Every swipe of my tongue, she met with her own. Our breaths mingled, angry, needy sounds filling the glass confines.
I lifted her higher, my hands squeezing her soft, naked ass until she ripped her mouth away from mine and groaned. “I hate you,” she moaned again.
“Good.” Dropping my lips to her throat, I flexed into her, feeling the dampness between her legs pool and then soak the front of my slacks.
She was beautiful and naked and dripping for me, and there were too many clothes between my body and hers.
I wanted to feel her skin on mine.
No, not wanted, I needed to.
It had been six years, and I’d had her here over a week, and not once had I been inside her body.
Now it was all I could think of.
Dropping her to her feet, I slammed her back into the tile. My hand closed around her skin again. Only this time, when I squeezed, she didn’t look scared. She looked passionate.
“Because I hate you too.” Reaching out, I twisted the water on, soaking us both in its warm spray. “But fuck, you are beautiful.”
In fact, she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, with her wet curls and the way the shower water drifted lazily over her breasts.
I covered one with my hand and squeezed. My palm brushed against the diamond-hard nipple. Dropping my head, I sucked it into my mouth, coaxing it up with firm strokes of my tongue until she was whimpering above me.
The sound alone made me groan. Why did she have to do that?Sound like that? Taste like that. Be so damn perfect that it felt like I was losing my mind anytime I was close to her.
I bit down, and she gave a hissing cry. Ignoring her, I grated my teeth against the hard bud, worrying it.
And then I let go, and she cried out as the blood rushed back.
“Fuck you, Matteo,” she panted. “That hurt.”
I licked at the nipple, soothing the sting away. “Oh, I know.”
“What?”
I didn’t answer her at first. Instead, I dipped my hands between her thighs. Thighs she parted for me without me even asking.
“I said…” screwing one finger into her as far as it would go, I lifted her onto her tiptoes, “that I am going to fuck you,”
Jesus, I bit back the urge to rip my clothes off and take her right now. She was so tight. Tight and wet and hot. Just like she had been all those years ago.
“I’m going to make you cum.” Another finger, and then my pace increased. Curling my fingers inside her, I rubbed the spot that I knew would make her cum and cum hard.
“Matteo.” Sophia’s hands gripped my shoulders, desperate moans falling from her lips as the water poured down on us.
“I’m going to make you scream my name, Sophia, only my name.”
She clenched around me, her walls fluttering.
“Oh God.” Her head fell back with a bang. The sound of it was loud even over the sound of the water and our heavy breathing.
“Not God.” Twisting my fingers, I plunged them into her again. “You have no other god but me. Tell me you’re mine,”
“Never.” She turned her face away, only for me to grab it back and find her lips again.
“Tell. Me. You. Are. Mine.”
She was close, so close that her wet channel was gripping me like a vice.
