My body is on fire.
Stopping just long enough to turn off the jets, Jaxon gives me a slow smile before demanding, “Turn around, Iz. Hands on the wall.”
I do as I’m told, the grout lines in the wall against my palms almost too much for my overstimulated nerve endings to handle.
“God, you are—this is…” He trails off, before pressing against me, his cock sliding along the groove between my ass cheeks and nestling there. I rock my hips against him, and he lets out a low moan.
I smile at how good it feels to tease him.
He immediately reminds of who’s in control as he reaches between my legs and finds the wet and swollen bud of my clit.
“Yes,” I breathe as he works me, the heat of the shower bringing out sensations I’ve never even felt with a vibrator before.
I rock against him as he adds a second finger, the pressure just right, the tempo a steady pace that makes me weak.
“Neck,” he demands, and I tilt my head back so his lips can find the spot just below my ear.
He presses hard, almost desperately, against the skin there.
Breaking the connection, he slides to the side of me, his other hand slipping between my legs, too. He dips one digit in, then two, and after a second of exploration, finds that spot on my inner wall that has a pounding need building inside me.
Steam swirls around us, working in tandem with Jaxon to amplify my desire.
His fingers keep moving, and I’m almost there.
I’m so close.
“I’m…I’m…”
Instead of speeding up like the other men, Jaxon keeps his pace, those two fingers working my clit like it’s their sole purpose in life.
“You’re doing so good. So good, baby. You’re such a good girl.”
He bites my earlobe, gently, and…and…and…
“Fuck,” I say as I stop moving, lowering my forehead to lean against the wall in front of me.
Jaxon stops too, his fingers still inside me.
“Fuck,” I say again as tears pool in my eyes. I disentangle myself from him, never meeting his eyes, though I can feel him watching me.
Dropping into the corner of the shower, I pull my knees in close, wrapping my arms around them as the tears finally fall.
I sit there staring at my knees, sobbing, naked in the shower. It’s a low for fucking sure.
Jaxon turns off the water. Then I feel the warmth and smooth slide of his skin as he sits next to me. He puts his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into him.
Rubbing light circles on my shoulder, he asks, “The cliff?”
I nod.
“It seemed…better this time?”
I nod again.
“We’ll get there, Iz,” he says softly. “We’re a team.”
That breaks something open in me, and I cry harder—choking, ugly sobs that taste like ten years of swallowed frustration and disappointment.
