I pulled his jeans down slowly, dragging them over his hips, my hands deliberately brushing over the length of him. He was already hard and thick. The moment I freed him, he groaned.
I stepped back into the water and pulled him in with me. The spray hit our skin and ran in rivulets down his chest, over his cock, across the curve of my breast.
“You’re killing me,” he breathed as his hands rose to cup my face. His thumbs brushed my cheekbones with heartbreaking gentleness.
“Good.” I whispered.
“I could’ve lost you tonight,” he said, voice raw as his forehead touched mine.
“But you didn’t,” I whispered, moving closer until the heat of his cock pressed against my stomach. “We’re here. We’re alive.”
I looked up at him, drenched and trembling. “Show me. Make mefeelit.”
His mouth crashed onto mine like I was the only thing keeping him alive. And maybe I was. I met him with teeth and tongue and gasping need, kissing him like I was afraid he’d disappear if I stopped. He devoured me.
Under the hot spray, his hands slid down my body, cupping my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples until I gasped against his mouth. He started to move lower, but I caught his wrist.
“Not yet,” I breathed against his mouth.
He blinked. “Lina-”
He made a sound of protest that turned into a gasp as I dropped to my knees, water beating down over my back, hair slicked against my shoulders. I reached for him, wrapped my hand around the thick base of his cock, and watched his face twist with need.
“You don’t have to-”
I cut him off by taking him in my mouth, and whatever he was going to say dissolved into incoherent pleading. I sucked him deep, swirling my tongue around the head before dragging my lips down the shaft. The taste of him, salty, male,mine, made my thighs press together.
I wanted to take all that control, all that Alpha strength, and strip it down tothis.
He groaned when I hollowed my cheeks and took him deeper, my hands braced on his thighs, feeling the muscle tremble under my palms. He was so hard it was almost painful, his cock twitching every time I dragged my tongue over the sensitive underside.
“Your mouth…” he choked out, voice wrecked. “Christ, Lina. You feel so good. You’re gonna make me-”
I hummed around him and his hips bucked forward, shoving deeper into my throat. His hands flew to my head, fingers tangling in my soaked hair. Not to force me. Just tohold on.
I pulled back and teased the head, tongue circling, lips pressing soft kisses to the swollen tip just to make him whimper.
“Fuck,” he groaned as I swirled my tongue around the tip. “Please. Please, Lina. I need you. Need to be inside you. I’ll do anything...”
That’s what I wanted to hear. Him as desperate as I felt. Him needing me the way I needed him. At my mercy.
I rose slowly, letting him see the mess of my face. Flushed, wet, swollen lips. He spun me around, one hand on my hip, the other sliding down between my legs.
“So wet for me,” he muttered into my ear, fingers teasing me open. “This pussyknowswho it belongs to.”
“Knox…”
“Tell me what you want,” he growled, sliding two fingers inside me and rubbing slow, deep strokes. “Tell me exactly what you need.”
“You,” I gasped as he curled his fingers and rubbed my clit at the same time. “Inside me. Now.”
He pulled his fingers out and I whimpered at the loss, then moaned when I felt the broad head of his cock press against my entrance.
“Are you sure?” he asked one more time, ever the gentleman even when shaking with need.
Instead of answering with words, I pushed back, taking him in inch by inch, until he bottomed out and we both groaned like we’d been ripped open.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “You feelincredible.So tight, baby. So fucking perfect.”
