He couldn’t resist, he lowered his head to one rosy aureole, his tongue lashing back andforth across it. The nipple tightened and he took it into his mouth, pulling and tugging. Thewater sluiced down onto them, he had to wipe it out of his eyes. His fingers parted her labia, found the firm nub of her clit and rubbed it.
Her legs parted and she leaned back against the shower wall, her breath coming faster.
Matt pulled her leg up, around his waist and thrust upward hard and fast, driving into her.
His cock filled her, stretched her already slightly sore walls open and she whimpered, her hands coming up around his neck, cupping his nape.
He leaned closer, his tongue met hers and they kissed slowly and passionately. Her fingers ran along his back and he didn’t flinch at the feel of her nails digging into his skin.
His hips pistoned faster and she leaned back farther, raising her pelvis to allow him a better angle of penetration.
Their moans mingled as she began to shake and cry out. His mouth sealed hers shut, her hand gripped the built in towel rack and he drove into her one final time, taking them both over the brink.
“That’s one way to start the day,” Matt chuckled as she soaped up a cloth and cleaned him. Rachel giggled, leaving soapy trails along his thighs.
They dried and dressed in robes then went into the living room. Breakfast looked better to her and they sat down. She made him a plate first and passed it to him before saying, “I’m sorry but I think Kyle may be the cause of the craziness outside.
“Kyle?’
“The ex.”
“Ahh, it doesn’t matter if he is. The truth is this was bound to happen sooner or later.”
His nonchalant attitude calmed her down. She looked down at the table, her eyes roaming the clean linen, unsure as to how this could all be happening this dream.
“Please tell me you have a plan.”
“I certainly do,” Matt replied with a heated smile. “I plan to go down there and let them all meet the woman I love. Of course first we have to get you dressed. I love the sight of you naked but I am selfish enough to want to keep you to myself, at least that part of you. Now eat your breakfast.”
She followed the order automatically. Her nerves were soothed by his kindness and the food. When he called the concierge and asked her to have a very expensive clothing store notified that a woman in his suite needed to be clothed discreetly it took no time at all for a rack of clothes and a grinning man to appear outside the penthouse doors.
At six o’clock Matt and an elegantly dressed Rachel stepped into the elevator. Her legs, showing below the knee length skirt, were covered in expensive silk hose and her body was clad in a modest and gray beautiful suit with a lovely emerald blouse below it for a splash of color.
Her hair had been twisted into a classic chignon low on her neck and her feet were in low-heeled pumps. She felt wonderful but when they stepped out onto the stairs flashbulbs and a babble of voices blinded her. For a moment her nerves failed her but Matt held her hand and she stepped into the glare of cameras with him, her head held high and her prince at her side.
This is how fairytales end, she thought. But for Rachel and Matt, it was only just the beginning.
About the Author
Adriana Hunter writes romance, fantasy and paranormal erotic stories to captivating storiesof seductive medieval nights, and wild, adult fairytales.
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