She doubles down, sucking harder, and the pleasure builds and builds until it crests, until I’m coming with a shout, my hand fisting in her hair as she swallows everything I give her.
She pulls off slowly, licking her lips, and looks up at me with a satisfied smile.
“Good morning to you too,” she says.
I haul her up, crushing my mouth to hers. “My turn,” I growl against her lips.
“Logan—”
“My turn,” I repeat, already dropping to my knees.
I hook one of her legs over my shoulder, opening her to me, and she gasps, bracing against the wall. The water streams down over us as I lean in, running my tongue along her center.
She tastes like heaven.
I work her with my mouth, my tongue circling her clit before dipping lower, fucking into her with it. Her hands come down to grip my hair, holding me in place as she rocks against my face.
“Oh God,” she moans. “Logan, yes—right there?—”
I focus on that spot, alternating between sucking and licking, adding a finger, then two, curling them to find that place inside that makes her scream.
And she does scream—my name, a litany of yeses, and incoherent pleas for more. Her thigh trembles on my shoulder, her body tensing as she gets closer.
“Come for me,” I murmur against her, and she does, crying out as she shatters, her body clenching around my fingers, her taste flooding my tongue.
I work her through it until she’s pushing my head away, and then I stand, kissing her hard so she can taste herself on my lips.
“I need you,” I say against her mouth. “Now.”
“Yes,” she breathes. “Please, Logan. I need you inside me.”
I lift her, pressing her back against the tile wall, and she wraps her legs around my waist. I line myself up and thrust home in one smooth stroke, both of us groaning at the sensation.
There’s no gentleness now. No hesitation. Just raw need and desire.
I pound into her, hard and fast, the sound of our bodies coming together echoing off the tile. She meets me thrust for thrust, her nails raking down my back, her teeth sinking into my shoulder.
“Harder,” she gasps. “God, Logan, harder?—”
I give her what she wants, what we both need, driving into her with everything I have. The angle is perfect, hitting thatspot inside her with every stroke, and she’s moaning, gasping, screaming my name.
“So fucking tight,” I groan. “So perfect. You feel so perfect, Tessa.”
“Don’t stop,” she begs. “Please don’t stop—I’m so close?—”
I reach between us, my thumb finding her clit, and she detonates, screaming so loud I’m grateful the condo has thick walls. Her body clamps down on me like a vise, milking my own orgasm from me.
I come with a roar, burying myself as deep as I can, filling her as pleasure rips through me like lightning.
We stay like that, pressed against the wall, panting, hearts racing, the water still streaming down over us.
“Fuck,” I breathe.
“Yeah,” she agrees, her head dropping to my shoulder.
I lower her carefully, making sure her legs will hold her before letting go. They’re shaking, and satisfaction curls through me, knowing I did that to her.
We actually wash this time, touching each other with soapy hands, stealing kisses, grinning like idiots.
