Southern Heart by Madison, Natasha (best fiction novels .txt) 📕

and she just opens her eyes and looks at me and then closes them again when she sinks back down on my cock. I hold her hips down. "You won’t be able to move until you tell me what you want."

She groans in frustration and then moves her hips side to side. "I have to move."

"Tell me what you want," I ask her again, my hips thrusting up to get deeper in her.

"I want to," she says as she rolls her head from one side to the other. "To make me come."

I smile now. "I can do that,” I say. Releasing her hips, I lean forward, put her hand on my neck, and move up and down now faster than she did before. I lick my thumb again, but this time, I find her clit. "So close." I feel her, moving my thumb in little circles. "So close."

"Yes," she pants out, arching her back, and my mouth catches one of her nipples and bites down. It’s the last straw, and she coats my cock, calling out my name over and over again. Her arm lets go of my neck as I lay her down, my cock still buried balls deep inside her.

She wraps her legs now around my waist, and she smiles at me. "Fuck, I love you,” I say as I make love to her softly and slowly until I can’t wait anymore, and the thrusts get harder and shorter. We come together this time, and when I roll to the side, taking her with me, I feel her kissing my shoulder.

"Is it always this good?" She looks up at me with her hand on my chest and her chin resting in the middle of it.

"No," I answer her. "But with you…"

"Yes?" She smiles at me.

"It just gets better." I curl up and kiss her lips.

"Are we going to shower together?" I ask, slipping out of her and rolling off the bed.

"You don’t have to ask me twice,” she says, walking into the bathroom and starting the shower. "What time is Ethan picking you up?" she asks when I step into the shower with her.

"Soon,” I say, and she turns, and I see a twinkle in her eye.

"Soon that we can’t have shower sex?" She tilts her head to the side. "Or soon we can have shower sex, and I get to wash my hair."

My cock springs into action. "Soon, meaning we can have shower sex, but I can’t wash your back." I lean down and take her lips.

"I can work with that," she says, and forty minutes later, I’m stepping out of the shower alone. "That was good," she says, and I laugh to myself as I grab the white towel and dry off. "Not as good as the kitchen but still okay."

I look over at her, seeing her wash her hair now. "Are you rating us?"

"Yes," she says without skipping a beat.

"What was the worst?" I ask, and I stand with my hands on my hips.

"They were never bad." She shakes her head. "There are just some times that were better than the last."

"Okay?" I lean back on the counter and fold my arms over my chest. "Which one was number one?"

"It’s a tie," she answers me, rinsing her hair. "Between the first time and the kitchen table." I want to say something, but I don’t because she continues talking. "Like the first time will always be special because it was the first time you touched me. But the kitchen is just..." She rubs the shower door to see me through it. "The kitchen was animalistic. It’s like you couldn't stand it no more, and you just had to have me. It was hot."

"I didn’t hurt you?" I ask her.

"You aren’t going to break me," she says, turning off the water now. “You can’t medically break my vagina. Medically, you can tear my vagina but not break it. But that only happens when someone is dry down there."

"Am I really having this conversation?" I ask, and I hear her phone ringing from somewhere in the house. "I’ll be right back." She laughs.

I walk to the kitchen, but I come face-to-face with Ethan, who stands there with his phone in his hand. "I was calling."

He spots me with just a towel on. "Can you go and get dressed, please”—he shuts his eyes tight—"and I’m going to pretend that my sister isn’t in the shower with you."

"I’m not in the shower." I point at myself. "I’m out of the shower." I point out to him. "Which means I’m not in the shower with your sister."

"Thank fuck," he says.

"I mean, I just left her in the shower." He groans as I walk over to my bedroom. "But I’m not in there with her now."

"Tonight, you get your own car,” he says, and I walk into the room and get dressed.

When I walk back out, Ethan is sitting at the counter drinking coffee and Chelsea is dressed in shorts and a top, her hair wrapped in a towel. "I’m just starting breakfast."

"I told her we would get something on the way, but she’s sturbborn," Ethan says.

"My man needs his energy," she says, winking at Ethan, and then he pushes away from the counter, making her laugh.

"And we are out," he says, and she laughs even harder. "I’m waiting in the car."

"I have to go and buy some new clothes,” I say. "I have a couple of things left from what Ethan brought over."

"I can go and grab you a couple of things if you want,” she says. "With Amelia." The uneasiness is hitting me in the stomach.

"I’ll see if Quinn can come with you,” I say, and she rolls her eyes at me. "I’ll see you later."

"You bet your ass you will," she says and leans her head back for a kiss. "I’ll call Quinn. He likes me better than you."

"Good call," I say, walking out of the house and going over to the truck. "She’s going shopping."

"I’ll get someone