Page 51 of His Treasured Mate

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Page 51 of His Treasured Mate

“Lily,” he said in a voice that sounded like he thought I was a dream.

I stood before him and took a bar of soap to lather up my body.

He groaned. “You’re so beautiful all round and swollen with my baby. You have no idea what that does to me.”

I reached down and stroked him in my hand. “Oh, I have an idea.”

“That feels so good.”

He closed his eyes and let the water run down his skin as I continued to pleasure him.

Just watching him was driving me crazy. I rolled a nipple between my fingers with my free hand as I picked up the pace of my strokes.

“Yes. More,” he begged.

I knew that if I didn’t stop now, I wasn’t going to be able to, but then I knew he wasn’t going to be able to tell me no again either.

As I moved so that I was under the water stream and out in the open now, I let go of him and started washing my hair.

A second later, his eyes flew open.

“What the hell just happened?”

I sighed. “I was starting to get too worked up watching you, and I know how you feel about the no sex thing and not getting me stimulated and all. Not worth the risk, right?”

His jaw dropped open as he stared at me completely dumbfounded.

“Lily.”

I soaped up a washcloth and handed it to him. “Could you get my back?”

Every little touch from him affected me. I wasn’t sure how he thought he was going to be able to pull off seven more weeks of abstinence, but if he was going to persist with the plan, I was going to make his life a living nightmare filled with untouchable desires.

That was only a fleeting thought though when I felt light pressure between my shoulder blades, forcing me to brace myself against the wall.

He thoroughly rubbed every inch of my back and then reached around to my stomach. When he finally made it to my breasts, I was a heaping pile of nerves. Soft little sounds of appreciation kept escaping me. I couldn’t help it. He made me feel so good.

Nudging my thighs apart, he carefully washed my butt and thighs, completely avoiding exactly where I needed him most.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear. “You drive me nuts sometimes.”

“Who? Me?” I asked innocently.

“Just this once,” he muttered, and I nearly cried out in victory.

Thomas slammed into me in one swift thrust and then stilled, like he was savoring the moment. I lasted as long as I could before I started squirming against the pressure building within me.

When he started to move again, it was long concentrated strokes designed to draw out maximum pleasure for us both.

There was no way I was going to be able to last long.

Sure enough, just a few strokes later I could already feel the familiar quiver of excitement in my gut as I began climbing to that point of no return.

If he were a truly evil man, he would stop right now and walk away. But unlike me, my mate was a saint, and I knew he wanted me every bit as much as I wanted him.

He spoke dirty and sweet nothings in my ear, and he loved me through every stroke.

When I started to crest, he held me tighter and let me ride it out, but before my breathing even began to level out again, Thomas picked up the pace, pumping into me over and over until I wasn’t sure I could stand on my own any longer.




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