Bitter Truth (Hawthorne Vines #1)

I give her a mischievous grin, and she steps into the tub behind me.

Her arms wrap around my middle, and I sigh at the feeling of her body pressing up against mine from behind. Murphy’s lips touch gently against the center of my back, leaving a trail of kisses. But it’s hard to focus on that when her hands are lightly tracing along my pelvic muscles.

My cock throbs between my legs, growing harder as she continues teasing me. I let my head fall back slightly, my eyes closed, just mentally focusing on her.

Nothing feels as incredible as having Murphy’s hands on my body. Her hands, her mouth, her gorgeous tits pressed against me … I’ll take any part of Murphy snuggled up against any part of me whenever I can.

I hiss in pleasure when her hands grip my length and begin to stroke, and with her petite frame pressed against me from behind, my movements are restricted, leaving me with no choice but to just stand there even though I feel desperate to thrust into her hand.

But eventually, it becomes too much, and I spin around and yank her in for a kiss. Our mouths open instantly, this kiss so much more erotic than any that has come before it.

I crowd her against the shower wall, then lick into her mouth with desperation, my tongue tangling with hers as my hands grip at her bare flesh. First her hips, then her ass, and I groan as my dick presses against her warm body.

“I want you inside me,” she whispers, her hands gripping my back and her hips undulating against me.

I drop a hand and touch between her legs, groaning when I feel the slickness between her lower lips that is definitely not from the shower.

“I’m clean,” I tell her as I tug her leg to the side so she can set her foot on the edge of the tub. “Haven’t been with anyone in over a year.”

She nods, then reaches between us and grabs me, lining me up so the head of my dick is pressed against her tight opening.

“How do you want it?” I ask her, then begin to suck on her neck as my hips pulse lightly, teasing us both.

Murphy moans, her hips shifting, her fingernails beginning to press into my back.

“Fuck me, Wes.”

I smile against her wet skin, then raise my head so I can look into her eyes.

“Good answer,” I tell her, and then I watch as I slide into her pussy in one long, slow movement.

The tight, wet heat of her is almost too much. I grit my teeth at how good it feels.

“Oh my god,” she whispers, and then I feel her inner walls squeeze me.

“Yes,” I tell her, drawing back before thrusting in again, this time with more force. “Do that again.”

Her pussy clamps down on me again, and I groan, wanting to both stay right where I am and continue to move at the same time.

“It’s so good.” I draw back out and spear forward again. “So fucking good.”

Murphy’s fingernails dig in deeper, then scratch down my back with enough force that I don’t doubt she’s leaving marks.

I grip beneath her knee, lifting her leg off the edge of the tub and raising it higher, opening her wider so I can fuck into her harder.

“Fuck, Wes. Fuck,” she moans, moving to place her hands on my shoulders.

And then I begin thrusting at a steady pace, the slap of our bodies colliding echoing around us in the tiny space.

I drop my face to her neck and suck at her damp skin, losing myself in the sensation of being inside her.

“I’m gonna come,” she tells me, and the knowledge that I’ve gotten her near the peak so quickly has my own orgasm stirring, the pleasure coiling inside me tighter and tighter.

I feel her clamp down on me a moment later, a cry falling from her lips.

And I’m tumbling behind her, lost in a sea of bliss.

“I didn’t mean to seduce you into shower sex,” she tells me later as we’re lying in bed together, my fingers twirling in her damp hair. “My plan was just a shower BJ.”