Chapter 115: Round Two (2)
"Ahh..." A sharp gasp tore from her throat as her fingers instinctively buried themselves in his wet hair, tugging him closer, needing more. Her other hand fumbled blindly against the shower’s metal pipe, desperately searching for balance as her remaining leg trembled beneath her.
But Greg didn’t care. He didn’t want her to steady herself. He wanted her to fall apart beneath his touch.
And he was succeeding.
His tongue moved with deliberate skill, alternating between slow, teasing strokes and intense flicks that made her whimper. The sound of the running water was drowned out by the lewd, wet noises between them, each one making her arousal intensify.
Before she could fully surrender, Greg suddenly pulled away. Cammy barely had time to catch her breath before he spun her around.
With a firm grip on her hips, he pulled her back toward him, his hardness pressing insistently against her heat.
A wicked grin spread across his lips.
"Now," he growled, his voice thick with desire, "let’s see if you can still stand after this."
"Hands on the wall, babe," Greg commanded, his voice a tantalizing mix of authority and desire.
Cammy obeyed without hesitation, her palms pressing flat against the cold, tiled surface. The stark contrast between the cool wall and her heated skin sent a shiver through her, but it was nothing compared to what came next.
Without warning, Greg lifted her right leg and plunged deep inside her from behind.