A nightmare come to life. Rob shuddered and sighed, hoping he’d be able to scrub the entire scene from his mind from force of will alone. Sally wrapped herself around him, and even though it didn’t ease the visions in his head, it was the perfect start.
Sally didn’t need to read minds to know that Rob struggled with the danger she’d been in. Even though a part of her wanted to insist she had as much right to be in that room as he, she knew it wasn’t that simple. This danger and constant threat of mayhem wasn’t her life, wasn’t what she was trained for or the world she understood. Add in Rob’s fierce desire to protect her, and she knew he’d struggle.
She wanted to help him overcome that, but she also needed him right now for selfish reasons. It was as if her hands were stained with blood, Vicky’s life essence. Literally and figuratively she felt dirty, contaminated. But sitting in the shower, hearing the muffled murmur of Rob’s voice over the steady flow of water hadn’t helped her feel cleansed. Now, in her lover’s arms, feeling his warmth and strength, she came alive in a manner she’d never known possible.
It was as if his every touch shined over her skin, as if he were recreating her, bringing her out of the darkness and into his perfect light. The sense was heady and acted more potently than a bottle of wine ever could.
“You’re my knight, my hero, and you’re perfect. I won’t hear otherwise,” she insisted, pressing against his body and kissing him with a ferocious hunger. “Damn these wet clothes,” she said.
Rob’s chuckle echoed in the tiled room. All of a sudden, Sally couldn’t bear the wet, weighted press of her clothes against her skin anymore. With far more haste than grace, she began to peel the soaked items from her body. Rob helped her pull the heavy, wet jeans down her legs, but she managed to shed the rest in record time considering the circumstances.
Minutes later she was naked, feeling reborn—or about to be. Bobby was hard as steel and deliciously warm. Her breaths came in short little pants. She was eager, curious and looking forward to the chance to explore him in every intimate, minute detail.
Rob opened the shower door. Sally giggled when the steady stream of water from the shower head sprayed out onto the tiles. As she watched, Rob pulled open the middle drawer of the vanity and grabbed a condom from the packet.
When he closed the door again, steam soon enveloped them. The warmth returned quickly this time, and she eagerly helped him sheath himself. He placed his large arms around her, and Sally had never felt more cherished or safer. Kissing him slowly, she explored his mouth, prying his lips open with her tongue and tasting him.
He parried with her, stroked his hands over her slick flesh, further inflaming the desire building to the inevitable crescendo within her. When she cupped his balls in one hand and fisted his thick cock with the other. He groaned, the sound music to her ears, dripping with passion and need. She’d only previously dreamed of hearing such a moan from him.
“Fuck,” he reached out, blindly groped for her. “Love, you need to slow down. I need…we have to…fuck.”
Hunger raced through her, blinding her to every instinct that urged her to take her time, relish and treasure every moment. Her legs shook from the intensity of her need. The knot of desire in her stomach twisted, her passion sky rocketed and it was like a fire blazed through her. She wanted him. Right now. Inside her, over her, everywhere.
It felt a little like being possessed by sheer desire and hunger.
“I don’t want slow or tender,” she insisted. “I need you, Bobby. Right now. Strong. Hot. Fierce. To remind me that we’re alive. Please.”
Rob pressed her back into the wet tiles of the shower wall. He parted her legs with his thigh and reached a hand low to stroke at her clit. She arched up, shuddering with the sensations buffeting her system. She could no longer think, only feel. When he found her pussy soaked, he groaned again. She was beyond slick.
Needing him urgently, wanting him with her every step here, Sally continued pumping him hard, pushing him closer to the edge. She didn’t need lube or assistance, it was clear they were both dangling on the precipice of something magnificent.
“Wait,” he panted, his voice sounding strained. “I want to make this good for you. I don’t want to rush you.”
“You aren’t, Bobby,” she insisted in a low, almost guttural tone. “I want you to fuck me now. Hard. I’m ready. Please, Bobby. Please, fuck me right now.”
She gasped, but his body told her all he couldn’t seem to articulate. His hips rocked forward, his cock thrusting into her fist. He fucked her hand as she held him tight. Both their paces increased, became jerky and ragged with need.
