Chapter Fifty-Six
Walker
Walker kissed her with everything he had.
Holding her head in his hands, he tasted her mouth, softly at first, and then building to a ferocity that made him drop to his knees beside her on the bathroom floor.
He pulled her towards him, lifting her up from the water, feeling the silk of her skin, oiled by the bubbles.
Gabi wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back with the same urgency, her tongue finding his, her lips soft, her mouth hot.
He’d never known a kiss like it. She broke first, gasping for air.
‘Walker,’ she said. ‘I’m nervous.’
He ran his hand down the delicate front of her throat until his hand spanned her collarbones.
He tipped her head backwards so that she looked at him.
Her chocolate eyes were soft and dark, questioning him.
‘Trust me,’ he said. This felt different now.
It felt like suddenly they understood each other.
They knew this was something, more than just attraction. It was connection.
In response, she caught his hand in hers and brought it to her lips, kissing the palm before gently sucking on his index finger, enveloping it in the heat of her mouth, tugging at it until his cock was hard as rock under his towel.
He stood, pulling her with him until they faced each other, her still standing in the bath, him on the floor.
She stood, naked, chest rising and falling with each breath and he let his gaze drop, taking his time to admire her fucking unbelievable body.
Suds dripped between her breasts, over her hips and he watched them as they made their way back to the water.
He pulled his towel free and dropped it to the floor. Her eyes dropped to his cock and he saw the part of her lips, the tiniest glimpse of her tongue.
‘I’m going to wash you now,’ he said, and his voice was low in his throat. He had to touch that body, he wanted to get to know every inch of it, feel the softness of the skin, the contours of her bones.
Submerging a sponge in the water, he drizzled it with bubble bath and squeezed it gently, watching her anticipation grow.
The tremor of her stomach, the rise of her nipples, before he’d even touched her.
Walker couldn’t help but smile at the power they held over each other.
He lifted the sponge to her shoulders and began at the top, soaping her arms down to her fingertips and back, before circling her breasts and hearing the slightest of noises escape from her mouth.
‘Does that feel good?’ he asked, as he moved the sponge down over her ribs and continued over her stomach.
‘Yes,’ she murmured before gasping as he turned her to face the wall. He began again at the top of her back, taking his time, rubbing in small circles, soaping her shoulder blades, the narrow pinch of her waist, the swell of her hips and the perfect round of her butt.
‘Good?’ he asked again.
‘Yes,’ she whispered.
‘Hands on the wall,’ he said, letting his sponge tease her body up and down, up and down.
He couldn’t decide whether he wanted to plunge himself into her now, or if he wanted to tease her until she screamed.
She moaned quietly and put both hands on the tiles, leaning onto the wall for support, and it made up his mind for him. He had to make her scream.
He followed the line of her back all the way down now, parting her legs and pushing the sponge between and right through to her core.
She dropped her forehead to the tiles, giving him better access and he squeezed the soapy sponge against her, forward and back until she rocked with the same rhythm, moaning quietly.
Walker let the sponge drop and replaced it with his fingers, feeling the soft slip of her against his skin.
His dick was pulsing now, desperate to be inside her.
He tested her with his fingers, first one and then two, fully aware he felt bigger than ever before.
She pushed back against him, arching her back, so he thrust his fingers further, stretching her out, withdrawing them only to circle her hot bud before plunging them inside her again.
He found the sponge again with his free hand and sluiced her with water, rinsing the soap and watching it run in rivulets down her body.
He twisted Gabi back around to face him.
Her eyes were half closed, her mouth half open.
She had never looked more beautiful. He lifted her and laid her down on the bathroom mat.
She reached for him, but he held her flat with one hand as he positioned himself between her legs, dropping to his knees to taste her.
She was hot and wet and soft. He found her clit with his lips and rolled it until she groaned out loud, running her fingers through his hair.
He brought his fingers back to her centre and teased her until she cried out for him.
‘Walker, please . . .’
He knelt between her thighs and replaced his fingers with his cock, sliding it between her lips and over her clit, playing with her, teasing that tiny nub with the steel of his dick again and again until she suddenly stilled, arched her back towards him and locked her eyes on his.
‘Come with me,’ she gasped and it was enough. He lined up his cock and sank in one movement, filling her entirely as she screamed.