Chapter 27 #2
“Please,” she begged, and spread her legs wider, craving so much more than the brush of his lips.
She placed a foot on the edge of the tub, granting him easier access to the parts of her he wanted to taste again.
Her hands still in his hair, she guided his face to her pussy and let him devour her, but it wasn’t long before she looked down, saw his stiffening cock, and knew she’d need him inside of her again as soon as humanly possible.
It was a good thing she’d thought to leave a condom on the counter by the sink.
The jet of water pelting the back of her neck gave Simone an idea. “Ryan,” she breathed. He pulled back and looked up at her. “I need you to turn me around and fuck me.”
“Let me get—”
“I brought one.” She reached around the curtain and grabbed the foil wrapper.
“Have I mentioned how much I love you?” he asked as he climbed to his feet. His hard cock was ready for another round.
“Not as much as I love you.” Smirking, she handed him the condom and reached for the removable shower head. She took it off its holder and twisted the nozzle so that the jet narrowed and became more powerful. “Perfect,” she murmured.
Ryan turned her around again. With one hand gripping the shower head and the other splayed on the tile, she leaned forward and arched her back.
He traced his swollen head around her slick opening, until Simone couldn’t stand the ache of desire for one more second.
“Please,” she moaned, arching her back even more.
Ryan’s cock filling her from behind was a whole new sensation—deeper and more intense than when he’d entered from on top. “Oh my God,” she gasped.
He paused with his hands on her hips. “Is this okay?”
“Ryan, it’s unbelievable.” She rocked back against his pelvis, taking every last inch of him inside her. Ryan swore, tightening his hold on her hips. “Is it okay for you?” she asked.
“Baby, it’s so fucking good.” She rocked into him again, and he breathed out a sharp jet of air. “You’re making it hard for me to control myself.”
She smirked. “I’m not going to apologize for that.”
“You shouldn’t. You’re fucking perfect.”
Simone aimed the shower head between her legs and cried out in ecstasy when the gush of water hit her clit.
Ryan this deep inside her was one thing, but Ryan this deep inside her with the shower head acting as a vibrator was something else entirely, something deeper and sweeter than she’d ever felt in her life.
She heard him take a ragged breath. “You clenching around me like that—I’m already so fucking close.”
“Hold still inside me while I get there, too.”
Relishing the feeling of being stretched—of being filled—she used the jet of water to bring herself closer to climax. “It feels so good,” she breathed—and then, “I’m almost there.”
“Tell me when you’re about to come.”
“I’m there,” she answered desperately, “now.”
On her cue, he fucked her over the edge—sent her hurtling into new depths of pleasure. She cried out his name as she came around his cock.
“So… fucking… hot.” With three more deep thrusts, he was passing his own point of no return. Shuddering, he bit the back of her shoulder to stifle his groans. The pain sent another wave of pleasure down her spine.
Ryan pulled out, and Simone returned the shower head to its cradle. She turned, looped her arms around his neck, and kissed him softly on the mouth. “You were right,” she said, smiling up at him.
He furrowed his brow. “About what?”
She stood on tiptoe and kissed him again. “That it’ll just keep getting better.”
After they dried off, Simone went to the dresser and chose one of his soft cotton T-shirts to sleep in.
Ryan pulled on some cozy-looking shorts, went to the kitchen, and made them tea.
It didn’t matter that it was June; Simone relished the hot mug cupped between her palms as they cuddled under the thin summer quilt in the moonlit bedroom.
It brought back memories of Whistler, of warming up by the bonfire after a long day of skiing.
Of falling head over heels for Ryan, even though she hadn’t been ready to accept it at the time.
How far she’d come since then. How far they’d both come.
“What do you think you’ll do, now that you’re free?” Ryan asked. She’d just finished telling him the full story of quitting the Rainbow Museum.
“I dunno yet. I think I might look into some nonprofit jobs.”
“That would be awesome.”
“And in the meantime, maybe you could teach me a few things about carpentry. And cooking. And in exchange, I’ll take you to Pilates.” He chuckled. “You know, strengthening your core is apparently good for sex,” she pointed out.
“In that case, it sounds like a fair trade.”
Simone nuzzled into Ryan’s bare shoulder. “Remember in Whistler, when I said that being with a guy would feel like a wasted opportunity?”
Ryan laughed softly. “I was trying to be so supportive because you were talking about coming out, but I was secretly like… damn. There goes that.”
“Well, when I said it, I didn’t know how amazing you were. How free I could feel with you as my partner.”
He kissed the top of her head. “Does this mean you’re amending your statement?”
“A wasted opportunity would have been never falling in love with you.” Simone took another sip of tea, thinking maybe they’d make Whistler Pride an annual tradition. “And Ryan,” she added, “being with you now feels like infinite opportunity.”