Our Little Secret by Rachael Stewart (free ebook novel txt) 📕

I don’t need her answer but, as I trail the jets of water over her front, I wait for it anyway.

‘Yes, Rafael, Yes.’

‘Bene.’ I dip my mouth to hers and kiss her slowly but as she leans into me, looking for more, I break away. To control my own need as much as to tease her further.

‘Do you want to see how much it excites me too?’

She nods her head, her eyes lowering to the obvious bulge in my trousers. With my free hand, I unbutton them, lower the zipper and release my cock to her eager gaze.

‘Commando?’ she asks, gasping.

I fist my erection, give it one long stroke and watch her take in the move. ‘Now I want to feel how excited you are.’

I slip my hand beneath the arm that is still trapped across her front and feel her stomach suck in, her eyes intent on mine. There is no rejection, only desire. And, as I slip inside the tiny triangle that protects her modesty, she tilts into my touch, trying to take me deeper.

‘Yes, Raf, please.’

I skim over her seam, feel her curls slick with her need, and trail back up towards her breasts.

‘Raf.’ She writhes, her arms pulling against the tangled red binding, her eyes pleading for me to give her what she needs, what her body needs, but I’m in no mood to hurry this.

‘Do you trust me, Faye?’

She frowns up at me, her breasts lifting with her breath, each rose-pink peak straining through the bands of red, desperate, needy.

‘Do you?’

Her lashes flicker and her eyes soften into mine. ‘Yes.’

It’s a breathy whisper, so honest and raw, and it cuts deep. Idiota. I wanted her to trust me. I wanted her consent to take this further. Instead, she has given me so much more. The depth of feeling that blazes in her eyes catches in her voice.

I shake off the sudden panic. I shake it off and focus on the heat, the need, the lust that I know I can provoke, the heights I know I’m capable of taking her to. This is just sex. Great sex. An opportunity I cannot waste. Nothing more.

I spin her away from me and place the shower head back in its holder. I trace the bands of red down her body, my fingers grazing over her skin. I fist my hand in the straps between her shoulder blades and yank her back towards me. Her head turns, her mouth seeking out the crushing pressure of mine, and I delve my tongue in deep, feasting on her heady whimpers, her taste, her heat.

‘I’m going to fuck you so hard, Faye. Is that what you want?’

Her nod is hurried, her eyes flaring wildly, her cheeks flushed with lust.

I slide my free hand down her front beneath the small red triangle and separate her seam to feel her wetness, to feel her clit all swollen for me. I let her roll into my touch, let her take some of what she needs, some of what I need too.

‘You’re so wet.’

Her hum of agreement is hitched.

I sink inside her, feeling her pulse around my fingers, and I know how desperate she is for this.

And what about how desperate you are? More desperate than you’ve ever been before...

I step back and release her and she goes to turn.

‘No. Stay facing the wall.’

She does exactly as I ask. Her gorgeous body is bound, her luscious round arse barely concealed beneath the triangle of red, her shoulders shuddering with every breath she takes. I throw my shirt aside, uncaring of the phone still tucked inside, and shuck the rest of my clothes until I’m naked and so fucking hard I fear I’ll come before her. And then I remember...condom.

I take one out of the discreet container in the vanity unit and tear it open, my eyes feasting on her bound and waiting as I sheath myself, my teeth gritted against the sensation that feels more teasing than it should thanks to my heightened state.

‘I want you.’ I come up behind her, my mouth to her ear. ‘So badly.’

I nip at her lobe and she whimpers, her arse wriggling back, seeking out my hardness.

‘I want you more than I’ve ever wanted another soul.’

The words are out before I stop them. But they are the truth; this is true. And I don’t want to suppress it. I can be honest in sex.

I hook my fingers into the band of her bottoms and roll them down her thighs, bending my knees as I lower myself down her body, my tongue following the same teasing trail.

‘Step out,’ I say as my fingers brush her ankles, her teasing anklet, and strip the fabric from her feet. I toss it away and take my time as I rise back up her body.

‘Step wider.’

She shuffles her feet apart, so obedient, so fucking hot.

I reach for the shower head once more and bring it over her front as I lower my mouth to her ear.

‘I’m going to make you come with this.’

She goes to turn and stops, remembering my command as she turns her head instead.

I raise the shower head, my grin loaded. ‘Another first?’

She doesn’t have to answer me. I know. I can read it in her face. I take hold of the bands between her shoulder blades again and turn, encouraging us to rotate so she’s facing the glass wall of the shower and the mirror beyond.

‘See how sexy you are?’

Her mouth is slack with desire, her colour high, her eyes shying away from the image she presents.

‘Look, cara, see you as I see you...’

She focuses, her eyes sweeping over her length before connecting with mine through the mirror. ‘Do you see?’

She wets her lips, nods.

‘You are exquisite.’

Her lashes flutter as she takes in my words.

‘You are not boring. Your ex was a fool. You deserve to be worshipped, adored...’

Loved. I want to say loved. It’s there, choking up my throat, and I force it down as I trail the jets over