When he finally allows movement again, it’s cruelly slow. Shallow, grinding thrusts that make my clit ache against his pubic bone.
“Breathe,” he orders against my temple, though his own breathing is ragged.
I can feel the slick heat between us, hear the filthy wet sound where our bodies join, smell the primal musk of our arousal over the water.
My nails score crimson lines down his back as he brings me to the precipice a third time, and my entire body is coiled like a spring. Release is on the horizon....
And then he stops.
Again.
I swear stars burst behind my eyelids.
“Gregory!” It’s a half-scream, and a half-sob.
His palm splays across my lower belly, pressing down as if he can physically contain the orgasm threatening to tear through me.
Sweat and steam mingle on the exposed skin above the water as I quake in his grip, tears of frustration mixing with bath water. Every nerve ending screams...
When he murmurs “Good girl” against my damp hair, the vibration goes straight to my clenching core.
It’s exquisite torture, and I’m actually shaking.
“Please,” I beg, long past the point of pride. “Please, I need--”
“Iknowwhat you need.”
Finally he lets me move. He guides my hips faster, harder, his own hips thrusting up to meet me. The water is chaos now, with big waves splashing all over the tile floor, but neither of us gives a fuck.
When his thumb finds my clit, circling with perfect pressure, I come apart.
Yes--
Yes--
Yes--
My orgasm crashes through me in waves that seem to go on forever, my inner muscles clenching around him rhythmically while I bury my face in his neck and try not to scream.
Release.
Sweet release.
Before the last tremor finishes racking my body, he’s already pistoning into me.
“Again,” he orders, hands vise-locking my hips. The overstimulation is almost painful. Electric shocks radiate outward from my clit with every deep thrust. “I know you can.”
Can I though? So soon?
Is this physically possible?
Am I going to die?
I scream when his thumb finds my swollen nub again, the sensation bordering on agony. “I can’t--”
“You can.” His teeth graze my earlobe. “Youwill. Look at me.”
Our eyes lock as the second orgasm detonates. Not waves this time but a literal supernova.
