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cock stirring again.
“Absolutely.”
Chapter Eight
In the shower, Megan’s heart squeezed with the tenderness Trevor demonstrated with her.
He washed every inch of her gently, brushing off any attempts she made to get him to use her loofah, and instead used his hands.
It was wonderfully sexy. Watching his big, calloused hands sliding over her body, spreading the slippery body wash into her skin. And then he took the shower nozzle and pulled it from its holder, rinsing the suds from her body.
Each patch of skin he cleansed, he brushed a kiss over. Taking his time to swirl his tongue over her nipples and dip into the crater of her belly button.
And then he hung the nozzle back up, falling to his knees and bracketing her hips in his hands.
Megan leaned forward with a sigh, placing her hands on the wall above him as she shifted her feet farther apart. Thick curls of steam swirled around them, the smell of soap heavy in the air.
The damp pressure against her pussy had her gaze dropping and a shuddering breath escaping. And then Trevor’s tongue didn’t just dance over the folds of her sex, but slid between them.
A moan built low in her throat as she watched him. Trevor had always been so amazingly good at eating pussy. Their first night together had blown her mind, and unlike some of the men she’d dated before him, he seemed to really enjoy it. He’d always seemed to love the foreplay as much as she did. And as their time together had grown longer, that never faded.
He didn’t even glance up at her as she watched him. Seemed much too intent on tasting her, on bringing her to pleasure. And dear God was he doing it. Trevor had always seemed to know exactly what she needed.
She let her eyelids flutter closed on a groan as he licked his way up her slit to find the sensitive pearl of flesh.
His mouth closed around her clit, ripping a gasp from her throat. She let go of the wall to clutch the sides of his head. Holding him against her, she rocked her hips against his mouth, needing to find that promised peak.
How had she lived without this for a year? Without Trevor? Living on a vibrator and memories of the man she loved.
The same way you’ll get by again when he leaves in a week.
She brutally shoved the voice of reason away, having no place for it when pleasure was so predominant.
He gently bit her clit, and Megan climbed even higher toward that peak. When he slid two fingers inside her, fucked her with them, she exploded.
With her body still trembling, he came to his feet and lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist. He plunged into her, sinking deep and filling her so magnificently.
Blind with pleasure, her nails dug into his back as her ankles locked around his waist. He backed her up against the wall of the shower stall, slamming into her and taking her mouth in a hard kiss.
Megan kissed him back feverishly, tasting herself on his tongue and thrilling at it. Trevor moved harder, deeper inside her, his fingers digging into her ass cheeks as he fucked her against the wall.
Water sluiced over them, running down her face and in her eyes, but it didn’t matter. In fact it heightened the raw sensuality of the moment.
Trevor lifted his mouth from hers and let out a guttural groan, before she felt him spurting warm and thick inside her.
The sensation flung her over the edge again and she let out a ragged cry as she clenched around him. Her nails dug deeper into his back and she clung to him as her world spun.
Finally, reality returned as the water grew cold. She blinked, stunned to realize Trevor had slid to his knees and they were almost on the floor now. He was still imbedded in her, though she could feel him softening.
How long had they been in here? Making love?
She kissed the jagged scar on his shoulder and felt her throat tighten up. He’d returned from Afghanistan with it, and as of a year ago it had still bothered him a bit. Did it still now?
“I’ve missed you so much, angel,” he
“Absolutely.”
Chapter Eight
In the shower, Megan’s heart squeezed with the tenderness Trevor demonstrated with her.
He washed every inch of her gently, brushing off any attempts she made to get him to use her loofah, and instead used his hands.
It was wonderfully sexy. Watching his big, calloused hands sliding over her body, spreading the slippery body wash into her skin. And then he took the shower nozzle and pulled it from its holder, rinsing the suds from her body.
Each patch of skin he cleansed, he brushed a kiss over. Taking his time to swirl his tongue over her nipples and dip into the crater of her belly button.
And then he hung the nozzle back up, falling to his knees and bracketing her hips in his hands.
Megan leaned forward with a sigh, placing her hands on the wall above him as she shifted her feet farther apart. Thick curls of steam swirled around them, the smell of soap heavy in the air.
The damp pressure against her pussy had her gaze dropping and a shuddering breath escaping. And then Trevor’s tongue didn’t just dance over the folds of her sex, but slid between them.
A moan built low in her throat as she watched him. Trevor had always been so amazingly good at eating pussy. Their first night together had blown her mind, and unlike some of the men she’d dated before him, he seemed to really enjoy it. He’d always seemed to love the foreplay as much as she did. And as their time together had grown longer, that never faded.
He didn’t even glance up at her as she watched him. Seemed much too intent on tasting her, on bringing her to pleasure. And dear God was he doing it. Trevor had always seemed to know exactly what she needed.
She let her eyelids flutter closed on a groan as he licked his way up her slit to find the sensitive pearl of flesh.
His mouth closed around her clit, ripping a gasp from her throat. She let go of the wall to clutch the sides of his head. Holding him against her, she rocked her hips against his mouth, needing to find that promised peak.
How had she lived without this for a year? Without Trevor? Living on a vibrator and memories of the man she loved.
The same way you’ll get by again when he leaves in a week.
She brutally shoved the voice of reason away, having no place for it when pleasure was so predominant.
He gently bit her clit, and Megan climbed even higher toward that peak. When he slid two fingers inside her, fucked her with them, she exploded.
With her body still trembling, he came to his feet and lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist. He plunged into her, sinking deep and filling her so magnificently.
Blind with pleasure, her nails dug into his back as her ankles locked around his waist. He backed her up against the wall of the shower stall, slamming into her and taking her mouth in a hard kiss.
Megan kissed him back feverishly, tasting herself on his tongue and thrilling at it. Trevor moved harder, deeper inside her, his fingers digging into her ass cheeks as he fucked her against the wall.
Water sluiced over them, running down her face and in her eyes, but it didn’t matter. In fact it heightened the raw sensuality of the moment.
Trevor lifted his mouth from hers and let out a guttural groan, before she felt him spurting warm and thick inside her.
The sensation flung her over the edge again and she let out a ragged cry as she clenched around him. Her nails dug deeper into his back and she clung to him as her world spun.
Finally, reality returned as the water grew cold. She blinked, stunned to realize Trevor had slid to his knees and they were almost on the floor now. He was still imbedded in her, though she could feel him softening.
How long had they been in here? Making love?
She kissed the jagged scar on his shoulder and felt her throat tighten up. He’d returned from Afghanistan with it, and as of a year ago it had still bothered him a bit. Did it still now?
“I’ve missed you so much, angel,” he
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