Page 60 of Distant Shores (Stapled Magnolias #2)

ADAIR

T here was a pathetic whimpering sound, and I feared it was coming from me.

Pressing my lips together, I held on to Ireland’s hips for dear life and dropped my forehead against hers as I caught up to reality.

I flexed my pelvis muscles and whimpered again as my dick twitched inside her.

My bare dick. Inside Ireland.

A soothing hand stroked my nape, and I opened my eyes cautiously, grinding my jaw to keep any more sounds back.

But then Ireland smiled at me, her indigo blue eyes deep and sure, and everything made sense again. I smiled back slowly before glancing down between us.

Damn.

Biting my tongue between my teeth, I marveled at how she stretched around me. She tugged on the ends of my hair, and I didn’t bother holding back my shiver before I lifted her up my dick and slid her right back down .

“Ahh,” I groaned, electricity shooting all the way down my spine to my toes. “Too good,” I gritted out. She swiveled her hips, and I died, burying my face between her tits.

Her answering giggle resonated through me, and I tasted her skin, licking a path to her heart. She gasped and writhed on me, circling her hips in such a filthy, beautiful way that I could have cried.

Hell, I might have already been crying.

She rose on her knees and pushed back down again, and I eased back to rest my head on the shower wall, desperate to see.

The ballerina tattoo on her upper arm danced as she braced her hands on my shoulders.

Helping her move, I lifted her on and off my dick with my hands at her waist, over and over, the tight fit putting me out of my mind.

I sucked and played with her tits, and her cries grew more ragged the rougher I was. Encouraged, I sucked hard enough to leave marks.

Her thighs started to tremble as she fluttered around my dick, and I scraped my teeth across her nipple and pushed the heel of my hand onto her clit.

When her pulsing increased, I released her waist and grasped her face, directing her gaze to mine.

She was right. I kept my glasses on for a reason, and this was it.

Her pupils dilated, overtaking the blue, as she contracted around my dick and came. A flush rose from her chest to her cheeks, and she stopped breathing for three entire seconds before exhaling shakily.

It took everything not to come with her.

She threw her arms around me and kissed me as she rode out the aftershocks, moving her hips in achingly slow circles .

“So good, Indigo,” I breathed against her lips. “So good.”

She jerked and kissed me harder, and I grunted when her legs finally gave up and she gave me all her weight.

Eventually, we had to catch our breath, and when Ireland’s lips stilled against mine, she frowned, then flexed her pelvic muscles in an exploratory squeeze.

I sucked in a surprised breath as my entire body jerked.

“More now?” Ireland asked, her eyes sparkling.

I nodded like an idiot, sucking in another sharp breath when she lifted off me and stood up.

“This bench is about the height of that knee scooter,” she mused quietly, but I was gratified to see her chest was still heaving.

I braced my hands on either side of myself and pushed off the bench, but I nearly fell over when Ireland grabbed the nearest safety handle and folded herself in half, presenting her perfect ass to me.

Jesus .

My dick—angry despite being covered in Ireland’s release—had literally just been inside her, but the thought of that happening again still blew my mind.

“Yeah?” I asked, running my hand down her spine. Goose bumps broke out over the expanse of her back, and I smoothed both my palms over either side of her spine, enjoying the feel of them.

“Don’t make me beg, Adair,” she said over her shoulder, mischief in her eyes as she repeated what I’d once told her. “Because I will.”

Smiling, I braced my leg on the bench, then drew Ireland back by the hips and lined up.

I gave myself exactly one Mississippi of time to sear this image into my brain, and then I pushed inside her as slowly as I could manage .

Her answering sounds were a mix of frustration and pleasure, and I cherished them, drawing back out of her just as slowly.

Based on the tingling that’d already started up in my spine, this was not going to last long. On the next flex of my hips, I pushed in faster, harder, and then even more so on the next one, intensifying the power of my movements until the sounds of our bodies joining echoed in the bathroom.

It was loud, sloppy, pure, unadulterated bliss.

I really hadn’t thought I had another position in me, but when I realized I couldn’t reach her clit without leaning all my weight on her, I pulled out and sat back on the bench.

“Come here,” I rasped, my words barely sounding like words. “Get on me.”

I guided her knees back onto the bench, one at a time, then scooped up the rest of her.

