The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 219

Chapter 219: A CALL FROM MARTHA

Abigail

His eyes darkened, and I let out a little whine when he pulled away, his cock sliding out of my cunt.

"Relax, I want to check the water hasn’t gone cold first."

He rose, naked and unashamed, walking to the bathroom. I drank in the sight of him hungrily, my gaze tracing the powerful lines of his back, the flex of his muscles, the firm, perfect curve of his ass, and then his thick, erect cock, all glistening with my cum.

Hot desire pooled in my belly. I was already wanting more. The bathroom was thick with steam when Finnegan finally coaxed me out of bed. The scent of eucalyptus oil and...

"Is that jasmine?" I chuckled. "You got jasmine soap?"

He tipped his head toward a shelf on the bathroom wall. "I got jasmine everything."

My jaw dropped as my eyes scanned the shelf. It was filled with all the jasmine products I used and ones I had never seen in my life.

"What on earth? When did you get all that?"

He shrugged, lowering me to the floor.

The large tub was full and frothing with bubbles. He undressed me slowly, his fingers gentle as they peeled away my clothes. Every time they grazed a bruise, a vein would pop in his forehead.

I gasped as he kissed each one, lips brushing softly over my skin. My legs wobbled when he kissed lower over my belly, making me shudder.

With a groan, he stepped into the tub first, then scooped me off the floor and lowered me in after him.

"Easy, tiger," I chuckled as he settled me between his legs so that I was facing him. The warm water enveloped us both, soothing my sore muscles while his arms wrapped around my waist.

I sighed, leaning closer when he grabbed a washcloth and began washing me. His mouth followed the washcloth down my shoulders, my collarbone, the side of my neck. The hard length of his cock pressing against my ass left me wet, and it wasn’t from the water.

I gripped his shoulders and lifted my hips, settling my soaked pussy against his thick cock. Oh god, yes.

Hot shivers tore down my spine. I threw my head back as I ground against his cock, letting the slick head rub against my clit. Finnegan groaned, hands gripping my hips.

"Abigail," he rasped, voice strained.

I leaned forward, pressing my full breasts against his chest.

His green eyes darkened to my favorite shade — hot, piping, lusty green. He leaned in and caught one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking hard, tongue flicking over the sensitive peak.

I moaned loudly, arching my back to push more of my tit into his mouth. Water sloshed around us as I rocked my hips, dragging my dripping pussy along his hard length.

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