I wanted her to cum now, so I could sink into her and make her do it again, only this time around my aching cock.
“Fuck.” Sophia’s hands found the front of my soaking wet shirt and tugged. Buttons scattered. She ran her hands down my chest, tracingevery ridge and muscle. Growling out some profanity that I didn’t understand, she reached for my pants.
“Fuck you,” she gritted out as the button popped and her hand delved downward.
“I would rather fuck you.” Fighting the urge to close my eyes, I flexed myself into her hand, fucking it like I was about to fuck her pussy.
“I am going to fuck you,”
It happened suddenly, not like all the times before when I had made her tremble with my fingers. There was nothing slow about this. Her head snapped back, her back arched, and her teeth gnashed together as she tried to bite back her screams.
“Scream for me, Sophia.” Keeping my fingers deep inside of her, I kept working her even as she clamped around me. Wetness soaked my palm, the kind of wetness that had nothing to do with the shower and everything to do with what I was doing to her. I lifted her, only removing my fingers when she wrapped her legs around me again.
Desperately, we clung to each other. Angry, in love, and every emotion in between.
Pushing my pants down my thighs, I gripped myself and lined myself up with her wet entrance. She had said I was the only man she had ever been with, and I knew I should be gentle with her.
I knew that, but I slammed into her anyway. One thrust upward, and I speared her completely.
Another scream broke through the noise of the water, but I swallowed it down with my mouth on hers.
She was tight; tighter than I remembered, if that was possible.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head as the fluttering remnants of her orgasm gripped every inch of me. “Sophia,” I groaned.
Why did she feel so good? Why, why, why?
That’s all I seemed to ask myself when it came to her. Why? But I knew the answer.
She was Sophia.
That was answer enough.
“Don’t stop.”
Stop? Pinning her to the tiles, I ploughed into her. Over and over again. There would be no stopping. Not ever. We might hate each other, but we loved each other just as much.
This passion, my need for her, it would never go away, and one day it might just rip me apart, but that day wasn’t today.
Today I just wanted to forget the past for a few hours and enjoy her.
Bending my knees, I lost myself in the feel of her pussy. Her cries filled my ears and drew my balls up painfully tight.
I had waited six years to have her again, and now I did. I was never going to let her go.
“I’m going to…” Breathlessly, she raked her sharp little nails down my back, scratching me bloody. Not that I cared. She could shred my back, she could do anything she damn well pleased just as long as…
I came.
Like a virgin who couldn’t control himself, I got there before she did, coating her insides with my seed. Over and over again, I came, my thrusts jerky and shallow.
“Fuck.” Finally spent, I dropped my head down to hers, finding her eager and waiting mouth. “Fuck I’m sorry.”
Her lips curved against mine. “It’s okay.”
Except it wasn’t okay. It would never be okay.
Leaving the shower running, I wrapped my arms around her. Securing her on my dick that was still pulsating inside of her. I stepped out of the shower, and I walked us toward the bed.
