A familiar, slightly uncomfortable feeling builds. I try to shy away from it, try to wriggle from the sensation against my clit.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what's wrong? Is it too much?" Eamon's playful tone is betrayed by his grunts of effort.
I nod, my cheek rubbing against the shower wall as I do. "Too much. Gonna—" Another scream escapes as he hits that spot harder.
"Gonna what, gorgeous?" he drives inside me again, and I wail. "Oh,fuck, yeah. You're gonna squirt for me, huh? You love getting your ass fucked so much you're gonna make a goddamn mess all over us."
I nod again, a sob breaking free.
He pistons into me harder, his skin slapping roughly against mine, harder and faster while he moves the showerhead back and forth across my clit. "Fuck!" I scream, "I can't. I can't." Squirting really isn't something I'm used to. The people I've been with haven't been in my life long enough to reach the comfort to do so. Giving Eamon another first feels like a surrender I'm not ready for.
But there's literally nothing I can do to stop it.
He growls harshly, his grip on my throat tightening, "Yes you can. You're gonna fucking squirt all over me, and then I'm gonna pump this tight little ass full of cum. Just—fuck— breathe, Isla."
I force an exhale, then an inhale, breathing through the intensity.
"That's it, fuck— you're such a good girl. Christ, I need you to come. Give it up for me baby, be my messy fucking girl."
And now I really can't stop it, the orgasm blowing through me, a surge of liquid pouring from me while the walls of my pussy flex and relax, over and over. The release is so powerful I can't help but sob, crying and screaming with every pulse.
"Oh, fuck. Shit,oh god Isla I'm gonna pump you so fucking full." Eamons words fade into a growl, his whole body tensing before he shouts out his release, pumping rope after rope of cum inside me, working both of us through the orgasms.
Endlessly, he keeps us moving, making the high last until every dreg of pleasure has been wrung from my body, every ounce of energy I had leftover from the fight drained from me.
My eyes flutter closed, the room spinning and my ears ringing until everything goes dark, my mind emptying and floating into unconsciousness.
"Isla," I register someone saying. My eyes slowly open, meeting Eamon's concerned gaze. "There you are. You okay?"
"What the hell happened?" I ask, looking around to find myself cradled in his strong arms, bridal style.
"Well, Ididtell you I was gonna make you pass out," he smirks. "Did you think I was kidding?"
He slowly lowers my legs, but they feel like fucking jelly. There's no way they can support my weight, so he lifts me back up, easing us both under the warm water of the shower.
"I thought it was just your ego talking," I glance at the showerhead, back in its home. "But you and the showerheadmake a good team. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to look at it without blushing again."
Eamon beams at me, his face red from exertion and the heatinhere, "I think that showerhead might be my new best friend. Well, more like your clits new best friend."
I slap his shoulder with a laugh.
"Let's get you cleaned up.Again.Then we'll go eat."
It feels silly to let him hold me like this. Makes me feel so small and helpless, but he seems so content doing it.
Let's put down our weapons.
Disarming myself is a scary thought, but Eamon's willingness to be brave makes me want to rise to meet him there. Be a better, more courageous version of myself.
So I lean into his warm touch and let himtake care ofme in a way I've never allowed anyone before.
Compromise
Eamon
Every version of Isla is beautiful, but this one takes my breath away.
We played and fucked far into the night, and for the first time, she didn't panic over me trying to stay with her and hold her while she slept. No sign of the anxiety she usually feels when I don't leave immediately after sex.