For a moment she felt embarrassed. She’d never used such language, or such strong words before. Sally worried he’d be shocked, but conversely the words seem to release some restraint he’d placed upon himself. Her words freed him. The clear need she had gave them both permission to take what they craved. More than that, though, it seemed to bless them, to prove that
fucking
was as acceptable as ‘making love’.
“Fuck, you’re perfect, Sal,” Rob panted. “I’d love to fuck you blind, use you till you come screaming and push us both over the edge and we fall down together into insanity.”
Even though she knew the words didn’t make a logical kind of sense, they were perfect. Sally knew exactly what Bobby was saying, and it drove her need higher.
“I want us to use each other up, Bobby,” she said darkly. “I’ll suck every inch of you and expect the same in return. We’re destined like that.”
He moaned and Sally couldn’t articulate what that sound drew from her. He seemed to understand her on a visceral level, as if they’d each taken a peek at the darker fantasies one didn’t talk about in polite company. They weren’t even something she could put words to, but more images that were branded upon her soul. And she knew Bobby had shadows in him, elemental desires that were never far from the darkness that so frequently clung to him.
She didn’t want to banish them, but they could weather it together, share them and be a joint force against them.
It was as if their mutual soul baring had unleashed something intrinsic and elemental inside him. Rob pushed her back into the wall, grabbed her hips and lifted her slightly off the ground. She helped guide his thick, hard cock to the entrance of her pussy. In a long, slow thrust he pressed inside her in one stroke. Sheathed completely, he supported her thighs with his palms, pushing her to wrap her legs around his waist.
“Hold on, Sal,” he warned her.
His voice was so thick, so rough, she could barely understand what he said, but the tone and his body told her everything. She tightened her legs around him, urging him on with actions and a guttural groan that seemed torn from her soul. She braced her hands on his shoulders and knew this would be something different, something magical and special.
Rob moved his hips back, lowered his body so his cock withdrew from her heat. In a hard shove, he filled her again swiftly. She cried out, the sound rending through the air. It was a piercing cry, one of possession, submission and both pleasure and pain. He was so thick, so big and even as slick and prepared as she was, she felt utterly possessed. Full to the brim.
She loved it.
Her channel squeezed down on him so tightly she thought she’d pass out from the pleasure. Clenching at him, she caressed him with her inner muscles. He panted harshly, and she knew they were both struggling to breathe, so intense was the moment.
He repeated the motion, fucking her with a hard, determined pace that set her heart racing. This time his shaft was smooth and coated with her juices. His passage was juddery this time and she almost bemoaned the loss of that harder edge. When Bobby shifted his angle, he pressed even deeper inside her and she cried out with bliss.
He fucked her hard and long. Not even in her darkest fantasies had she imagined such mind-blowing pleasure.
Sally moaned, a deep, husky sound that filled the room and reverberated off the tiles. It was like the sound was some sort of siren call. Rob shouted and his actions took on a sense of urgency and near-desperation.
It was as if he released his control, letting her get a glimpse of the hungry, base male beast that resided in his deepest, most private corner. He pounded into her, over and over. When he had a solid rhythm going, he carefully moved one hand around between their bodies to caress her clit. The extra stimulation sent her over the edge. It was like he’d detonated a bomb inside her body. Her stomach tightened, her toes flexed and heat exploded through her every sense.
Her body exploded and she screamed her release, blind, deaf and dumb to everything around her for that shining, perfect moment.
She shook while Rob continued to pound, thrusting his hard cock deeper as her body blossomed open. Her climax released the tense inner muscles and her pussy allowed him to plunge farther. Changing the angle of his hips, he rubbed her G-spot with each plunge and her second orgasm followed hard on the heels of her first.
This time her scream was raw—a shocked sound as he took her completely by surprise. The second climax was far more intense and she’d never experienced one so close to another. Sally gasped for breath, and she dug her fingernails into his shoulder and back. This intimacy seemed to act as a trigger for him. Rob roared his release, shouting hoarsely as he came. His hips snapped forward over and over. He emptied himself into her body. His gestures slowed as he ran out of steam. Panting now, she could feel the tremors of release and aftershocks shake through his body. Rob pressed her back into the wall.
