Chapter 36
Chapter Thirty-Six
JULIET
-Take my breath away-
The water cascades down my skin like a thousand warm fingers, tracing paths over my shoulders, breasts, and thighs, mingling with the slick heat building between my legs.
It’s been a very long time since I masturbated in the shower, but I can’t help it—the need is too fierce, too insistent, a fire that sucking him off downstairs ignited is still smoldering deep inside me.
It rearranged something in my brain, turning every rational thought to mush, leaving only this raw, pulsing urge that demanded release.
Without relief, I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep—tossing in the bed, my body aching with the memory of his cock in my mouth, the velvet hardness sliding over my tongue, the way he'd groaned my name like a plea, that salty burst flooding my senses and lingering even now.
And so here I was, chasing that release alone, fingers circling faster, chasing the edge that hovered just out of reach, my moans slipping out soft and desperate into the steam.
To say I nearly jump out of my skin at his sudden appearance will be the understatement of the year.
My heart slams against my ribs, and a sharp gasp tears out of my throat as I whirl around. Water splashes in chaotic arcs across the tiles and glass. My hand is still frozen between my thighs, fingers trembling and shock rooting me in place.
And Blake…Blake is magnificently naked. And his eyes. Oh God! His eyes devour me whole. He is starving. Starving for me.
He steps into the stall without a word, his body cutting through the spray like a god emerging from the mist. His hair is plastered wet instantly, dark strands clinging to his forehead and neck.
Rivulets run down his fabulously chiseled chest, trace the defined ridges of his abs, and keep running, all the way down to his jutting cock.
It is already thick and ramrod hard with intent.
I remained frozen, my pulse thundering in my ears louder than the shower's roar. He’s seen me touching myself to fevered thoughts of him, calling his name like a confession. I should be cringing with shame and embarrassment, but all I can think of is the ache still throbbing deep in my core.
"I'm here," he says, his voice low and rough, as he closes the distance between us. Water sluices over his broad shoulders, streaming down in sheets that glisten on his skin, the heat of him radiating even before he touches me. "You called for me."
I open my mouth to answer him, and he swoops down and kisses me—his mouth claiming mine in a deep, devouring press that steals my breath.
I melt.
His lips are firm and insistent, and his hands grip my hips with bruising strength, pulling me flush against the hard planes of his body, our wet skin sliding together under the spray.
My back presses against the slick tile wall, cool at first against my heated flesh, then warming as he covers me completely, his weight pinning me there in the best way.
He sucks my breast first, bending down with a hungry growl, his mouth hot and insistent as he takes one nipple between his lips.
His tongue swirls rough and wet around the hardened peak, teasing in slow circles that send jolts of pleasure shooting straight to my core, pulling a sharp cry from my throat.
My hands fist in his wet hair, fingers tangling in the slick strands, pulling him closer as if I could merge us together.
His stubble grazes my sensitive flesh, a rough scrape that heightens every sensation.
He switches to the other breast, sucking, drawing it deep into his mouth with relentless suction, his teeth nipping just enough to make me gasp, a delicious edge of pain that sharpens the ecstasy.
My body arches into him instinctively, pressing closer.
He kisses down my body then, his lips leaving a trail of fire along my collarbone, soft and lingering at first, then firmer as they skim over the sensitive curve.
Water streams down between us making every touch feel amplified.
He presses deliberate kisses along my ribs, each one teasing, drawing out shivers that race across my skin.
His breath fans hot against me as his mouth traces down my stomach, nipping lightly at the soft flesh there.
His hands slide up my thighs, fingers digging in just enough to part them wider.
Dropping to his knees, he starts to eat me out.
His mouth finds my center with unerring precision, lips sealing over me as his tongue delves deep, exploring with long, slow strokes that lick me clean and send jolts straight through my core.
My legs buckle instantly, knees weakening under the assault, but his hands grip my ass firmly, holding me steady against the wall.
He sucks on my clit then, drawing it in with gentle pressure at first, then harder, his tongue circling and flicking in a rhythm that's relentless and perfect.
Stars burst behind my eyes, pleasure coiling tight in my belly, building layer by layer until it's almost too much, my moans echoing off the steam-filled walls.
Then he fucks me against the wall in the running stall, rising up in one fluid motion, his body pressing close as the water beats down on us.
His cock is hard and insistent, nudging against me before he lifts one of my legs around his waist, hooking it securely.
He thrusts into me with a deep groan that echoes off the marble, filling the space like thunder, the water cascading over our joined bodies like a baptism of sin, washing away any last hesitation.
I'm dizzy from it all, the world spinning in a haze of steam and sensation as he pounds into me, deep and rhythmic, each drive claiming more of me.
He fills me completely for the first time, his size stretching me in ways that border on pain but tip straight into ecstasy, a delicious burn that makes me gasp.
My nails dig into his shoulders, scraping down his back as I cling to him, nearly screaming with each powerful thrust, the wet slap of skin on skin mingling with the shower's constant roar, amplifying the frenzy.
When I come, it's shattering, waves of pleasure crashing through me in relentless pulses that start deep and radiate out, my body clenching around him like a vise.
Cries tear from my throat, raw and uncontrolled, as ecstasy blinds me, vision blurring under the onslaught.
And so does he—his release hot and deep inside me, flooding me in thick spurts that I feel every throb.
His groan muffles against my neck, hot breath fanning my skin as he thrusts one last time, hard and final, our bodies locking in that trembling union, shuddering together under the endless spray.
For a while, seconds, minutes, hours, we are locked together. One animal.
Then we have sex again—raw and urgent. This time, no preamble, just need crashing over us endlessly.