Page 40 of A Secret Escape

Marcus

I t feels strange to stroll around someone else’s house completely naked, but I suppose there’s some humour to be found in it. I head downstairs to grab my bag, silently cursing my earlier laziness for not bringing it up with me.

The patio door is slightly ajar, and a cold gust of wind whips through the ground floor of the cottage.

For a moment, a flash of panic grips me at the sight of the open door, but I quickly realise the small size of the cottage makes it easy to see there’s been no intrusion – just the wind, pushing the door open from my weak attempt at kicking it shut earlier, having been too distracted to give it much thought.

I close and lock the door, hanging the key on its hook behind the curtain, stepping around the melted puddles of snow tracked in from my boots.

Coming back up the stairs, I find Lila standing in the doorway of the bedroom, naked, her skin glowing gold in the warm afternoon light. Her hand is propped against the wooden doorframe in a way that accentuates the curve of her waist, looking like something out of every man’s wildest fantasy .

And she’s mine.

“Hey.” My voice is low, a smile curling the edge of my lips. “I was… just thinking I might jump in the shower.”

“Yea?” she asks, barely louder than a breath, and God damn, her voice is silk and sin and starlight, and every time she speaks, it pulls at something within me I don’t even want to begin to understand.

The look in her eyes is seductive as hell and God, do I love it. There’s a hunger in her eyes – like she’s had a taste and is starving for more.

Most women are content after once – more than satisfied after twice. Not Lila.

Her gaze drifts down my body, slowly, like she’s trying to memorise it, and I feel myself harden under the heat of it.

My eyes do the same, tracing the sensuous line of her curves, drifting hungrily from her soft mouth to the gentle swell of her breasts, down her soft golden skin to the smooth centre between her legs.

Fucking hell.

I don’t know how I’m ready again, but somehow, my body seems to have rediscovered a forgotten vigour, the burning need for her reawakening like embers coaxed back to flame by the lightest breath.

“Would you like to join me?” I ask.

Her whole body lights up as she jumps up on her toes, yelping a quick “ yes!” with an unguarded enthusiasm that shifts from languid satisfaction to bubbling excitement in an instant.

She’s fierce and sweet, sensual and playful all at once, and I’m completely undone.

She wants me. Still. Again. For the last two years, she said.

There’s twenty years between us, and yet she looks at me like I’m everything she’s ever desired. The raw honesty of her confession strips away any lingering doubts that might have shadowed my mind .

And I don’t think I’ve ever needed to be wanted this much.

I reach out and pull her into me, claiming her lips with mine as my hands slide down to cup her perfect arse. I growl softly in her ear and take a few steps forward, pinning her against the wall.

“Every inch of you drives me fucking wild ,” I whisper slowly, sliding my hand between her legs, my heart pounding as her body instantly reacts to my touch. Her back arches to press against my hand as she whimpers, lifting her leg up to rest on my waist.

My fingers slip inside her easily, working her up until she’s gasping.

I pull back and look at her, her face flushed, lips swollen, her usually perfectly styled hair ruffled, and those luscious, perky breasts rising and falling with her breath.

“Come on.” I step into the bathroom and turn on the shower.

The hot water quickly steams up the air and I step under the stream of it, soaking up Lila’s hungry gaze as she watches me.

“Get over here,” I motion with my head and in a second, she’s in front of me and her hand is on my cock and holy fuck, it should be illegal how fucking good that feels.

My mouth is on hers as I press her against the wall, a slight smile breaking the kiss as I hear her slight gasp when her back hits the cold tile.

The contrast of it against the hot water pouring down her front will amplify her sensations, and her eyes lock on mine as our mouths separate, her lips parted, breath heavy.

I stare into her eyes, trying to memorise them - the way they look at me - before leaning in and sliding two fingers inside her. I curl them forward, pressing against the soft spot on her front wall, biting my lip at the sound of her moan .

She slides her hands down my back and she’s so fucking slick that I slide a third finger in easily, making her gasp as her body tenses against me.

I move in and out of her in slow, deliberate strokes, feeling her body coil tighter each time, each movement pushing her closer to the edge.