Water cascaded down and around them, washing them both clean. Sally gazed at her lover, smiling at him. The moment wasn’t awkward or strange, even though they’d both bared more than their skin to one another. While a part of her wanted to murmur how good it was, a larger part just wanted to enjoy the perfection of this moment exactly as it was.
Enjoying the silence, she lifted her head and kissed him tenderly. He tightened his arms around her, as if he wanted to absorb her into his very body. She clung to him, meeting her lips eagerly with his.
Minutes later, he lifted his head and pulled his cock from her body. He grabbed the washcloth and handed it to her before he discarded the condom.
“If I wasn’t so exhausted I’d be looking forwards to seconds,” Sally teased.
He chuckled as he turned back. “It might take me a while to recover from that,” he admitted. “I’m running out of steam, mentally as well as physically.”
Sally ran the cloth over his skin and his eyes fluttered closed. She enjoyed washing him, doing a tiny service after all he’d done for her.
“I’ve got that bloody report, and I want to take you back to the office. It’s safe there.”
“They didn’t see us, did they?”
Rob shook his head. “No, I don’t believe so. We were careful leaving. They took an awful chance, shooting up the front of the house like that. They must have known Vicky tended to sit in that particular chair. The heist of the painting itself was well planned, perfectly executed. This reeks of desperation.”
“I totally forgot. Do you know who Erik Chambers is?”
“The name rings a bell, but I don’t immediately recognize the person. Should I know him? My brain is fried.”
Sally remained silent. He turned, ducked his head beneath the spray and rubbed his hands over his face. She worried for a moment that he was too tired, that it could put him in danger. Rob was a big boy, though, he knew his limits better than she and she didn’t want to nag him, or worse, smother him.
He took the cloth from her, rubbed some soap into it and began to carefully, slowly stroke over her skin and clean her. She smiled, enjoying the ministration but not able to conceal her concern for him.
“I know you can’t take it, but you need some rest, Bobby.”
He opened his mouth, about to insist otherwise and she lifted her hand, placating.
“I know, I’ve said my piece,” she added. “I’ll leave it now. As for Erik Chambers, I’ve heard he’s a very kind man. He’s a patron of many sculptors and has a keen eye for artwork. He’s a collector in the old sense, funding opening showings and offering a helping hand to newer, usually less popular, styles of artists. He’s been a hermit for years, though, reclusive to an extreme.”
“Rich?” Rob guessed.
Sally nodded and wiped water from her eyes. He rinsed the cloth out once more then hung it up over the back of the showerhead.
“Filthy,” she said. “I can’t picture him being a part of this. He’s helped hundreds of people over the years and donated possibly millions of pounds worth of artwork to the various museums and galleries. He’s an entrepreneur, not a criminal.”
“Being one doesn’t preclude the other,” Rob reminded her. He turned off the water faucets. Steam billowed in the cool air. He opened the door and climbed out of the stall. He grabbed a towel then handed it to Sally. After gathering the second for himself, he wrapped it around his waist. He turned to study her.
When he stroked the back of his fingers down her cheek, she shivered. The weight of his glance sent tendrils of lust and need unfurling in her stomach. This time, however, Rob seemed to be studying her quite critically. She realized she must not just look a mess, but probably also as overtired as he, and maybe still a little shocked to boot. It had been an eventful day.
“I’ll be okay,” she reassured him in a soft tone. “It was an awful lot to take in at once, and I’ll be honest, I was terrified to think a normal house had been so brazenly attacked. I kept thinking what would have happened if children had been walking home at the time, or there’d been kids in the street. It’s just so far out of the scope of my usual reality I couldn’t assimilate it. And the way you threw yourself on us, protected us with your body… Bobby, it made my heart stop with fear for you. You’re so brave, unthinkingly so. It stole my breath and I needed some time to wrap my head around it.”
“It wasn’t brave, it was instinct,” he insisted as he dried himself.
Sally pulled the towel around her body, under her arms, and tried to soak up the warmth from the fluffy cotton.