“Christian. Please,” she cried.
He pulled back to look up at her, replacing his tongue with his fingers. “Please, what?”
She placed a firm grip on his shoulders to keep herself upright as he slipped a finger inside her. She was so wet, the sounds of her arousal echoed through the bathroom as he plunged his finger in and out, adding a second one before she could articulate her response.
“Oh, God, please!” she cried out again.
“Please, what?” he growled.
“Fuck me!”
His gaze darkened as he let her go and got to his feet. Before she could form a coherent thought, he had stripped off his clothes and was pushing her into the walk-in-shower, pausing just long enough to check the temperature. The warm water washed over her already heated body as he guided her palms to press against the shower tiles before gripping herhipships, so she was bent over with her ass up. One of his favorite positions.
He stroked her, teasing her clit before sliding back and plunging two fingers into her. She cried out and thrust back into his touch. He smacked her ass before removing his fingers.
“Don’t move,” he growled. “You’re so fucking wet for me. You want to feel me? You want me to fuck you?”
“Please,” she begged, doing her best not to move in search of more contact.
Once again, he gripped her hips tightly, lining himself up at her entrance. She needed to feel him. She wanted to move. Instead of burying himself inside her like she needed, he circled her entrance with his cock, teasing her. She cried out as tears of frustration pricked her eyes.
“Please,” she begged once more. “I need you inside me.”
He gripped her hips even tighter before finally thrusting inside her, both of them groaning in pleasure as he filled her. That single movement had her on the edge. He stilled for a moment,gripping her hips so tight she was sure she’d have bruises. She tried to thrust back into him, but he squeezed even tighter, keeping her from moving.
“Don’t. I need a second,” he breathed. “Just give me a minute.”
“I’m so close. Please. Please let me come.” She tried again to move.
He slid his hands up and around her, caressing her breasts as he pulled out and thrust back inside her achingly slowly. She tilted her breasts into his hands, and he circled and then tugged on her nipples as he continued his slow torture. She was wound so tight, one hard thrust would send her over the edge.
As if hearing her thoughts, he returned one hand to her hip, moving the other one to her center and pressed on her clit as he slammed into her. “That’s it,” he said as he repeated the motion. “Is this what you needed?”
“Fuck! Yes!” she shouted as she felt the thread snap and her whole body grew tense.
“Come for me,” he growled as he thrust into her harder.
Her breathing hitched and currents of pleasure jolted through her body as her orgasm washed over her. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her as he continued to fuck her through it.
“That’s my good fucking girl,” he gritted out as he continued to pound into her.
As she clenched around him, she felt him pulse inside her while he continued his thrusts, following her to his own release.
“My god,” he whispered in awe as he held her up with one hand, switching places so he was leaning against the tiles.
“That was …” she trailed off as she tried to find the words to describe what that was.
“Yeah,” he agreed.
He chuckled against her. “Let’s get you cleaned up before we run out of hot water.”
He picked up the body wash, squirted some into his hand, and began washing her. She moaned in pleasure at his gentle caress. When he’d washed every part of her body, he turned her and tipped her head under the water, but something caught her attention before he began washing her hair.
“Is that my phone ringing?” she asked.
“Ignore it,” he mumbled as he began massaging the shampoo into her hair.
She groaned in pleasure as he massaged her scalp. “But it could be important,” she countered weakly.