This exact position—her straddling my lap, knees braced on either side of me—had flashed through my mind dozens of times yesterday morning in the salon.

I turned her face toward me and kissed her soundly before pushing her back down onto me.

This was really going to be fast.

With my hands on her waist and my toes curled against the shower floor, I moved her up and down my dick.

We found a rhythm quickly, and just like in the salon, Ireland reached back and looped her arm behind my head, arching her back and kissing me.

My mind was such absolute white noise that I wasn’t even sure that I kissed her back as I pumped into her, but her lips on mine were still perfection.

“Adair,” she gasped when I reached down and played with her, stroking her clit before pinching it between my fingers.

She took over the movements then, riding me fast while I rubbed her clit and stroked my other hand up her chest to knead her tit. When the buzzing in my spine started spreading, I gritted my teeth and pinched her nipple and clit at the same time, hard.

A shout tore from her as she arched further, and at the first contraction of her pussy around my dick, I started coming, sparks falling across my vision like tiny shooting stars in the shower.

“ Ireland ,” I commanded.

She angled her head to meet my eyes just as I released into her, coating her insides.

Her breath stuttered as she gyrated on my lap, brow furrowing as she watched me just as intently.

I took her lips again as another burst of release shot from my body.

Then I broke entirely, whispering nonsense into her neck while rotating my hips and giving her every last drop I had.

I was mostly a man of science, but that dumb male part of me was elated at how much cum I’d just unloaded into her body.

When I thought of getting her pregnant, my dick jerked inside her again and Ireland gasped, looking at me with wide eyes.

I just nodded at her as if she’d asked a question, my hands still cupping her in the most possessive way possible.

We were really ruining our water bill, but I still didn’t care about that as I collapsed back against the shower wall and Ireland sank against me, her muscles as spent as mine.

“Perfect,” I whispered, kissing her shoulder.

When she started to squirm a little while later, I helped lift her off me, watching in stunned reverence as my cum dripped down her inner thigh. I reached forward and pushed it back inside her, freezing when my fingers were all the way in.

Who the hell was I right now? Never had such a desire overtaken me. Not even close.

Glancing up at Ireland, I found her staring down at me with parted lips. I went to ease my fingers out, but she caught my wrist, stopping me.

She looked as surprised by that as I was.

I smiled tentatively and circled my fingers inside her. She dropped her head back and breathed deeply, holding my wrist through it.

I repeated the motion, and she looked back down at me with a bewildered expression. “No way,” she rasped. “No way I can come again.”

If that didn’t sound like a challenge.

I took my fingers out long enough to turn her around, then put them right back in, swirling my release inside her. I hadn’t had nearly enough time with this part of her body. Not with my fingers, anyway.

I pressed my thumb onto her sensitive clit and kept it there as I explored, my gaze never leaving hers, watching every tell and expression.

She squirmed, I pressed harder. She stiffened, I moved on. She panted, I kept doing what I was doing.

When she lifted her foot onto the bench and started bucking into my touch, I knew we were close.

Encircling her ankle on the bench beside me, I anchored her to me as I bent forward and sucked her clit into my mouth.

If she could bend in half for me, then I could do this.

“ Adair ,” she yelled, bucking wildly into my touch. I pumped my fingers in her fast and hard as I licked and sucked her clit. When she started contracting, I replaced my mouth with my wet thumb, working her hard as I watched her come.

This orgasm seemed slower, more a rolling wave than a crashing one, but she was just as breathtaking through it.

She eased her foot off the bench, trapping my hand between her legs.

I had no objection.

I guided her to sit on my thigh and held her close. She wrapped an arm around me and smiled, but when she tucked her hand behind her ear, it turned into a grimace.

I grabbed the second handheld showerhead mounted beside the bench and turned on its stream, pointing it toward the ground.

“Let me wash you.”

I positioned her facing away from me and directed her to tip her head back so I could wet her hair. She smiled up at me from her position upside down, and I smiled back, my heart squeezing and thumping in joy.

I smelled the various bottles and found lavender shampoo, holding it up in victory. Ireland leaned partially into my side as I massaged the shampoo into both sides of her head, working it into a lather.

Her moans were even more wanton than the ones that’d barely stopped echoing from our fucking.

Fucking?