REGENCY: Loved by the Duke (Historical Billionaire Military Romance) (19th Century Victorian Short Stories) (51 page)

Her thoughts were thrown when she heard the bathroom door open.  For a brief instant she thought that perhaps something akin to
Psycho
was about to happen and she might be stabbed to death in her own shower.  But the fear vanished as quickly as it had come when she heard the bathroom door close.  Through a quick bit of rationality she knew that a killer wouldn’t have given so much forethought as to close the door behind them.

This was something else.

The curtain to her shower slowly opened and she resisted the urge to turn and see whom it was.  She didn’t need to.  She felt that familiar warmth that she’d encountered only once before and knew whom it was that was entering into her shower with her. 

And to make that warmth far more palpable, she felt his hands circle her body and cup her large breasts.  She could feel his erection poking at her from behind.  The heat that suddenly consumed her threatened to turn the spray of the shower into steam before it even touched her skin.

She couldn’t voice her disapproval, her senses felt so absent.  It took only a few seconds before she found that any disapproval that she might have had at his sudden interest evaporated faster than the would-be steam of her shower.

She didn’t care.

Her world was so fucked up even now that all she could really determine was that she wanted to
feel
something… anything.  And as Erik’s hands slowly massaged her breasts she decided it might as well be lust.

Why not?  I could be dead in a couple of days.  Why not go out on a high note?
  The thought almost made her want to laugh.

Almost.

She brought her hands up to his and slowed the rate at which his fingers moved over her skin.  She showed him how she liked it done and his fingers were quick to absorb the instruction.  She relaxed, leaning back and resting her weight against his, resting her head in the crux of his shoulder.  Some small part of her wondered how he was able to stand after being shot and she did have some small concern that the water would wash away her hard work.  But after only a few moments, those fears disappeared as his fingers and hands suddenly became more adept at pleasing her.

His hands opened and contracted, his fingers stretching out to encompass more of her breast and then receding inward.  His fingers played at her nipples, the contrast of his paler skin against the darkness of her own was almost mesmerizing.

She found enough motivation in her to speak.  “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

“Something that I should have done last night,” he replied calmly.

He spun her around to face him with such speed that it elicited a small yelp from her lips.  He pressed her up against the wall of her shower with such force that she suddenly felt powerless.  Though he was injured and should have been weaker he still seemed more formidable than she would have thought him capable of being.  His hands went to her wrists, pinning her up as if he were shackling her to a stone wall. 

He put his mouth on hers with such tenacity that it almost seemed as if he wanted to devour her.  In a way, she felt that he was.  His tongue passed over her lips so quickly that he reminded her of a snake, tasting everything on the air around him.  But in this instance, all he could taste was her. 

His breath was hot… full of fire… something that she might have expected a mob boss to be.  But there was something that was also sweet… alluring… even a little demanding about it.  It was like heavy alcohol and she knew that she wanted more.  His presence was intoxicating enough as it was.  She wanted the full effect of what he was like as she took in more of him than she could handle.

Make me feel… make me feel, damn you!

As if hearing her silent demands he fell to his knees and spread her legs.  The water washed over him, turning his thin brown hair into a mess of clumped tendrils.  His hands traveled from her wrists down over her slickened breasts and to the small patch of pubic hair that she had. 

He pried the folds of her vagina apart with his fingers and slipped his tongue inside of her.  He did so with the grace and precision of any doctor using a scalpel and the effect was immediate.  He knew where to probe with his tongue and the small bristles of his depleted beard lent to the sensation. 

Her legs turned to instant jelly under his tongue as it moved around inside of her.  Her head recoiled and her hands shot to his scalp, massaging him there as his tongue explored the innards of her body.  Only the ministrations of his mouth kept her upright, some small part of her realizing that she wanted this… she wanted more of it… and the only means by which to experience it was to remain upright.

“Oh, god,” she whispered, the sound lost in the hissing of the jets of the shower.

He moaned under her, a wordless sound of desire, like he had just been served some delectable dish that was pleasing to every taste bud in his mouth.  And the sounds that followed only told her that he was interested in getting more. 

She was happy to oblige him in that regard. 

His tongue swirled inside of her and the part of her that was medically trained recognized each portion of her innards as he caressed them with his mouth.  Her mons… her labia… her clit… he managed to get them all with expert precision.  The shudders that he generated in her legs felt powerful enough to have been able to shake the pyramids to dust. 

He broke away from being inside of her and rose up to his feet, the shower spraying his chest and small rivulets of water rushed over his well-developed pectorals and over his washboard perfect belly.  The grin that was on his face showed the improvement of his spirts and reflected the emotions that had been building up inside of her. This was crazy… she had only met the guy last night… and here she was.  And though it was crazy – nay, downright
asinine
– she couldn’t help but feel excited about it.  And only then because she realized that she was
feeling
something.

She leaned forward and kissed him, running her hands over the sides of his face… his neck… his chest… and his abs.  She let her hands sink a little father south and began to gently stroke him.  She felt his hardness and her fingers and the palms of her hands traced the veins within his cock.  The tips of her fingers gently played with the tip and he shuddered under her gentle prodding.

She broke their kiss and allowed her tongue and lips followed the same path along his body that her hands and fingers had moments before.  Kissing and licking him, unable to even remotely taste the water she traveled over his chest, to his belly, and beyond.

His cock was hard… she’d known it from the start.  He’d wanted her… he’d wanted this… and she was ready to reciprocate. 