Just as she’s about to break, I drop to my knees in front of her and run my tongue across her, teasing, tasting, before I pull her clit into my mouth with a gentle pressure.

She cries out – raw and unrestrained – a tidal wave ripping through her body as her nails dig into my shoulders and her back arches. I don’t let up – my tongue flicking, coaxing, devouring every trembling second of her release.

Her knees buckle, but I grip her hips tight, holding her steady as she rides it out, every quiver and gasp mine to savour.

“Holy fuck, Marcus,” she gasps, her voice breathy and shaky as I rise back up to meet her. Her eyes lock on mine and they are pure electric fire.

I grin in satisfaction at being able to get her off so easily.

“You taste so fucking good,” I mutter, rubbing my cock against the smooth silk of her leg, throbbing with need as the steam and hot water create a hazy cocoon around us where nothing else in the world matters.

I need her more than I need my next breath, but I’ve had enough shower sex experiences to know condoms and water don’t mix.

“Are you on the pill?” I ask, praying that she says yes.

“No. But I don’t care. I need you.”

Her voice is a shaky plea and my desperation for her overpowers any sound judgement I might have otherwise had. I grasp her shoulders and turn her around, pressing her breasts against the tiles. Lifting her leg up to rest on the side of the tub, I slide into her, and God, she feels incredible.

Her pussy is so fucking tight around me, I worry I’m going to finish almost instantly, my body forgetting that it’s already come twice before.

I pull back and slam deep into her, her voice screaming my name the best fucking sound I’ve ever heard.

I pull out, taking a deep breath as I turn her to face me, lifting her effortlessly as her legs wrap around my waist, as though by instinct.

I slide my hands across her arse, leaning her back against the cool tiles for leverage as I line my cock up at her entrance.

It slips into her easily, a growl rising from my throat as she pulls herself against me and bites down on my shoulder.

Her need for me, her excitement for me, is intoxicating, and I’m determined to be the best fuck she’ll ever have.

Pressing her back against the wall, I thrust into her hard and fast. The impact draws a gasp from her lips – loud and broken – each breath coming faster, needier, as her body tightens around mine. She’s right there again, trembling, moaning my name as another climax crashes through her.

Her back arches into a breathtaking shape, her shoulders leaning back against the wall with her arms still locked around my neck.

The water cascades off her breasts like a fucking painting, Her legs grip my waist as though she can’t bear to let go, every inch of her pulling me closer, holding me deeper.

The way she clings to me – wild and wrecked – is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

I pound into her, throbbing as I go faster and harder, the sensation of the shower and the feel of her completely overwhelming every one of my senses .

Breathy moans rise from deep in her throat as I push my endurance to the limit, and I’m there, every muscle in my back and arms trembling as my climax builds.

I feel the sensation just as I’m about to come and I quickly drop one of her legs down and pull out, grabbing hold of my shaft as I explode, white streams landing on her stomach and legs as I slowly lower her other leg to the floor.

I lean forward, my forehead pressing against the cool tile wall behind her. One palm braces against the slick surface while my other hand traces slowly down the curve of her spine, coming to rest at the small of her back.

Water ripples down my shoulders, drumming rhythmically as I draw in deep breaths.

After a long moment, I pull back to look at her, and I swear I feel a sting at the corner of my eye as a rush of emotion sweeps through me.

Before I can linger on it, my gaze is pulled downwards as she slides her hand across her stomach, spreading my cum across her skin. I let out another low growl and shake my head, making her giggle as water droplets splash on her face.

Her laugh registers in my mind as fighting for contention of my favourite sound, along with her screaming my name.

“Wow,” she says in barely more than a whisper.

“Right back at ya.”

She kisses me, her tongue caressing mine softly for a moment before she turns around and presses her arse into me, stretching her hand up behind my neck. The position creates an incredible silhouette of her curves all the way down her body.

My lips find her neck, my eyes watching the water run down the shapely peaks of her breasts as it washes my climax off her skin .

My hands run up her front, cupping those silky, perfect breasts. She feels like pure satin in my arms and I’m pretty sure I could die happy just holding her like this until my heart stops.