“Good,” I whimper, wrapping my hand around his cock. A deep rumble comes out of Christian, a low growl as his fingers curl around the waistband of my lacy panties and rips them from my hips. “Shower.”
Christian’s hands come under my ass and lift me off the counter, and into the shower. I turn on the water just before I am pressed into the cool tile wall and his lips are moving with mine again.
“That’s the last one you’re ripping,” I whisper and reach between us, stroking his length.
“I’ll replace them,” he says again.
“I’m not kidding,” I warn, dragging the tip of his cock up and down between my folds. “They’re expensive.”
“I don’t give a fuck.” He growls quietly. “I need to be inside you.”
“I know,” I breathe. I continue tantalizing and testing his restraint.
Giving us what we both need, I finally line him up with my entrance and he breaks, pushing right inside of me—hard. I gasp, feeling him buried to the hilt.
“God, I’ve been thinking about this all day,” I moan, the euphoric pleasure radiating from my core to every other part of my body.
“Me too,” he breathes against my lips. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
When I feel myself slipping, Christian lifts me back up, holding on tighter and pressing his hips harder into mine to keep me against him. He buries himself deeper with a moan. “Fuck, baby.”
“I love you,” I whimper, his hips thrusting hard and fast.
“I love you, baby,” he rasps huskily.
“I’m… I’m gonna come.” I take in desperate gulps of air as fiery, unbridled pleasure swallows me whole. “Christian.”
“I’m with you, Lana,” he grits, his hips jerking haphazardly while my pussy continues pulsing around him, my nails digging into his arm and shoulder.
With a deep roar, Christian’s body tenses as his release finds him, and I’m somehow still coming, feeling him throb inside of me. His head lowers into the crook of my neck and my head thuds back against the tile, both of us panting and our bodies exhausted.
His lips brush across my clavicle. “I hate when I can’t touch you.”
“I know,” I breathe. “And I hate when I can’t have you near me.”
Christian’s heart hammers so violently I feel it against my chest, beating in time with my own. “I love you.”
“I love you.”
Carefully and slowly, Christian holds me tight as he lowers me onto my feet. “Turn around,” he says with his hands on my hips.
His warm, large frame presses against my back as I tilt my head, letting the spray of hot water soak my skin. He reaches around for the bottle of shampoo and flicks the cap open as I scrub at my face. Christian squirts my shampoo in his hands and his fingers begin massaging my scalp.
I hum at the soothing pressure he applies to my head. “Sowe’re going to New York,” I breathe, still lost in a rapturous haze.
“Yeah, baby, we’re going to New York.”
“Private jet?”
Christian laughs. “First class.”
“I’ve only been on a plane once in my life, Christian,” I say.
“Just get used to it, Lana,” he says, “because I plan to take you all around the world.”
I smile, biting my lip, and I imagine the adventures we’ll have.
“Name a place for our honeymoon,” Christian rasps.
