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I don’t waste time. My hand wraps around his cock—already hard—and he shudders at the first slow stroke, a groan vibrating against my lips.
“Fuck…” he mutters.
I stroke him steadily under the spray, loving the way his hips jerk into my fist, the way his breath catches every time I twist my wrist just right. He’s so hard, so warm, throbbing in my palm.
Then he breaks the kiss and turns me around.
For one sharp second I go stiff, old memories trying to claw their way in. I breathe through it and lean back against his chest, letting the water and his warmth ground me.
I wait for him to push inside. Instead, he kisses the back of my neck, slow and gentle. His hand cups my breast, thumb brushing over my nipple. He plays with it and then the other.
Then he reaches between my thighs. One thick finger teases my entrance before sliding inside me, then two. He works me open with slow, curling strokes, hitting that perfect spot, while his mouth stays at my neck—kissing, sucking, licking.
The combination undoes me. The steady press of his fingers, the heat of his mouth, the way he holds me like I’m something precious. I feel safe in a way that turns me on even more.
My pussy clenches around him, slick and hot, and my thighs start to shake.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, like he’s saying it to himself and I’ve only caught him at it.
He adds a third finger, still gentle but deeper, stroking me perfectly as the water runs down our bodies. The pleasure coils tighter, until it breaks over me in long, shuddering waves. I come with a soft, helpless moan, pulsing hard around his fingers while he keeps kissing my neck, murmuring rough, quiet praise against my skin.
I sag back against his chest, legs weak, heart hammering as the spray continues to pour over us.
When I come back to myself, I feel him pressed against me—his rock-hard cock against my back.
“You can do it,” I say, still catching my breath.
Levi’s arm tightens around my waist. “I can do it?” he repeats, that familiar sarcasm cutting through his rough voice. “It’s a group activity, Carmen. You’re upset. I’m not feeling it.”
I turn in his arms and look up at him. Water cascades over us both. Without breaking eye contact, I reach between us, wrap my hand around his thick length, and stroke him slowly from base to tip.
“You’re not feeling it?” I ask.
His breath hitches. His eyes stay locked on mine as I work him with steady, firm strokes, my thumb gliding over the swollen head on every pass.
He barely lasts a minute.
“What the fuck do you do to me—” he groans, the words fracturing into a low, wrecked moan as he comes. His cock pulses hot and thick over my fingers, hips jerking into my grip while he keeps staring down at me like he can’t look away.
I smile up at him, soft and a little dazed, still stroking him gently through the aftershocks.
“I think you were feeling it,” I tease.
“Clearly,” he rasps, voice hoarse. “Now tell me what’s wrong.”
“I just feel weird, that’s all.”
“Why?”
I suppose he was going to find out eventually.
“I’m going to be a grandmother.”
“What?” The word comes out rough. Almost strained.
“I know,” I say quickly. “It’s not exactly sexy pillow talk, being intimate with a soon-to-be grandmother.”
“No,” he says at once. “I don’t care about that. It’s just your daughter is moving real fast.”
