Chapter Eight
Marc
The water is hotter than I expect. Kelsey pulls me under it anyway, laughing when I hiss, and the sound punches straight through what little composure I have left.
She is slick already. Dirt runs off her shoulders in pale streams. I get my hands in her hair because I have wanted to since I watched her water those damned geraniums at dawn, and I tip her head back under the spray.
She lets me. Her eyes stay on mine while I work the water through the length of it.
“You’re being very thorough,” she says.
“Occupational habit.”
“Do you rinse every job site like this?”
“Only the ones that kiss me first.”
Her smile is wicked and soft at the same time.
She takes the soap from the dish and starts on my chest with both hands, but without hurry.
I brace one palm on the tile behind her head and let her.
The stall is too small for a man my size.
But I don’t care. We’re making it work. Her breasts brush my stomach each time she moves.
My cock is already rising again between us, obvious, and she glances down as if she has won something.
“Hello,” she murmurs.
“You dragged me in here.”
“I did.” She wraps her soapy hand around me, one slow stroke that nearly takes my knee out. “I’m very organized. I like to finish what I start.”
I catch her wrist before I embarrass myself against her stomach. “Turn around.”
She does it without argument, which does nothing to calm me down.
I wash her back, the dip of her waist, the generous curve of her ass.
I take my time on purpose. When my hand slides around and cups her, she drops her forehead against the tile and makes a sound I am going to hear in my mind for a long time.
“Marc.”
“I know.” I kiss her wet shoulder. “Still with me?”
“Yes. Don’t you dare stop to be noble.”
“Wasn’t planning on being noble.”
I get her clean enough to satisfy whatever joke she made about health codes, then I forget about cleanliness entirely.
I work two fingers into her from behind while the water beats on my back.
She is swollen from the bed, sensitive, and she pushes into my hand like she is angry about how good it feels.
I wrap my other arm around her so she has something to hold besides slick tile.
“That’s it,” I tell her. “Take it.”
I keep the stroking slow at first. God, I love the way she feels around my fingers, warm and tight as she begins to clench. I want to touch her everywhere, especially those beautiful breasts currently turned away from me.
Keeping one arm around Kelsey, I turn her slowly. My fingers leave her pulsing pussy for only a second. With her facing me and water running over her flushed skin, I want to say something significant. Nothing comes except the truth.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Kelsey.”
As soon as I say this, she pushes her pelvis toward me. I lower my body and motion with my free hand for her to spread her legs more. Now, on my knees in this cramped little space, I decide I’m going to bring her to the biggest climax I can.
Reaching up with my free hand, I twirl her left nipple and squeeze it. Her breast is slippery, but her nipple is hard and easy to latch onto. Kelsey moans loudly.
“Marc, oh my god.”
I use my fingers to spread her and find her swollen red bud. My tongue passes over it lightly at first, using short strokes before my lips close around it.
Kelsey lets out a scream now. “Stop, Marc. You’re killing me. I want you to fuck me … now.”
I rise from my knees and tear open the condom package. Then I kiss her deeply, our tongues mingling while her urgent breaths move against my mouth.
I turn her once more, bending her forward and spreading her luscious ass.
The water sheets down the line of her spine. I roll the condom on with one hand and keep the other at her hip so she does not slip. She braces both palms against the tile and looks back at me over her shoulder, lips parted, waiting.
“Still yes?” I ask.
“Marc. Now.”
I drag the head of my cock through her, once, just to feel how ready she is, then I push into her in a single slow thrust that seats me to the hilt.
The sound she makes urges me on. She is tighter like this, hotter, and I have to lock my jaw and hold still for a count of two before I can move without ending it.
“Fuck.” It comes out raw. “You feel …”
“Don’t talk.” She pushes back onto me. “Move.”
I give her what she asked for. My hands span her hips and I drive into her, deep and slow at first, then harder when she starts meeting every stroke.
The stall is too small. My shoulder hits the wall.
It’s a small inconvenience. I hook an arm around her waist and pull her back onto me so she cannot escape the depth she wanted.
“That’s it,” I tell her anyway, because I cannot help it. “Take all of me.”
Her forehead drops to her forearm. She is loud now, past caring who might hear a cabin away. I slide my hand down her belly and find her clit again, rubbing in tight circles while I fuck her. Her whole body seizes.
“Marc, I’m …”
“I know. Let me have it.”
She comes hard, pulsing around me, a broken cry against the tile. I last three more strokes and then I bury myself and follow her. I’m groaning into her wet shoulder, my grip probably too tight on her hip. For a moment I can only stay there, buried, breathing like I have been sprinting.
I ease out of her when I trust my legs and deal with the condom before it becomes a problem in a space this small. Then I turn her into my chest and hold her under the spray. The water has already started to cool. I reach behind her and shut it off.
Kelsey leans into me, cheek over my heart, both of us dripping on her bathroom floor. Her hand rests low on my back, lazy now, but possessive.
“Still with me?” I ask against her hair.
She huffs a laugh that I feel more than I hear. “If I say no, are you going to carry me again?”
“Yes.”
“Then yes,” she says. “Very with you.”
I grab two towels off the bar, wrap one around her first, and kiss the corner of her mouth.
“Come to bed,” I say.
“My bed,” she corrects, soft and teasing again. “Try not to get it dirty this time.”
“No promises.”