Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
When the water was warm, Ford stepped in and lowered me to my feet. I stood under the hot spray, so grateful to wash off the dirt of the trail, the terror of the day, and the pain of the past–down the drain with every drop that fell. I moaned at how good it felt.
I closed my eyes and tipped my head back, rinsing my hair. Ford caressed me with soapy hands, stroking over my breasts, under my arms, down my sides. He knelt on the tub floor to wash my legs and feet, then he turned me around and soaped the back of me, taking his time to play with my ass, circling my cheeks, then parting them and sliding his fingertip over my entrance there.
I moaned again into the spray. Shower time with Ford was definitely better than solo. He stood and washed my back, then wrapped his arms around me to play with my breasts. I let my head fall back against his hairy chest, humming softly to the music of the water. I felt his hard-on pressed into my back then squirmed against it.
It was his turn to growl, then he nipped at my neck before grabbing the shampoo bottle and lathering my hair. With gentle hands, he turned me back under the spray of water to rinse off. While I did, he soaped his body clean.
I let him under the spray to wash off while I grabbed the conditioner.
“Uh uh,” Ford said when I straightened. “Bend back over, baby. That was too perfect.”
I laughed huskily and folded at my hips, offering my ass to him. “Like this?” I asked, glancing at him over my shoulder.
“That’s right,” he purred, stroking himself from root to tip as he looked at my ass. I was sure he could see all of me. “I’m gonna fuck you just like that.” He dragged the head of his cock over my pussy lips. The water washed away my natural lubricant, but the moment he reached around and rubbed my clit, I grew slick enough for him to press in. Arching my back, he slipped in, stretching me around the huge crown of his dick.
Nothing had ever felt so right. After fighting with him, then being away on the trail, then hunted by a murderer, this act felt life affirming.
Me affirming.
Like a return home.
“That feels so good, Ford,” I told him as he slid in all the way. He was so big, so thick, and he filled me completely. I clenched, adjusting to his invasion.
“Aw, Blue, I haven’t even gotten started.” He wrapped a strong arm around my waist to steady me and kept his hips close to mine, thrusting in and up in an intimate, sensual way. “Pleasing you is going to become my life’s mission.”
I nearly came from that. I definitely wanted to swoon. Maybe sex in the shower wasn’t the best idea–I was getting lightheaded from the steam we were producing together.
I splayed my fingers against the tile and braced myself, tipping my hips back to take him even deeper. He slid his fingers back to the apex of my sex to stimulate my clit and a sense of urgency crept over me. My breath quickened, my muscles tensed and released. I rippled around him.
“Please, Ford,” I whimpered, right on the edge. Desperate.
“You need to come, Blue?”
I shifted my hips, trying to take more. “Oh my God, yes! Oh, God. Please.”
“Me too,” he murmured against my ear. “Fuck, this is going to be quick. Next time, I’m going to work you for hours.” Instead of separating our bodies so he could pound in harder, he only held me tighter, blending us into one, moving together, one perfect organism. His length filled me, stroking me, kissing me over and over again as the pad of his finger circled and tapped my clit.
It was so much. He was. Us. Everything—
“Please. Oh God, Ford. Please.”
“Yeah, baby. You want to go together?”
“Together,” I panted. “Please. Let’s come together.”
His laugh was dark. He thrust into me hard enough to lift my toes from the tub, but it didn’t matter because he held me securely. “Let go.” He kept thrusting–two times. Three. Five. His movements grew more erratic as he lost control. On the eighth thrust, he shouted a curse. “Now, Blue. Aw, fuck. Come all over my dick.”
I did. I came so hard I nearly blacked out. It was the best orgasm of my life, colors swirling behind my closed eyelids. My body tingled, my pussy still clenched with little aftershocks. He remained deep as we caught our breath, and the water started to cool. When it was over, I found myself lifted and carried out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, and gently laid in the center of the bed.
My eyes drifted closed as Ford dried off and laid down beside me. “I love you, Blue. So fucking much.” They were the last words I heard before I drifted into the sweetest dreams of my life, wrapped in his arms. Safe.