Before I could question the logistics of shower sex, Alaric had already lifted me. My legs wrapped around his waist, and my back pressed against the wall of the shower. He supported me with his capable hands, sliding effortlessly into me.
I gasped at the welcomed intrusion, my head falling back against the wall. My worries about his height fell away. My hands slipped around Alaric’s shoulders, along his muscular upper back. I tried to be conscious of my nails, but each time he drove his hips forward, they dug in a little more on their own accord.
I’d never been with someone so intent on my pleasure before, so capable of reading my body and what it needed. It was the strangest thing, to feel safe in his arms while feeling completely ravaged at the same time.
I shattered around him, my entire being exploding into fragments. Alaric’s hips thrust forward again, harder and deeper this time, as he moaned his release in my ear.
My skin pebbled with goosebumps, and I drew a shaky breath, lifting my head to gaze at him. I was unable to contain my smile because he was looking like I’d givenhima gift when in reality, it’d been him giving me the glorious gift of multiple orgasms.
He withdrew, setting me down carefully. Rolling the condom off, Alaric tied it and opened the curtain enough to toss it in the trash, then turned to face me. “Any sexy shower scenes in your book?”
“No.” I bit my lip, shaking my head with amusement. “Usually, shower sex is rather anti-climactic.”
Alaric’s brow lifted, and he moved closer to me. A dangerous smile on his lips. “Did you find that anti-climactic?” he asked, his hand palming my breast. I shivered, and not just because the hot water had started to run out.
“Quite the opposite, actually. I found it very climactic,” I said, my jaw trembling slightly. Noticing the cold water, Alaric switched the taps off. I threw open the shower curtain and reached for a towel. “Then again, you’re strong enough to support all of my weight while still fucking like a porn star, so I’d say you’re the exception, not the rule.”
He chuckled lowly. “You must have been with some uncreative partners.”
I snorted. “You don’t know the half of it,” I said ominously, stepping from the shower and wrapping the towel around me.
He followed, twisting a towel around his waist. His eyes never left mine, and tension crackled between us. His pecs flexed under my scrutiny, and he grinned dangerously. “There are many ways we can fuck in that shower, Gwen. I’d be happy to show you all of them.” He capped this offer by flexing his pecs.
“Maybe when the hot water tank refills,” I said, a little breathlessly.
“Yeah,” Alaric agreed. He shook his head as if coming to his senses. “Besides, it’s getting late. I should go.”
“Oh, right,” I said, my words coming out as jumbled as my thoughts. I clenched my towel closer and moved to the counter to grab my glasses. Putting them on, I could see him in the mirror from the corner of my eye, watching me, so I smiled and met his gaze. “Well, thanks for stopping by.”
He leaned forward to pick up his jeans, his face right beside my thigh. I could feel his perusal, his eyes roaming my body like he wasn’t quite sated yet. Straightening, Alaric moved behind me, pressing his cock against my ass. My towel fell open on its own accord, slipping between us. “It was my pleasure,” he told me, grinning as he watched me in the mirror.
It seemed inconceivable that we could want each other again, but the look in his fevered eyes matched mine as he ran his free hand down the length of my body, over each curve.
No matter what, he was going to leave me wanting.
Alaric
I took a deep breath, watching as she trembled beneath my touch. Her eyelids fluttered shut, and she sighed, her lips curling into a smile. “How are you already this hard again?” she asked as my cock jumped against her ass.
I tugged her against me, my fingers falling between her legs, cupping her. The pads of my fingers stroked against her sex. Bringing my lips to her earlobe, I spoke quietly. “How are you this wet again?” I countered, smirking as we made eye contact in the mirror.
She shuddered as my finger sank inside her and turned her face to look at me. I dropped my jeans and brought my right hand to stroke along the smooth, delicate column of her neck.
Gwen turned, her breasts brushing against my chest as her lips slanted against mine. She nipped at my lower lip as I hoisted her up, plopping her down on the counter and stepping between her legs.
“I thought you said you had to go?” Gwen asked, her nose scrunching a little as she smiled.
“I can spare a few more minutes,” I told her, selfishly prolonging the inevitable. I wasn’t looking forward to the silence of my empty house, especially not after a weekend having both Sawyer and my mom around.
I knew the moment that I left, everything that drove me here in the first place would come back at me like a freight train.
She brought her hands up to cup my face, pressing her lips to mine, and arched against me. Her lips and tongue moved almost desperately against mine. I shifted, my crown brushing against her entrance, and shivered in response to the urge I felt to drive forward.
Gwen’s eyes fluttered open, and she pulled away, her eyes searching mine again. I don’t know what she saw there, but she took a shaky breath and gave me a willing smile. “Is this what you’re looking for?” she asked, one of her hands dropping to reach the foil wrapper beside her.
My cock throbbed against her slick entrance in response. “Can you handle another round?”
“Can I?” She arched a brow, challenging me, and ripped the wrapper open with her teeth. She looked so incredibly sexy that I couldn’t help but press against her a little.
