Page 92 of Rapunzel Is Losing It

“What open door event?”

“The one I just pulled out of myfuckingass. The one I hope I’ll be able to throw together in a few days.”

“Come here.” I reached for her wrist and pulled her back under the shower with me. “Thank you. You came for me.”

“Of course I did,” she huffed.

“I don’t know how to do this. I never had anything other than my body and my family name.”

“You have me now.” Cordelia wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled herself up on her tiptoes, until her nose brushed against mine and her sweet breath coated my tongue. “I’ll always come for you.”

I closed the gap between our lips and devoured her like I was returning from war. Her kiss turned frantic within seconds.Cordelia grasped at my hair and scratched at my skin, bit my lips and pushed herself into me. She was searching her escape in my body.

There was a good chance, I was making the wrong decision here, but I just wanted to help her forget where she was. So I grabbed her by the hips and lifted her up. Those long legs I’d been fantasizing about closed behind my back, locking me in tight. Her thighs around my hips diminished my doubts, and I just needed more.

It wasn’t until she started rolling her hips over my throbbing hard cock, that I pulled out of the kiss again.

“We should stop,” I grunted, desperately trying to breathe through the steam and her intoxicating scent.

“Why?” She kissed me again and I retuned the kiss for just a moment or two, unwilling to give up the taste of her lips.

“Because your first time won’t be in a fucking locker room.”

“I know,” she huffed, “my first time will be on the fluffy rug on my bedroom floor.”

“Of course you have a plan for that,” I chuckled. Whether she realized it or not, we were only inches from blowing that plan. All her writhing didn’t help either. My cock would end up inside of her just because she’d tilt her hips too far.

“I don’t want to stop. Please. Don’t make me go out there yet.”

“Fuck, Cordelia.” My hands still wrapped around her middle, I pulled back just enough for her legs to instinctively fall off my hips before I sharply turned her around. Her ass pressed into me, my cock perfectly nestled between her cheeks. “Put your hands on the wall.”

She wordlessly followed command, pressing both palms against the tiles.

The fact that she wasn’t even playfully protesting was enough to set my teeth on edge. Cordelia was constantly running onmultiple streams of thought, and at least one of them was currently panicking.

“Count down from eighty-thousand,” I told her as I reached up and grabbed the detachable showerhead.

“Eighty-thousand,” she whispered, her stomach trembling as my free hand slid down over her belly button, and I used the showerhead to run hot water over her peaking nipples. “Seventy-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine. Seventy-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-eight. Seventy-nine-hng.”

Her breath hitched when I carefully spread her open, exposing her clit without touching it.

“Keep counting,” I said, voice rough, and bit her neck. Maybe one of her many mental tabs would jump to shark sex.

“Seventy-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-seven.”

I brought the showerhead down to where the water hit the junction of her thighs. Cordelia moaned and bucked back. Her ass pressed flush against me. It was almost too much and I could have exploded right then and there, her soft body tight against mine and the sounds she made for me.

She tried to writhe her hips as I brought the showerhead closer, but my grip around her locked. As much as it was torture, I didn’t want a single pocket of air between our bodies.

“Please,” she whimpered, craning her neck.

“Keep counting,” I growled, knuckles whitening around the handle.

“Seventy-nine thou-oh.” Her nails scratched over the tiles and her thighs twitched around my hand. “Seventy-nine thousand nine hun-nnh.”

“That’s it, baby, you almost got it. What comes after ninety-seven?”

“Seventy-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-six,” she breathed, almost voiceless.