Page 55 of War

“Hi,” she said back.

An intense pull made me want to touch her. My mouth captured hers, our lips tugging and sucking on each other and a delicate battle happening between our tongues.

I pressed my body to hers, my hard cock resting against her pubic bone.

A few minutes passed while we kissed, thoroughly enjoying each other.

Amantha pulled away and cleared her throat. Her hazel gaze focused on me. “The water's probably warm. Limited hot water supply. We should shower before the hot water runs out and it gets cold again.”

Oh, right. Good idea.

“Right. Up we go.” I gripped my hands around her ass and held her against me as I walked over to the shower.

I put a hand under the water to test the temperature. All good.

I grasped her firmly against me as we stepped inside.

Once I set her on her feet, we pulled the curtain shut and took care of showering. Laughter filled the room as we washedeach other's hair and bodies. Amantha helped make sure I got all the mud off.

When I turned the water off, we were both squeaky clean.

I smiled in amusement when the realization hit me. “You had me all worked up. And today was laundry day. Guess what we don't have.”

Amantha smiled. “Whoops. Who needs towels, anyway?”

“It's okay,” I teased. “I enjoy having you all wet against me, anyway.”

“You did this on purpose, didn't you?”

I grinned. “Maybe.”

I picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around my hips again. Her lips found mine, and she kissed me as I carried her out of the bathroom, across to the bedroom.

I settled us onto the bed, me on top and wedged between her hips.

Her head rested on a pillow, and her damp hair surrounded her face. She looked amazing.

I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I want you to be as loud as you want to be. Don't hold back. No one's here but us. Moan for me.”

She smiled and bit her lip. “Okay.”

I ran my nose up her neck and pressed a kiss to her pulse point. “You know I can't resist that.”

“I don't want you to resist.”

I kissed down her body, kissing around but not on all the places she wanted my mouth. Around her nipples, on her inner thighs. But not directly on her nipples or her clit. I kissed her all over, until Amantha gripped the sheets and trembled in anticipation.

“Please, Zion. Please,” she begged.

When my tongue finally massaged her clit, Amantha moaned loudly.

Good girl.

I slipped two fingers inside her and pumped them deeply.

Almost immediately, she came around my fingers. She cried out, almost in tears from the denial.