Peeling off my swimsuit, I climb into the large stall alongside him. He gently tugs me under the warm spray of water, and I tilt my head back to allow it to run down my scalp.
Declan lathers his hands with soap and begins washing my short, cropped hair. It feels so nice. I let out a hum, and when he rinses it under the water, I reach behind to touch his hip. He’s taking delicate care of me, washing my hair like I’m something fragile and breakable.
“You don’t have to be so gentle with me anymore,” I say.
His wet hand slides up to close around my throat, pulling me back against his body. Reaching farther behind me, I grasp his shaft in my hand, squeezing and stroking to make him hard.
His mouth is by my ear as he mutters, “Does my boy want it rough?”
“Yes, please,” I cry.
I know there is a part of Declan that wants to pamper me because he almost lost me. In fact, in his mind, hedidlose me. But I’m here, I’m alive, I’m with him, and I want him to treat me that way.
He fills his palm with more soap, using it to lather my body, starting at my chest and working down my abs. His fingers toywith the happy trail of hair leading from my belly button down to my cock. I let out a husky groan as he wraps his hand around me, stroking it to life.
But he doesn’t stop there. His lathered hands explore every inch of my body, caressing my testicles and reaching even farther back to tease my taint. Then his hands move down my legs, covering me with soapy bubbles clear down to my feet.
He knows every inch of me. My body is more his than mine at this point, and I love that. I can’t explain the comfort it gives me to be so adored, so treasured, and sovalued.
Today, he said I was the most important person in his life. I will take that sentiment with me to get me through every moment we’re apart.
“Hands against the wall,” he mutters.
I press my palms to the tile and close my eyes in anticipation as he kneels behind me. He works the soapy lather up the back of my thighs and between the globes of my backside.
He loves to tease me. I think he likes to make me beg for it.
“Please,” I say with a sigh.
“So needy,” he replies. “Now let me hear you whimper.”
Using even more soap, he works me open with two fingers, and he’s not gentle about it, which is exactly what I want. His strokes are rough until I’m a trembling, whimpering mess of need.
I’m practically shoving my hips back toward him, waiting for him to fill me, needing him inside me as if I’m not completely whole without him. When he stands and presses the blunt head of his cock against my hole, I let out a soft sigh of pleasure.
Right now, I wish I could tell him I love him. Not as a friend but as a man.Hisman.
He pushes himself inside me, past the ring of muscle, and we groan in unison as if him being buried deep is a relief.
“You were made for me, Shelby,” he mutters as he bottoms out, pressed in as far as he can go. “You know that? No one else will have you the way I do.”
“No one,” I reply breathlessly. He eases out to the tip slowly and back in even slower, like delicious torture.
“Please, Declan,” I beg.
“What does my boy want?” he asks, his voice strained as he slowly pulls out again.
“Please fuck me,” I ask.
“Like this?” he replies. With a harsh grip on my hips, he slams back inside me. And I let out a deafening, gravelly moan. My cock leaks at the tip as he grazes my prostate. But now that he’s started, he can’t stop thrusting relentlessly inside of me with heavy grunts.
Moments like this, I’m glad we decided to get tested before each of our visits so I can feel him inside of me with nothing between us. I will never tire of the feel of his cum filling me up, then dripping down my legs. It makes me feel as if I’ve been branded by him. Like he’s marked me as his forever, his scent embedded into my skin like some sort of primal mating ritual.
He picks up speed as he fucks me, his hip bones bruising my ass as he pounds without mercy.
“Stroke yourself, Shelby,” he says between grunts. “I want to feel you come when I’m inside you.”
Completely bent over, my face is pressed against the wall as I use my right hand to stroke my aching cock. I try to match the rhythm of his thrusts, and it doesn’t take long before my orgasm coalesces inside of me.
