“You. I want you inside me.”
“Not yet.” I pulled my fingers out and she whimpered at the loss. “First, I want you on your knees.”
She turned around, eyes glazed with passion, and sank down in front of me. The water cascaded over both of us as she wrapped her hand around my shaft, her eyes widening slightly like they always did when she remembered how big I was.
“Take your time.” I brushed wet hair from her face. “I want to watch you work for it.”
She leaned forward and licked the tip. Just a taste. Then her lips parted and she took me into her mouth.
Fuck.
No matter how many times she did this, it always felt like the first time. Her mouth was hot. Tight. Perfect. She couldn’t take all of me—nobody could—but she tried. Worked her hand over what she couldn’t fit, her head bobbing slowly, cheeks hollowing with each suck.
“That’s it.” I let my head fall back, water streaming down my face. “Just like that. Take this dick.”
She moaned around me and the vibration almost sent me over the edge. I looked down, watched her lips stretched around my thickness, watched her eyes flutter closed in concentration.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes opened. Met mine.
“Don’t look away.”
She held my gaze as she sucked me, and something about that… the submission, the trust, the complete surrender—made my chest tight with an emotion I couldn’t name.
I let her worship me for a few more minutes, then pulled back before I lost control.
“Up.”
She stood, legs shaky, lips swollen and wet. I spun her around again, pressed her against the wall.
“Hands flat. Don’t move them.”
She obeyed.
I notched myself at her entrance and pushed in. Slowly. Letting her feel every inch as I stretched her open.
“Fuck,” she breathed. “Fuck, you’re so big…”
“Breathe through it.” I held still, buried halfway inside her, letting her adjust. “Relax. Let me in.”
She exhaled slowly, her inner walls loosening just enough for me to slide deeper. When I was finally fully seated, I paused. Let us both feel the connection.
“You okay?”
“Yes.” Her voice was strained. Needy.
I pulled back and thrust forward. Hard.
She cried out, her hands slipping on the wet tile, and I grabbed her hips to hold her steady.
“I’ve got you.” I set a rhythm—deep, powerful strokes that had her gasping with each impact. “I’ve always got you.”
The sound of our bodies colliding echoed off the marble walls, mixing with the spray of the shower and her desperate moans. I reached around and found her clit again, rubbing in tight circles while I fucked her from behind.
“Prime… oh God… I’m gonna…”
“Not yet.” I slowed my strokes, pulled my hand away. She whined in frustration. “You come when I tell you to come.”
