Free BorntobeWild by Lynne Connolly

he made the most of it. Her turn to
call his name, groan her encouragement, as with deep, slow thrusts and increasingly
harder rubbing and tugging he brought her to orgasm.
    Her pussy clenched around him, the gentle movements
transformed into hard, rapid convulsions and finally he let go. With a roar he
tilted his head back, the hot water cascading around him, forcing him to close
his eyes, the better to enjoy his complete release of all inhibitions.
    They stood, or rather, he stood, his heart pounding stronger
than the water stream, his breath ragged, while the sensations washed over him.
Holding Cyn, supporting her, just improved the feeling.
    She wriggled, her back squeaking against the tiles behind
her. Laughing in sheer delight, he leaned forward to separate them and lower
her gently to the floor of the shower. Leaning over him, her breasts grazing
his chest, she switched off the water. “We’ll turn into prunes if we stay here
much longer.”
    “I don’t care.” But he did care about her. He swept the
plastic curtain aside and found a couple of towels, handily placed outside the
stall. He dried her, sweeping the towel across her body, plumping her breasts
so he could dry the fold beneath. He loved that she had such pretty breasts,
responding to his touch in a way that worked with it instead of against it. He
made the mistake of telling her so.
    “I did think of getting a boob job,” she said. “Would you
want me if I did that?”
    “Nothing would stop me wanting you.” He bent and kissed a
nipple. They weren’t as hard as before but still tipped with delicious, rose-pink
beads of flesh. He rolled one against his tongue then did the other to match.
Nice and hard.
    He’d already removed the condom. After he ensured every part
of her was dry he dragged the cloth over his own body, scrubbing himself clean
with none of the care he’d used with her. Only haste. “So can we go to bed now?”
    He’d never seen a bedroom as small as this one before. The
divan, a double, barely fitted and the closet, accessed by a narrow strip of
floor barely six inches wide, had a sliding door. One of those concertina ones,
a grubby white. However, the sheets were fine high-count cotton that slid
silkily against his skin as he settled next to her. He drew her close and
kissed her, contentment washing through him. “I don’t want to cast aspersions
on your closet,” he murmured, “but I’d really like to spread out a bit sometime.
Come to my apartment next?”
    “So there’ll be a next?” She mumbled the words, her face
against his chest. He stroked his hand over her still-wet hair. He’d rubbed it
towel-dry and it fluffed in a cute way, totally unlike her usual sleek style.
She had wavy hair and took satisfaction from knowing only he saw her this way.
Right now.
    “Sure there’ll be a next. And one after if I have anything
to do with it.” He touched her chin, tilting it so she gazed at him, could see
his sincerity. “I want you all to myself.” He let his mouth relax into a
crooked one-sided grin. “I’m not usually so possessive and if you say no, I
want you anyway. But I’ll promise you exclusivity in return.”
    “You never did that before.”
    No, he never had. Not with anyone except her. He hadn’t felt
he could do that before, while other women appealed to him so strongly. This
time he only wanted her. “It’s different. We’re friends. We were exclusive
before, remember?”
    “Nearly.” She tucked her chin down but he wouldn’t let her,
brought it back up again. “You enjoyed it, didn’t you?”
    “Kind of.” A threesome with his roommate. He could hardly
recall what the guy looked like. He’d had plenty of ménages since but usually
with more females to males, since his tastes ran in that direction. But that
was his first. A limited success because while he usually relished watching a
woman enjoying herself, even one he was involved with, for some reason he’d
hated it with Cyn. His heart