She took him into her mouth, clamping her hands firmly on the cheeks of his ass as she did so.  He groaned aloud at this, his hands running through her thicker and longer hair and twisting handfuls of her scalp together.  The movement brought a small amount of pain with it, but also a small sense of excitement as she began to move her mouth on him.

His cock tasted as sweet as his tongue had as she bobbed against him.  There was a hammering sound in her ears that at first she thought to be the sound of the shower as it poured upon her head but after only a few silent beats she realized it was the sound of her own heart beating.  The magnitude with which it beat made her think that perhaps some invisible force was playing a large drum inside of her chest.

His hands shot out and he rested his weight against the wall of the shower, groaning in time with the movements of her mouth.  She cupped his balls, gently playing at them.  For a brief moment she opened her eyes and they traveled to the bandage that she had left on him.  The bandage was soaked through, but she saw no signs that he had pulled a stitch.  That alone was remarkable… as if he was simply defying the laws of medicine by being up and being here with her.

She chose to ignore it.

“Get up,” he ordered her softly over the dull thrum of the shower as it washed over them both.  “Get up, now.”

She pulled him from her mouth and did as he commanded.

He spared a brief moment to kiss her, framing her face with his powerful hands.  His tongue flicked in quickly over her lips before he changed tactics once more at top speed.  He again demonstrated his ability to be the conqueror and pushed her up against the wall of the shower.  Though he acted thuggishly… even almost brutally… his eyes remained locked on hers, unable to be torn away.  She found that it was becoming easier and easier to be lost in his eyes.  It was another feeling that she felt building up inside of her that could be quite comfortable.

But that was nothing compared to the next sensation he gave her, lifting her leg and holding it in the bend of his arm as he put himself inside of her.  She felt him enter, and slowly, as if his cock was mapping the inside of her pussy one inch at a time he slid in.  The sensation was both amazing and slightly frustrating.  She wanted him inside of her… all the way… and yet the slow pace at which he slipped himself inside of her up to the base of his cock felt like one inch of eternity after another. 

She moaned as he entered her, her head jerking back from the sudden power of it all, though it was slow, and gently she knocked her head against the wall of her shower.  Her hands found his well-formed biceps and slid up to his shoulders and she linked her fingers behind his neck as he began to thrust inside of her. 

His movements were slow at first, grinding his pelvis against her.  He gyrated his hips so slowly it was like he was trying to stir her the same way one might try and stir a cup of tea.  The movements were slow, almost practiced.  She had the presence of mind wonder if maybe he and his former fiancé had ever practiced such a thing.  The thought, she found, was mildly erotic… thinking of Erik with another woman. 

And slowly, his pace increased and her mind lost all sense of higher thought.  She tensed her arms and the single leg that she stood on began to tremble.  Already she could feel the waters of her body rising to the spilling point.  It had been so long since she had had a man… and none of them had ever been as Erik was.  Every single lover that she had had before him had been nothing: a ship that passed in the night kind of a thing.  There had never been any kind of connection between her and those men at all. 

But interestingly enough, she found that at least there was
something
that she felt with Erik.  She didn’t know what it was… but it was there.  Maybe she wouldn’t even care for it by the time they finished.  Maybe she wouldn’t care about it at all.  But at the very least she realized that she could
feel
something.

He responded to her moans and the tightening of her limbs.  The louder she became the quicker he moved in and out of her.  They fell into a natural rhythm, developing a dance to a melody that only they seemed able to hear. 

It wasn’t long before he hiked up her other leg, pinning her against the wall with her legs dangling freely as she hooked them over his elbows.  The only leverage she had was keeping her hands together around his neck.  And with her back pinned against the wall he was able to keep her from sliding too far off of him.

He began to grunt with every thrust and each motion elicited a new moan from her.  Every two or three beats one his thrusts would cause her to jerk her head, her hair splashing them both with the runoff of the shower as it continued to rain down on them.  The water itself was only a small reminder of the new life that seemed to be forming between them even now.

She could almost taste that life… she could feel it… she felt immersed by it as if the water itself was the channel through which it was being sent to her.  Her worries seemed to be floating away… changing… becoming something other than what she had imagined that they would be. 

Those same waters contributed to the vast reservoir that was building up inside her.  And those waters too began to boil.  She could feel it all the way to her toes… like being inside a warm bath with a potent glass of wine in her hand, but better. 

Her hands loosened, digging into his shoulders with such force that they threatened to draw blood.  He responded to that as well, not telling her to ease up, but by grunting more loudly with every thrust of his pelvis against her. 

“Come inside of me,” she whispered.

The power of the words was enough to surprise her.  It was a kind of daring that she had never felt before in her life.  She never would have given that kind of power… that kind of a risk… to a man she had only met last night.  The outcome was something that she knew would change her life forever.

It’s not really my life anymore though, is it?

Still, the feeling of it felt incredible.  A smile formed on her lips, framing a bright and white toothy smile.  “Come inside of me,” she repeated through the artificial rain of the shower.  Her voice was so soft that for a moment she wondered if she had actually heard it or if perhaps she had imagined it.  For a few seconds she wondered if Erik had heard her at all. 

But after a few more powerful thrusts and the waters within her threatening to burst and boil her insides, she saw Erik smile at her.  And she knew of an instant that he had heard her. 

And it was not long before she felt a new kind of warmth inside of her.  The warmth of the shower could not have compared.