Page 66 of Sinner's Storm

I moved my hands over his torso. Sex with him was phenomenal, but from that first night, all I dreamed about was touching him, feeling all the different planes and curves and shapes of his body under my fingers. My eyes flickered toward him a few times as I touched him.

He just stood there, smiling.

I moved closer, snaking my arms under his, so I could touch his back. I swore I could feel the warmth radiating from the muscles he’d worked so vigorously last night. At some point, a desire to be closer to him overwhelmed me and I gripped his back, pulling myself against him.

“I like this,” I murmured into his chest.

His chest vibrated under my head as he chuckled. “Me, too.”

I took another moment to just lean against him.

Against my husband.

I’d never felt this way about someone or been able to think of anyone in this way.

He’d been what I dreamed of for years.

Leaning my head against his chest, I closed my eyes and listened to his heartbeat.

I sighed.

For a moment, I just wanted to stay like this and drift off to the rhythmic thumping beneath me. And I would have until Jason’s fingers moved down my back, creating lines of heat and electricity down my flesh even under the warm spray.

I looked up at him as he lowered his mouth to mine.

All thoughts fled as our lips connected when my body melted against him. When he finally pulled back, my mind was hazy, and my heart hammered at my chest.

“God, babe, you are so fucking responsive, and as much as I would love to stay and explore how responsive you are, I need to head to the clubhouse. Montana called for a meeting.”

“Okay,” I whispered reluctantly, pushing myself away from his chest.

Standing behind me, his hands gripped my hips. “Hey. I meant what I said. You don’t have to go if you don’t want to. I’m not going to force you to do anything.”

“I want to stay here,” I admitted as I glanced over my shoulder and met Jason’s hazy blue eyes.

“Fuck me,” he murmured, his grip tightening on my hips as a low growl left his chest. The next thing I knew, he grabbed my hands, placed them on the tiled wall before me, kicked my legs open, and slipped his hard cock into me.

“Oh yes,” I cried as my head fell back against his chest and his cock stretched my walls, brushing against my G-spot. My nerve endings lit up, sending bolts of pleasure crackling through me as his cock traveled deeper and deeper. My body sparked like fireworks at the sensations radiating out in waves when Jason’s cock hit the back of my pussy, head grinding against that wonderful spot.

“Fuck,” I hissed.

Jason withdrew, only to ram his cock back in.

My vision blurred for a moment, the haze in my mind growing thicker. His next thrust shook me a bit, almost making me slip, but I adjusted my footing, gripping the showerhead as I arched my back.

“Fuck,” he groaned as his grip tightened on my hips. “I have to fuck that ass soon.”

I closed my eyes, giving myself over to the sensations assaulting my body. Jason’s cock stretched me, stimulating me with every thrust. The underside of his cock rubbed back and forth over my G-spot, constantly sending lightning bolts of pleasure through me, further clouding my head with arousal. At the end of each thrust, his balls slapped against my clit and his cockhead ground against my cervix. The twin explosions of pleasure within me made it even harder for me to keep upright or even just keep from twitching, but, somehow, I managed.

As Jason fucked me, my mind conjured fantasies of what sex with him might be like once we found our rhythm, when I felt his fingers curl around my throat while his other hand slapped my ass relentlessly, overwhelming me until I became putty in his hands.

My mind drifted so far that my first orgasm came out of nowhere, rolling over me like a tidal wave, almost literally knocking me off my feet as he kept thrusting into me. My body succumbed to my orgasm, twitching and shaking soundlessly. My mouth, wide open in a silent scream of bliss.

His continued thrusting, stretching, slapping, grinding, quickly became too much, and I cried out, as he stilled inside me, his cock dumping another load of his cum deep into me.

In the next moment, he pulled me upright, back resting against his chest.

A moan slipped out when he kissed my neck, lips like fire, sparks bursting from the skin. I whimpered when his mouth left my skin, then shivered, pussy involuntarily clenching around his cock when his lips brushed against my ear.