"Caleb . . . I'm gonna . . ."
I increase the pressure, while she falls apart with a choked scream. She whimpers, trying to close her legs, but I press harder, licking her through it until she's crying out all over again. The sound of her pleasure echoes off the walls, mixing with the harsh rasp of my breathing.
When I finally rise, I'm hard and aching, my cock straining painfully against my zipper. I rip the condom from my wallet and get it on fast with shaking fingers. The living room lamp casts her in warm gold light, highlighting the flush that's spread from her cheeks down her throat to her chest.
Her hands grab at my shirt, yanking me in. "Hurry up. I've been waiting for this for so long."
I line myself up and sink into her in one smooth thrust, burying myself to the hilt.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
She's so tight, hot and wet and gripping me like she's never letting go, and my vision goes white at the edges. The sensation is overwhelming. It's better than anything I've ever felt, better than anything I imagined during those nights alone, thinking about her.
"You're gonna ruin me," I choke out, pressing my forehead against hers.
I start to move in long, punishing thrusts that slam her into the wall, her breath catching each time I bottom out. She digs her nails into my shoulders, moaning so loud it echoes, and the only thing in my head is one word: mine.
"You want more?" I growl. "You want it rough, babe? Want me to fuck you like I've been dreaming about for months?"
"Yes," she sobs. "Harder. Please, Caleb."
My hand slips between us, fingers finding her clit, rubbing tight little circles as I thrust harder. She arches against me, head thrown back, and I watch every second of her unraveling.The sight of her—lips parted, eyes half-closed, completely lost in pleasure—is almost enough to send me over the edge.
"That's it. Take it. Just like that."
She comes again, full-body shaking, and she gushes around me, her walls fluttering as I drive into her, my own orgasm crashing over me in the next breath. I empty into the condom with a groan that rips from somewhere deep.
We stay like that for a minute. Pressed together, breathing in sync. Her head resting against mine. I can feel her heartbeat thundering against my chest, matching the frantic rhythm of my own.
"Shower," she whispers.
And I swear, I almost get hard again just from that word.
We stumble into the bathroom, shedding what's left of our clothes. She steps under the spray first, tilts her head back, and I swear I've never witnessed anything so stunning. Water clings to her skin, sliding down her curves like an invitation.
Steam starts to fog the mirror, creating our own private world. When she turns to face me, water droplets catch the light like tiny stars across her skin. The small bathroom fills with the scent of my soap and her perfume.
Her skin's flushed from the heat, pupils blown, that grin tugging at her lips like she knows she's wrecking me. And she is. Has been since the first moment I saw her.
I step in behind her, my hands finding the curve of her hips, drawing her back until her ass brushes against my cock. She pushes into me with a teasing little arch that nearly sends me to my knees. The water cascades over us both, hot and relentless, just like the need building inside me all over again.
"Do you have any idea," I murmur, mouth brushing her neck, "how many times I've gotten myself off to the thought of you in the shower?"
"Oh?" She turns slightly, water dripping from her lashes as she looks at me with renewed interest.
The confession spills out. "That week at Matt's wedding. I walked in on you showering." I swallow hard. "Then later that night, while you were sleeping, I got myself off thinking about you in that same shower."
Ivy's breath catches, her pupils dilating as she processes this. "That night . . . I thought I heard something." She bites her lip. "These sounds. And maybe my name? I convinced myself I dreamed it. That there was no way you were—"
"Wasn't a dream. Had to bite my lip to keep quiet when I came." I kiss her shoulder, dragging my mouth along slick skin. "But turns out the real thing's a hell of a lot better."
"You don't have to be quiet now," she whispers, rolling her hips against me.
I grip her waist with both hands, grind into her, and a moan rips from her throat. My cock slides along the curve of her ass, hot and aching to be inside her again. I reach between us, guiding myself to her entrance, sliding through the wet heat of her folds and I have to bite my bottom lip to keep from losing it already.
"I don't have another condom," I manage, breath ragged. "Let me pull out."
Her head turns just slightly, enough for our eyes to meet in the mirror. "Don't."
