Ford
The hot water massages the tense muscles of my neck and shoulders before slipping down my spine like a rushing river.
As soothing as it is against my body, it does nothing to relax my fucking mind. My thoughts race just as swiftly as the water from the showerhead—and it’s all in regard to Adelaide.
Having her back in my life—and the nights we’ve been sharing—is tossing me about like a ship in rough tides.
It’s a ride I’m more than willing to weather, but I’m not sure if it’s one I deserve to.
My fingers slide along the wall as they curl into a fist. I lean forward enough to lean my forehead against the cool tile.
I’m so focused on thinking about Adelaide that I don’t hear the slide of the glass.
Her hands slide up along my back, and my body clenches at her gentle touch. Slowly, they move under my arms and over my chest as she presses her bare tits against me.
“You looked lonely, so I figured I’d join you,” she says playfully.
The sound of her voice. The feeling of her body. It’s more than I deserve.
I stand and turn to face her.
The smile she wears quickly fades. In its place is a look of concern.
Adelaide’s hands move up through the hairs of my bushy beard and rest against my cheeks.
“Ford, what is it?” she pleads.
Her thumbs gently caress my skin with tender affection.
“It’s nothing, really,” I lie.
“Don’t do this, Ford. Don’t shut me out.”
My hands reach up and take hers in them. I bring them to my lips and kiss them.
Her smile slowly creeps back to her lips, but she still looks at me with that same overwhelming concern.
“I don’t mean to shut you out, Addie. I just have things I need to sort before I share them.”
She nods, understanding my request, and leans up to kiss me.
At first, it’s as tender as the moment we’re having.
It’s sweet.
But the fire inside takes over, and the kiss deepens.
Our lips part enough for our tongues to reach out and meet.
I feel her hands slip from my grasp and slide down the ridges of my abs until they wrap around the base of my cock. Her touch has me throbbing in her hand—it makes her smile into our kiss.
Adelaide strokes along the length of my cock and pulls a hungry growl from my lips.
We turn, and I push her up against the side wall of the bath. With one hand, I pull and rub her hard nipples. The other slides down in between her supple thighs.
She’s dripping wet—and it’s not from the shower.
My fingers effortlessly slide in between her wet pussy lips and up to her swollen clit. A flick against it entices a sharp gasp of pleasure from her. I slip her clit between my two fingers and massage it against the length of them.
Adelaide moans just as I hoped.
She strokes my cock faster and grips it tighter.
My fingers slide down from her clit and delve inside her.
Our lips part suddenly as her breath catches in her throat.
Her azure eyes meet my own.
The intense desire I see, which mirrors my own, is palpable.
I feel a fresh surge of warmth and wetness around my fingers. It arouses a new hunger within me.
I drop to my knees before her and look up. She nods in approval.
I lift her leg up over my shoulder, and I’m rewarded with the view of her wet pussy spreading for me.
I growl with a hunger that comes from deep within without meaning to.
Adelaide’s fingers move through my wet locks, and she guides my swollen lips to her waiting pussy.
My hot tongue reaches out for her clit. The tip slides just under the base of it before swirling around it.
She pulls against my hair with a firm tug. My lips wrap around her clit at her behest, and I suck on it vivaciously.
Again, my fingers find themselves sliding in between the folds of her wet pussy and thrusting deep into her. With every thrust, her hips move to meet them.
Her moans become louder. She calls out my name in throaty whispers.
Against my shoulder, I feel the muscles in her thigh trembling.
My rough hand slides along her toned stomach, and I can feel her breathing hitch as her stomach clenches.
She moves closer and closer to the precipice of release.
Then, suddenly, she explodes in a shaking climax all over my lips and tongue. I feel her wet juices slip past my lips and weave itself into the strands of my beard.
Had it not been for her death grip on my scalp—or her leg over my shoulder—I’ve no doubt she’d fall over from weakened knees.
I kiss the inside of her thighs—letting her come down from her high—and feel a tug of her fingers.
I stand, and she grabs me by the face and pulls me into a demanding kiss.
“I need to feel you,” she says frantically. “I need to feel you inside me. Now.”
Swallowing hard, I give her a nod.
I don’t have the ability to articulate my mutual need into anything that would make sense. And words would feel inadequate regardless.
My rough hands lift Adelaide off the bath, and her soft legs wrap around my waist.
I pin her firmly against my body and the tile wall behind her. With a move of my hips, my cock effortlessly finds its way inside her.
Adelaide throws her head back against the wall and moans loudly with parted lips as I fill her.
I myself groan with unspeakable pleasure that rushes through my body.
The feeling of her tight, wet pussy around my cock is so overwhelming that I could almost come right here and now.
Adelaide’s body makes me feel things I didn’t know were possible to feel. The lust—the love—that rages inside me only escalates to new levels.
My hips rise to thrust into her.
Each thrust is met with a gasping moan that spurs me further.
She slides a hand up over my shoulder and runs her fingers through the hair on the back of my head. Her other hand presses firmly onto my chest as the water from the shower cascades over it.
Our eyes are locked into this heated embrace. It’s as if we’re afraid to look away from each other—as if doing so would tear us apart.
I feel her hips bare down against mine with greater force. In turn, it elicits harder thrusts from my body.
Being with Addie like this almost feels like an out-of-body experience. As if I’m no longer in control of my body. And even that doesn’t feel like an adequate description of this sublime feeling.
This time around, it all feels more intense.
No words are spoken. None need to be.
Instead, all desire and words are spoken through our locked eyes.
My chest begins to heave as my breath quickens.
The muscles in my body begin to clench and flex as I approach my own coming climax.
Her fingers curl and pull at my hair. Addie’s own chest begins to rise and fall with greater speed.
There’s a familiar tremble in her thighs against my waist.
“Come for me, Ford.”
Her voice may be a hushed whisper, but the tone’s demanding.
And her demands are mine to fulfill.
A loud, predatory growl—like that of the leopard I fought not long ago—fills the gap between us as it spills out from my lips.
“Yes!” she yells as her body bucks against mine.
I feel her clench down around my throbbing cock, and it pulls my own climax out.
I explode inside her as I feel a jolt of electricity spread out through my body from the base of my spine.
Our bodies collapse into one another. And—if not for the shower wall—I’m certain we’d both collapse against the shower floor.
Addie pulls me in for a heated kiss.
Slowly, she unwraps her legs from my body and lowers herself down.
“You, mister, need to finish getting cleaned up.”
There’s a playful twinkle—and a heavy dose of mischief—in her eyes as she looks up at me.
“And why’s that?”
“Because I’m going to want round two after I get myself a drink. And the bed’s far more comfortable than a shower wall.”
She gives me a wink and slaps my bare ass as she climbs out of the shower.
I turn and watch her leave from over my shoulder with a smirk.
Now—more than ever—I’m certain I don’t deserve such a goddess.