then brushed her lips against his again.
“Yes. One day at a time. God, baby, please tell me you want this. I’ll back away and get out of the shower right now, but I want you so damn bad I ache.”
“I want you too,” she admitted softly.
Crimson’s hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs stroking her sensitive nipples. Her core pulsed with need and she squeezed her thighs together.
“None of that,” Crimson said, slipping his hand down her body and tapping against her thigh. “Open up, sweetheart. If you need someone to take the ache away, I’m more than happy to oblige.”
Holly felt her cheeks flush as she slowly spread her thighs. His long fingers stroked the seam of her pussy and a shiver raked her body. He spread her lips and she felt the light stroking become bolder as he sought her clit, applying just enough pressure to make her keen with longing and need. Holly grasped his shoulders to stay standing. Her knees buckled from the pleasure zinging through her body at his expert touch.
He nuzzled her ear. “Does that feel good, baby?”
Holly nodded, unable to form words. She’d never felt anything like it before, not even by her own hand. Her body tightened and strained for release, reaching for something more. She’d made herself come before, but this was way more intense than anything she’d experienced in the past. Holly had a feeling that Crimson was going to ruin her for anyone else, including her own five fingers.
“Come for me, angel. Give me that cream.”
It was as if his words triggered her orgasm. She cried out as she collapsed against him, her head reeling as she blinked the stars from her eyes. She’d come harder than she ever had, but it didn’t feel like enough; it felt like there was still something missing. And she knew exactly what it was…
“I need you,” she said, her hands still clutching at his shoulders. “I need more, Crimson. I need to feel you inside me.”
He groaned at her words and turned her toward the shower wall. Holly braced her hands against the tile and thrust her ass back toward him, giving it a little wiggle as incentive. She felt his hands cup her hips as his cock slid back and forth against her wet slit. Holly spread her legs a little more, hoping he would take her and quit playing.
As he breached her, slowly sinking into her channel, she couldn’t hold back the moan that sprang to her lips. Crimson was big all over, but damn, did he feel amazing! She felt incredibly full, but it was the best feeling in the world. He took his time, using slow, deep thrusts to drive her passion higher. Holly’s fingers and toes curled against the tile of the shower.
“I won’t break,” she assured him. “I can feel you holding back.”
“I want to make it good for you.”
She laughed. “Crimson, you’ve already made it better than it’s ever been. So unless you’re trying to top your own record, you can take me fast and hard. I’m not fragile.”
He growled and the sexy sound made her even wetter.
She felt his teeth latch onto her shoulder and that was all the warning she received. He took her harder and faster, pounding into her until she was pressed against the shower wall. Holly knew she’d have bruises where his hands gripped her hips and she couldn’t have cared less. It felt wonderful, and she never wanted it to end.
She worried he’d find his release before she had another chance to experience that incredible pleasure again, but she worried for nothing. Crimson slid a hand around her waist and delved between her legs, seeking her clit. He stroked her to climax before finding his own release.
As he pulled away, the tell-tale warmth slipping down her thighs brought reality crashing down. No condom! Shit. Should she tell him she wasn’t on birth control? Or just wait and see if there was a reason to panic? Crimson didn’t seem like the type of man to be tied down unless he wanted to be, but she didn’t want to take a chance on him wanting her