Page 55 of Dark Gambit: The Play

After checking that the water was the right temperature, he offered Sofia a hand up and pulled her against his body. "Have you ever made love in the shower?"

"I haven't. Have you?"

"No." He grinned. "It's going to be the first time for both of us, which means that it's going to be clumsy and awkward but fun nonetheless."

She wrapped her arms around his neck. "I like having firsts with you." She pressed her aching nipples to his chest and lifted her thigh between his legs, rubbing it against his erection.

"Wicked woman." He cupped her ass and dipped his long fingers into the seam, testing her wetness.

She loved that his hand was so big that it covered her entire backside. She was a tall woman, and his size made her feel feminine and dainty.

Gyrating her hips to get more of those dexterous fingers, she lifted her leg and wound it around his torso.

He brushed his lips against hers with soft velvety touches, teasing her before licking into her mouth and taking possession of it. As he dipped two fingers into her wetness, pumping into her in sync with his tongue, she closed her eyes and moaned.

"Marcel," she breathed when he let go of her mouth. "Take me to bed."

"Not yet." He turned her around and pressed her against the tiled wall. "Put your hands on the wall above your head and spread your legs."

As she followed his command, a new gush of wetness prepared her for what was coming next.

"Are your eyes closed?" He pressed his hard body into her from behind.

"Yes."

"Keep them closed. If you open them, I'll punish you."

A smile tugged on the corners of her lips. "How?"

"Like this." He pulled back and lightly smacked her bottom.

It was oddly arousing.

"Is that supposed to be a threat?" She was tempted to open her eyes and taunt him to do it once more.

He smacked her bottom again, harder this time.

She laughed. "That's not a threat either."

"We shall see about that."

He didn't do it again. Instead, she felt the head of his erection nudging her entrance, and as she pushed back, he entered her with one swift thrust.

There was a moment of discomfort as her sheath stretched to adjust to his size, but it was over almost as soon as it began, and then she couldn't wait for him to start moving.

"Marcel," she whispered his name.

He didn't move.

Brushing her hair aside, he kissed her neck, and when she pushed against him again, he rocked in and out of her in shallow thrusts.

"Please," she groaned. "I need more."

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MARCEL

Marcel was more than happy to oblige Sofia's plea, but making love in the shower had its limitations. He needed to be face-to-face with her, to see the lust and desire in her eyes, to kiss her deeply and pour his soul into hers.