Page 41 of Hutch (Minnesota Raptors #2)

When his lips find the little nub begging for attention, I moan, the sound echoing around us as he starts to suckle on my clit.

“Already so wet, but you need to be wetter to take me.”

Two fingers slip inside my walls and my leg shakes. My head bows and I cry out. It’s been so long since anyone has been inside of me.

It’s all I can do to stand here on one leg as he works me over with his tongue, his teeth, and his fingers. Soon two fingers become three and he increases the tempo, forcing moan after moan out of me.

“Let go, baby. You’re safe with me.”

He thrusts his fingers in high and hard as he says it and the orgasm rushes me so fast, I can’t stand up.

He catches me before I do myself serious injury and holds me until the shudders stop wracking my body.

It’s only then that he pulls his fingers out and kisses me almost reverently before he turns off the water.

“Okay?” he asks as he wipes water out of my face.

I nod, not trusting my voice.

“I need the words, baby girl.”

“I’m okay.” The words tumble off my lips, shaky, but firm.

“Good girl.” He picks me up and reaches for the towel I hung over the shower this morning. He folds it several times and puts it down in front of me. Unsure of what he’s doing, I start to ask, but he puts a finger to my lips.

“On your knees, sweetheart.”

Trusting him, I do as he asks, making sure my knees are on the cushion the towel makes. He places both my hands against the shower wall and kisses up along my back, his fingers finding my clit again and he starts to rub slow, hard circles around it.

“Jonathan,” I whisper. “Please.”

“I’m just making sure your ready, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”

He slips his fingers back inside and thrusts in and out lazily and I shudder, my walls clenching around him.

“It’s my birthday,” I manage to get out. “I need you inside of me.”

“As you wish.”

His fingers leave me and then grip my hip, pulling me back.

I slide my hands down the wall a little to keep from falling.

He leans out and grabs his jeans, finding his wallet and removing a condom from it.

The foil paper tears, and he rolls it on.

His fingers do one more pass along my clit before taking my hips in both hands.

The tip of his cock teases along my entrance and I whimper.

“If it hurts, tell me to stop and we’ll wait until you get used to me.”

“I will.”

He leans over and kisses the small of my back and then he’s pushing into me. The burn is intense. It’s been a long time since anyone stretched me. Dear God, he’s big. I whimper and he stills instantly, afraid he’s hurting me. I know him well.

“Give me a minute.”

He leans in, his chest hitting my back. One hand cups my breast and the other goes back to my clit, rubbing slowly as he teases my nipple.

Its not long before I’m crying out and pushing back against him, trying to get him to move, but he refuses until I’m screaming as another orgasm hits. It’s only then he starts to move, pushing in easier this time. There’s still pain, but it’s not a bad pain.

“There’s my girl,” he whispers, his breath tickling my ear. He’s seated fully inside me, waiting for me to adjust. “You good?”

I nod and cry out as he slides out and back in. The angle he has me at has me at a disadvantage. I can’t widen my legs to help relieve the ache.

“This feel good, baby?”

“God yes.”

“Then hold on.”

It’s only then I realize how slowly he’s been taking things so I could adjust to his size.

He starts to move, to really move, and my insides cry out with sheer joy.

Pleasure tingles in every cell in my being as he thrusts.

My arms start to shake soon and he stops to help me to gently move so that my upper body is laying on the floor of the tub and my ass is still in the air.

He takes my hands and pulls them together behind my back, holding me in place.

“Beautiful,” he says and then gives me no chance to take a breath before he’s pushing back into me. There are no sounds from either of us after that, just moans and the sound of flesh hitting flesh as he thrusts, his movements becoming faster and faster.

“Fuck me,” he whispers hoarsely, leaning over me, one hand finding my clit again. “I need to you come for me, baby. I’m so close.”

He pushes down hard with his thumb on the sensitive, swollen nub as he slams into me, forcing me over the edge.

The world around me dims and lights flash behind my closed eyelids as I come harder than I’ve ever done in my life.

My body falls and he falls with me, only he doesn’t stop thrusting.

He grunts and pulls my hips up slightly, angling so he can thrust as high and hard as his fingers had earlier.

“That’s my girl,” he croons as another orgasm wracks my body. Two more hard thrusts like that and his own release hits and he too goes boneless, falling on top of me.

I’m not sure how long we stay like that, breathing hard, but unable to move a muscle.

Hutch is the first to recover. He stands and picks me up, stepping out of the shower and then setting me down on the furry white rug that covers most of the floor.

Finding towels and a washcloth under the sink, he cleans me up and then dries me off before seeing to himself. He sits down behind me to dry my hair.

Neither of us speak as he works, but what words do you need after that? My body is completely boneless, and my eyes droop shut. Once my hair is done, he picks me up and carries me to the bed, pulling the blankets back and laying me down. He joins me and I roll into him.

“I didn’t think our first time would be in the shower, but I wouldn’t trade that for all the world.”

I smile slightly. I, too, thought we’d finish in the bedroom, but I wouldn’t change a single thing about tonight either.

“Daisy?”

“Hmm?” I whisper sleepily.

“Happy birthday, baby.”

He kisses the top of my head and I’m smiling as I fall into a dreamless sleep, free of nightmares for the first time in over a year.