Around: Wrapped Around You by Evelyn Adams Page B

her naked body. She slid her hands up her body to cup her breasts, holding them out like an offering. She watched his expression shift from anger to hunger, and when she rubbed her thumbs over the tight beads of her nipples, he drew in a deep breath, nostrils flaring, and she knew he was back in the present with her.
    Covering her hands with his, he took over stroking her aching nipples, and she arched, pressing her breasts into his strong rough hands, so unlike hers and so perfect in their contrast. Eric traced circles with his thumbs until her breath was coming in shallow gasps, and she was desperate for more. When she thought she couldn’t take another moment of his teasing touch, he bent, claiming her nipple with his lips, suckling her and molding her flesh with his mouth.
    She clung to his shoulders, lost in the feeling of his mouth on her. Back bowed and legs shaking, she gave herself over to him, trusting him not to let her fall. He moved from one breast to the other, drawing her deep into his mouth, sucking hard as her sex swelled and her clit ached. Every rhythmic pull of his mouth forged a line between her nipples and her clit so that by the time he raised his head from feasting on her, she was so wet and desperate for him to fill her.
    Julie reached for the Velcro closures on his vest, fingers trembling in her hurry to get to his naked skin. Eric caught her hands and turned her, steering her toward the shower.  He pressed some buttons on the consoles starting the water, and in moments the room began to fill with steam. Opening the shower door, he tested the temperature, before gently urging her inside.
    She looked at him, puzzled. She didn’t want to shower alone. She didn’t want to be away from him for a minute.
    “I’m coming, cher. I won’t let you out of my sight, but you’re cold. Get under the warm water, and I’ll be right there,” he said, stripping off his clothes as he spoke.
    She stood under the hot spray, letting the water wash away everything she didn’t want to deal with yet, and watched as Eric bared his strong body. With the vest gone, his damp T-shirt clung to the muscles of his chest and abdomen, emphasizing every dip and valley. He pulled the shirt over his head, revealing inch after inch of strong warm skin, and her mouth watered. She itched to get her hands on him, to trace the lines of his muscles with the tip of her tongue.
    He kicked off his boots and pulled off his jeans and boxer briefs, freeing his cock, thick, hard and jutting from his body in a way that made her sex clench. As she watched, he opened the shower door and stepped inside, closing the distance between them. His body blocked the spray from one side, and she moved into the circle of his arms, taking warmth from his body instead of from the water.
    His hands slicked over her back in slow smooth strokes, and his cock wedged between them, pressing into the soft mound of her belly. Julie wrapped her arms around him, pressing her cheek to his wet chest and let the hot water and hotter man dissolve everything but the feeling of his strong body tight against hers.
     
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    Eric held Julie, naked and wet, in his arms and said a silent prayer of thanks that she was home safe with him again.  He’d had a moment earlier when he couldn’t help but remember the way she looked in the kidnapper’s photo, her bare skin and the tracks of tears running down her cheeks. He’d managed to shake it off. Julie helped him. He loved watching her touch herself, holding her breasts out for him, and he’d worked hard to stay with her in the present. He couldn’t take care of her if he was too busy fighting his own demons.
    Now that he had her back, his whole focus shifted to making sure she felt safe, making sure she felt loved, making her come.
    He let go of her just long enough to squirt some shower gel into his palm and then he started to wash her, covering her body in bergamot scented suds. Turning her to face away from him,