Page 6 of Shiver Me Timbers
“Yes, Daddy.”
Every breath releases a moan from her lips, and while I distract her with my mouth, I move my hand away from her throat to release myself from my jeans. Just as her body starts to judder underneath me with frustration and potential climax, I push her knickers aside and seat myself to the hilt.
The sensation of her tight, molten core wrapped around my cock makes me groan into her sweet-smelling hair. My hand clenches her arse to keep her from moving herself up and down my dick. I watch in wonder as she silently screams in pleasure, her body convulsing against mine as she pants through her orgasm.
I feel her walls clench around me, begging me to thrust into her over and over again, but I force myself to hold still and wait until she comes back down. As soon as she blinks up at me and regains her voice, I begin thrusting into her mercilessly. Fuelled by the encouragement I rip from her throat, I make her cum again, then roll onto my back with her astride my dick, watching as she rides it. The view of it sliding in and out, along with the ecstasy across her face from the feel of my cock inside her, sends me over the edge when she cums. Both of our bodies are drenched in sweat from the rough love-making, but also from the release of what we’ve been craving for months. How am I going to let this woman go?
She collapses onto my chest, making no move to get off me. I cradle her there in my arms, and I play with her hair. My body is sated, but my hands are determined to memorise every inch of her within the eighteen or so hours we have left together.
CHAPTER3
ALICE
“Don’t just stand thereand watch.”
Even through the pounding of water hitting the shower floor, Joseph’s voice pierces me right to my weakest part. His words wrapped around me before yesterday—the sound of his voice had me giving him my heart—but now, he’s wrapped his arms around me, and I’m helpless. He told me he’d own me, and I laughed, but he’s more right than I think I’ll ever be able to admit.
“If I come in that shower, we will be late, and I know you won’t care, but I’m best-woman in this wedding, remember?” I transfer my eyes to the mirror and try to focus on the makeup set out on the side. My eyes wander to his silhouette in the glass every few seconds. I feel like the steam rising to the ceiling—I’m floating on cloud nine, but I know this man isn’t going to let me fall. He’s the real deal; he’d never hurt me.
His large hand wipes at the steam, his eyes peering through the little window he’s cleared on the shower glass. “You’re thinking hard. I can hear your brain clunking.” His eyes study me closely until the steam blocks his view again.
“I guess I’m still a little shocked that…” We’ve talked about everything under the sun, and I’ve already bared my heart to him, but that was behind the safety of a phone. It’s harder to do with him here, standing in front of me, in the flesh.
“Shocked about what, Missy?”
Joseph’s nickname for me melts my resolve to keep it to myself.
“That this is real.” I focus on painting the foundation on my face, consciously steadying my breathing. “You could have been an arsehole, or the chemistry could have fizzled when we met…Instead, you’re everything I hoped you would be.” I glanced at his stilled form standing in the steam. “You’re everything I prayed you would be.”
When his silence starts to stretch, panic begins to rise loudly in my ears…until he breaks it. “Missy…baby…you’re everything I want. I don’t want you to ever doubt that.”
Steam explodes from the door as he swings it open and strides out, coming to stand behind me and blatantly ignoring the water pouring off him onto the floor. A grave seriousness has hardened his eyes, and he holds my gaze captive in the mirror.
“You’re so good. You’re pure, sexy as fuck, and you make every day better for me with just a simple text. I didn’t think I was capable of that, but you changed that for me. Soneverdoubtthat all I want is for you to bemine.”
The water still clinging to his skin soaks the cotton of his T-shirt I put on after I showered. The way his smell clung to it was too much to resist. The look in his eyes when he saw me wearing it only made it better.
“I want to be yours.” My voice comes out as a whisper. He makes my soul feel naked, like he can see right down to the cracks inside me.
He bends down until his face is buried in my neck. I rise onto my tiptoes, trying to stop him from having to stoop so low.
“Then that’s that, then.” His voice has a finality in it that sends a shiver down my spine. His arms move away from me slowly so his hands can explore. “Are you sure we don’t have time? Because I’d really like to eat you before we go. Hearing you say things like that makes me want to be inside you.”
Joseph’s voice, low and husky, makes my legs turn to jelly. My heart, while already beating fast, somehow manages to speed up. This man has me ready for him at a touch of a button. If he touches between my legs, he’ll bend me over the bathroom counter because I can feel myself beginning to drip down my thighs.
“We don’t have time.”
“Oh, Missy. I think it’d be mean to make Daddy go to this wedding hungry.” His hands spin me as he growls. Placing my hands on the edge of my bathroom counter, he drops to his knees in front of me, his hands going straight to the back of my knees. “Hold on to the counter,” is his only warning as he lifts my knees so they’re over his shoulder.
He bends me in half as he rises to kiss my lips. His mouth is hungry, possessive, and his teeth leave a delicious sting when he bites my lip. The combination of his kiss and my legs being spread, feeling completely bared to him, and I’m sure I’m about to drip on the bathroom floor. I’ve never felt lust like this.
Joseph breaks our kiss with a deep sound escaping his throat. “I could kiss you forever, Missy.” He lowers, his head moving as if magnetised to my pussy. “I’ll kiss you forever, all over, everywhere and anytime you’ll let me.” His words sound like a prayer, washing me in the addictive feeling of being worshiped. We fucked nasty last night, but this feels different.
The angle of my legs pushes the hem of his T-shirt up, revealing my naked pussy to him. He shifts me higher onto his shoulders, until I’m practically sitting on his face. His hands come up to cup my arse so I can’t wiggle anywhere, and he begins to eat me like he’s a starved man. The wet caress of his tongue, combined with the rough tug of him dragging my clit behind his teeth, has me calling out and clutching the back of his head in my hand.
This man has taken my body places I’ve never been before, spoiled me in so much pleasure that, if I wasn’t sure he’d be staying, I’d be terrified of how I’d move on from him. He’s raised the bar higher than I thought it could ever go.
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