She grabbed my face and kissed me so passionately I had to lean her back against the glass door.
“That must mean I did a good job.”
“You did good. This is some romantic, fly ass shit.”
The shower station sat at the end of a wooden path that curved off the trail and disappeared into the trees. Private didn’t cover it. The platform was walled on three sides by dense green, the rainfall head above us wide enough for two, the water hot and soothing straight out of the tap.
I set her down on the bench and caressed her neck. She leaned into my hand and looked up at me.
“Always the brightest star in the sky,” I murmured.
She stood and began removing her clothing.
“Well, don’t just stand there. Strip.”
I pulled my shirt over my head and caught her watching. She wasn’t hiding it, eyes moving over me, lips parting just enough. Her breathing had already given her away, and mine wasn’t holding up much better.
I stepped out of the rest of my clothes. She was bare already, standing against all that green. When I stopped to take her in, she let me. Gorgeous. Sexy. Soft. Mine.
I guided her underwater, grabbed the soap and two loofahs, and handed her one. We took our time cleaning each other, laughing about the mud turning up in places it had no business being. Her laughter eased my mind.
She reached to pull me down for a kiss but stopped once our lips were inches apart.
“Do you want to fuck me, Ducane?”
“Do you want me to fuck you, Skye?”
She looked at me under heavy lids, those bedroom eyes that always did me in. I kissed her ear. “Yes or no, Skye?”
My hand was traveling down her side, over her stomach. I slid two fingers between her legs, warm, eager, and ready. She pulled in a sharp breath when I stroked her swollen bud.
“Tell me what you want,” I said against her neck, still moving my fingers.
“Yes. I want you so bad.”
“How does the princess want it?” Her eyes were fluttering, walls clenching around my fingers. The water poured over both of us. “Stay with me, baby.”
“Save the soft shit for later,” she panted, catching her first orgasm. I kissed her lips roughly until she pushed me back and turned around.
“Your wish is my command.”
I grabbed her braid and entered her from behind. She arched into it the second I was inside her, same greedy pull she’d always had for me. “Gahdamn.”
“Shit,” she moaned, bending forward, throwing her ass back.
I gripped her waist with both hands, slowing her down. I was taking my time getting reacquainted with every inch of her. She reached back and grabbed my thigh. I took that as the signal to move. The water came down hot. Skin on skin mixed with the rainfall, the trees, her breath catching every time I pulled her back into me.
I pulled out and turned her around to face me.
“I wanna eat this pussy, Skye. Can I do that?” I palmed her breast and rolled her nipple between my fingers. “I need an answer.”
She was still being hardheaded, so I took her nipple in my mouth, flicking my tongue over it, and looked up at her while I did it. Her head had dropped back, lips parted, that grip she had on her own composure slipping right in front of me. She was close to giving me whatever I asked for, and she knew it.
“Ducane, baby, yes. You can do whatever you want.”
“That’s my girl. Was that so hard?”
I grinned, bending down to lift her legs over my shoulders. With her juicy pussy in my face my control snapped. I dove headfirst, kissing her clit before lightly sucking on it.