Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Seth had to agree with her. It felt fucking fantastic to have Callie Crowell wrapped around him, his dick buried in her pussy, surrounding him with her heat. He was balls deep inside her, and he felt as if he’d never experienced such a profound connection in his life. Which was crazy, but there it was.
Sex with Callie was like the first time, but with experience and knowledge instead of groping and near-failure. No, this first time with her was about the sensations of being inside a woman, the sheer wonder of it. It felt new and amazing to him.
“Seth?”
“What, baby?”
“You aren’t moving.”
He laughed, and then he stepped back to tilt her toward the wall. Not to break the connection, but so he could see himself inside her.
“That’s a beautiful sight.” Her pussy stretched around him, pink and glistening. Her clit was swollen. When he touched it, he knew she’d shudder around him and grip him tighter.
“Are you going to stare or fuck me?”
His gaze met hers. She bit her bottom lip, looking shy. Such a contrast to the words that’d come out of her mouth. The water beaded on her breasts, running in rivulets down her abdomen, her hair was flat against her head, and her lashes held water like dew drops on flowers in the morning.
She was like a water goddess from the mythology he’d liked to read when he was a teenager. The most sensual, beautiful sight he’d seen in a long time. Maybe ever.
“Yeah,” he said, moving into her again, pressing her to the tile. “Hang on, baby. It’s about to get real in here.”
There was no holding back once he started. Seth pushed her against the slippery shower wall and fucked her as hard as he dared. Her tits bounced with his thrusts, and he had to work to keep from blowing before she did. That’s how hot the sight of her riding his dick was.
She gripped his biceps, her head rolling back, her legs tightening around him to hold him where she wanted him.
And then she started to moan. Not the soft moans he’d once thought she’d utter. Not a scream either, but something in between. Loud enough to let him know she loved what he was doing. To let him know he’d better not stop.
“Touch yourself, Callie. Let me see you play with your clit.”
Her eyes flew open. He thought she’d refuse, but then she put a hand between them and started rubbing. Her moans intensified, her muscles clamping down on his cock as she stroked herself faster.
“Look at me,” he ordered when her eyes drifted closed.
She did. “I want to watch you come.”
He could tell she was close by the way she shook. His dick stroked in and out of her, parting the pink flesh and sliding deep, glistening with her juices. His balls tightened and he knew he was close.
But then Callie jerked in his arms, grinding her pussy against him and groaning so loud he was glad she didn’t have neighbors.
“That’s right, Callie. Come for me, baby.”
She did, splintering apart in his arms with a sharp cry that had him losing his tight grip on his own orgasm. He shot jet after jet of semen deep into her body, groaning with the rightness of how it felt to lose himself in this woman. He’d fucked more than his share of women in his life, had some good times and great orgasms.
But none of those compared to this one. This orgasm, this woman’s body, this shower enclosure in a house in the middle of the sticks, miles from the tiny town of Sutton’s Creek, Alabama. He lost himself and found himself, and he was pretty damn sure nothing was going to be the same ever again.
They stood together, breathing hard, her back still to the wall, him holding her up with arms and legs that were jelly. He eased her legs down until she could stand, then reached over to flip off the water.
“You okay,” he asked, reluctant to let her go entirely.
“I think so. You?”
He wanted to laugh. That she’d turn around his concern for her and give it right back to him was a measure of the kind of woman she was. Sweet. Caring. Adorable. He was way bigger than her, way heavier, and though his legs were rubbery, they’d recover quickly because he squatted heavy weights regularly. He also worked out with his own body weight when he wasn’t near a gym. He was extremely fit because his body needed to suffer deprivation and hardship on missions. He couldn’t afford to be weak.
Yet she worried that he was okay. He loved that about her.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” He opened the shower door and reached for a towel, wrapped her in it, and gently dried her body before squeezing the moisture from her hair. She watched him with an expression he couldn’t quite decipher, but that was okay.
When she was dry, he grabbed a towel for himself and dried off quickly. Then he took her hand and led her, naked, to the room next door. Her room. She hesitated in the doorway, but he turned to her and pulled her gently forward.
“Can you think of a better way to erase what they did in here than to replace it with a better memory?”
Her eyes were big and green as she stared at him. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “What did you have in mind?”
“Get on the bed and I’ll show you.”
“Hard to say no to a proposal like that.”
She pulled her covers down and climbed onto her bed. Seth joined her, hovering over her on hands and knees before sliding down her body and wedging her legs open with his shoulders. “I’ve been thinking of this for days now,” he said, and then licked her from the bottom of her pussy to her clit.