, Georgia,” he stammers, his voice low and breathy as his lips part in ecstasy.
“Tell me how much you like fucking me, Henry,” I whisper as I pull myself into his chest, raking my hands into his hair and gripping tight. “I know you’ve wanted me since the first day we met.”
My voice is raspy and light, breaking slightly with every pump of his rigid erection.
“Fuck,” he grunts, throwing his head back as his thrusts grow ragged. “I love it so much, baby.”
His skin is flushed and chiseled muscles tense as he lifts my full body weight up and down his shaft. As the steam of the shower drips from his tousled hair and down his chest, I can’t help but allow my eyes to wander downward to his rigid abdomen.
“You’re such a good girl for me,” he groans, leaning his forehead against my shoulder as he continues to thrust inside of me.
“I want to feel you come inside me,” I rasp, my voice teasing and needy.
“Shit. Oh, fuck–”
Henry moans unsteadily, his muscles jerking slightly as his come overflows my pussy. The heat of his seed drips down the interior of my thigh, and I bite back a ragged moan as I pull him into my chest.
“That’s it, Henry, come for me,” I urge, running my fingers through his dripping hair.
His labored breathing slows along with the pulsing rhythm of his cock, which still sits deep inside of me. Gently and carefully, Henry lifts my weight from around him and places me on the moist floor. His forest green eyes glisten in the steamy haze of the shower, dark hair dripping and cheeks flushed from the heat as he gazes down at me. His breaths are deep and steady as he trails his eyes down my naked body.
“You are perfect,” he whispers, stepping closer to me until his glistening abs press against my breasts.
Henry places a gentle kiss on my forehead as he reaches behind me to retrieve a small bottle of soap. Without a word, he squeezes the cold liquid onto my chest, never breaking eye contact, and begins to massage it into my swollen and blushed breasts. His touch is so gentle, so tender, I can barely feel his hands caressing every inch of my body, lathering the soap against my sensitive skin with unimaginable care. He drops to his knees in front of me to focus on my lower half, his eyes focused and intense, as if he’s scared he’ll hurt me by pressing too hard.
“I just want to worship you,” he whispers, flickering his gaze to briefly meet mine in a moment of vulnerability.
God. I want that, too.
As he kneels before me, I hesitantly pour a small amount of shampoo in my hand and begin to work it into his messied hair. He looks up at me, smiling with dimples on full display, and sits still to allow me to finish. Carefully, I run my hands through the strands of his hair, lathering the shampoo until it bubbles, before directing him under the stream of water to rinse. The water pours over his chiseled chest and abdomen, running through the crevices of his muscles like a waterfall carved into a mountain. A lump forms in the back of my throat as I take in the intimacy of the moment, the closeness.
“I love you, Georgia.” His voice is warm and brazen as he speaks, his dripping hair pushed back from his face from my touch.
“I love you, too, Henry–”
“No, you don’t understand, Georgia. I’m in love with you. I am the luckiest man in the whole world. More than any millionaire, or billionaire, or lottery winner. Because all they have is money. That’s easy, you can get that anywhere. But I have you – and you are priceless.”
My cheeks instantly redden, and I can’t help but joke to break the tension of the moment.
“So, basically what you’re saying is that my worth is indeterminate–”
“No,” he interjects, his expression stern. “What I’m saying is that you make everything else in this world seem worthless.”