“Give me this,” he whispered as his finger dipped inside me. “Tell me you’re mine.”
That digit swirled over my aching clit, prompting me to lift my foot onto the bench to give him greater access. His grip secured in my hair as I leaned back and reached up behind his neck, my other hand going to his between my thighs. I guided his hand over my clit a moment, making him press and swirl harder over those sensitive nerves before moving to his cock. He was so close to my pussy that I ground my hips toward it, desperate to feel him inside me again. He cursed into my neck, his teeth dragging over my neck, and I answered him.
“Yours,” I managed, tilting my chin toward my shoulder. “Take me, Eros. Show me my god.”
Every muscle in his body seemed to tense around me. I still wasn’t entirely sure I believed him, but I wasn’t ruling it out either—not with the way he pleasured me.
He kissed my jaw, his grip tightening on my hip. The hand in my hair drew taut and pulled me back to the point that he had my throat fully exposed, making me gasp, and he whispered in a voice that sounded desperately like a growl, “Put me inside you.”
My body jolted as he released my hair, his voice sending a shudder down into my bones. I obeyed without question, and he pressed his flat hand on my back, making me bend lower. His fingers bruised my hips as I moved to slip him inside me. God, he felt good. My pussy seemed to mold around him as though it were only made for him, as though no other man’s cock would ever fit as his did.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he muttered as he sank tortuously deep. “Hold that wall, baby. And Chloe?”
“What?” I managed as my hands flattened on the tile.
“Make sure the people downstairs hear you.”
I wondered if the people in the building across the street could hear me.
Every thrust had me fighting my weakening muscles. His dick buried deep, hitting that spot and filling me completely. I pushed back on the wall, trying to hold myself steady there, but with the water pounding on my back and numbing my skin, I began to lose myself.
“You scream so well for me, baby,” he hissed, and I felt his hand traveling up my spine. Reaching into my hair, he yanked me by the roots, making my body straight and relaxed against his chest as he slowed down.
The heated water spattered over us, misting our bodies as our movements synched. Every time he pushed inside, I fell more into a trance. His breath on my neck. His fingers entwined with mine on my stomach. His lips hit the side of my throat, where he sucked and marked me beneath my hair. I wanted him to leave marks on every inch of my skin, and I was pretty sure that was what he wanted too.
Water splashed in my face as he pulled from within me and flipped me around. I had to grasp his neck and shoulder to keep from falling apart. My back slammed into the tile. He aggressively hitched my legs up and around his waist again and sank his dick deep. He moved his hands to my hips and lifted one thigh higher than the other, encouraging me to shift with him.
“Shit—Gavin—right there.” I could hardly talk. My voice was all whimpers and groans. I could feel my edge growing with every deliberate stroke, but I denied that release. My nails dug into his skin, my open mouth catching water as I sank my head back against the wall. His lips were pulling blood to the surface on the pillow of my breast, to the point that a high-pitched gasp left me at the pinch of his mouth. I was swelling around his dick, and he cursed on my skin.
“Not yet,” he whispered in a pleading tone.
“Gavin.” My muscles staggered as he kissed me, sucking on my tongue and my bottom lip, making me moan into his mouth.
“Not fucking yet, baby,” he said. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
His lips were back on mine. He wasn’t wrong. I didn’t want to come yet either. At that point, I never even wanted to feel the cold air on my skin again. Not if it meant I would be absent from this.
I held myself at the precipice longer. His thrusts slowed, and he held one of my thighs higher to push even deeper. His sack hit my ass with a purposeful grind of his hips—shit… I was a goner. It was as if he knew exactly the spot he was hitting and how it was making me feel. My toes pointed, legs beginning to shake—
“Gods, you’re amazing,” he groaned. “Just a little longer, baby.”
“I can’t—“
His kiss swallowed my words. Tears pricked my eyes from holding myself back. He thrust inside me the deepest he could, and I gasped into his mouth. His pace started picking up, steadily rising and rising. I jerked in his grasp, whimpering, pleading, and ready to succumb at any moment.
“Please,” I begged. “Gavin—“
He kissed me again as the tears spilled over my cheeks, and then he whispered, “Let go.”
A noise left me that I’d never heard before. My entire body tensed. My nails broke his skin, and I surrendered.
I surrendered and crumbled and came around him. My orgasm spilled over with a vigorous shake. His strokes quickened, and I opened my eyes just in time to watch his face as he came inside me. The look on his face when he came was a sight I wanted to watch over and over. The way his brows scrunched and the deep curse of his moan. As we stilled, our heated bodies rising and falling in unison with one another, I reached out to push his hair back off his forehead, feeling him continue to twitch inside me.
Gavin’s forehead met mine as he slid out of me and my feet hit the ground. He pressed his hands into the wall by my head, pinning me there as he continued to calm.
“Who are you,” he said in a breath that I almost didn’t hear, and I wasn’t entirely sure what he meant, nor if I was supposed to know.
So, I simply kissed him and held his face, and he kissed me back with a need unlike the lust he’d kissed me with before.
