“Jesus, Cole,” I moaned, reaching down to stroke myself as his tongue worked magic. “That feels fuckingincredible.”
He hummed against me, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure up my spine. His strong hands kept me spread open, thumbs digging into the muscle of my ass as he devoured me. I couldn’t help rocking back against his face, silently begging for more.
When he finally pulled away, I was panting, my cock achingly hard. Cole stood, pressing his chest against my back, his own erection nestled between my cheeks.
“Fuck I want you so bad,” he whispered, his voice rough with need. “Can I have you, Jesse?”
“God, yes,” I breathed, turning my head for a kiss. “Please.”
He reached past me for the lube we’d stashed in the shower caddy our first day here. The snap of the cap opening sent a thrill of anticipation through me. A moment later, his slick finger pressed inside me, quickly followed by a second.
“So ready for me already,” he groaned, working me open with practiced ease. He knew exactly how to touch me now, how to find that spot that made me see stars. When his fingers brushed against my prostate, I cried out, my cock jerking against my stomach.
“I’m always ready for you,” I insisted, pushing back against his hand. “Please, Cole. Please fuck me.”
He didn’t make me wait. His fingers withdrew and were replaced by the blunt head of his cock, pressing insistently against my entrance. I relaxed into it, welcoming the familiar stretch as he pushed inside with agonizing slowness.
“Fuck,” Cole hissed as he bottomed out, his hips flush against my ass. “I’m never gonna get tired of how fucking good you feel.”
The fullness was exquisite, that perfect blend of pleasure and stretch that only Cole could give me. He stayed still for a moment, letting me adjust, his hands stroking my sides with surprising gentleness given how desperately I could feel him trembling with the effort of holding back.
“C’mon,” I commanded, rolling my hips back against him. “Fuck me like you mean it, cowboy.”
That broke his control. Cole’s fingers dug into my hips as he pulled back and slammed forward, setting a punishing rhythm that had me scrambling for purchase against the slippery tile. Each thrust hit that perfect spot inside me, sending jolts of pleasure through my entire body.
The shower rained down around us, steam rising as Cole fucked me with reckless abandon, all his careful restraint forgotten in the heat of the moment. The sound of wet skin slapping against skin echoed off the bathroom walls, mingling with our groans and gasps that we did nothing to quell. I was too lost in sensation to care if anyone heard. My entire world narrowed to the feeling of Cole behind me, inside me, claiming me with every powerful thrust.
“Fuck, Jesse,” Cole growled, his voice strained and husky. “I’m gonna fill you up.”
“Yes,” I gasped, my forehead pressed against the cool tile as water cascaded down my back. “Breed me, Cole. Please.”
His rhythm faltered at my words, a guttural groan escaping him as his thrusts became more erratic. One of his hands slid around to grasp my cock, stroking me in time with his movements. The dual sensation was overwhelming. His thick cock hit my prostate perfectly while his calloused hand worked my shaft.
“I’m close,” I warned, feeling the familiar tightening at the base of my spine. “So fucking close.”
“Wait for me,” Cole commanded, his voice rough against my ear. “Together.”
He slammed into me harder, deeper, the force of it pushing me against the wall. I was helpless, caught between the cool tile and Cole’s burning hot body, completely at his mercy and loving every second of it.
When his teeth sank into the juncture of my neck and shoulder, I lost it. My orgasm ripped through me without warning, my cock pulsing in his grip as I painted the shower wall with thick ropes of cum. Cole followed immediately, burying himself to the hilt as he emptied inside me, his release hot and abundant.
“Fuck,” he breathed against my skin, his body draped over mine as we both struggled to catch our breath.
“Goddamn,” I muttered in agreement, too blissed out to form complete sentences.
We stayed like that for a moment, his cock still throbbing inside me and the shower washing away the evidence of our passion. Eventually, Cole pulled out with a soft groan, and I felt his cum dripping down my thighs. I was never going to get tired of that feeling.
“Turn around,” he said softly, helping me when my legs proved too wobbly to manage on my own.
His face was flushed, hair plastered to his forehead, blue eyes bright with satisfaction and something deeper. Something that still made my heart skip even after all these months together. He kissed me tenderly, a stark contrast to the raw intensity of moments before.
“I love you,” he murmured against my lips.
“I love you too,” I replied, meaning it more than I’d ever meant anything in my life.
We finished our shower properly then, washing each other with gentle hands and stealing kisses under the spray. By thetime we stepped out, wrapped in the hotel’s plush towels, the sun was beginning to set, casting golden light through the windows of our suite.
“I love the sunsets here,” I said, stepping out onto the private balcony in just my towel. “They’re so beautiful.”
