“Don’t tense up. It’ll be easier for you.”
“No!”
He positions his dick at my entrance and begins to penetrate me slowly.
“I’m begging you not to do this!”
“Calm down and take deep breaths.” He slides in farther, stretching me painfully.
“Please,” I cry.
“Shhh, it’s okay.” His hand skims down my quivering belly and stops to knead and pinch my clit.
Art presses my face against the wall, kissing down the side of my neck as he fully impales me. My mouth opens in a silent scream. The pleasure and pain is exquisite. He groans, pausing for a moment before fucking my ass in deep long strokes. I close my eyes, losing myself in the whirlwind gaining momentum inside my body.
“See? It’s not so bad,” he murmurs.
I angle my head to capture Art’s lips in a passionate kiss, causing his control to snap. He starts fucking me like a man possessed—wild and ferocious. My toes leave the floor with each savage thrust. Our moans of ecstasy and heavy breathing echo throughout the bedroom. The scent of sex permeates the air around us. My orgasm takes over my body with such intensity, I become incoherent. This feeling is beyond words. Art gives one final thrust, filling me with his cum. I slump against him when he frees me from the leather straps. He picks me up and carries me to the en suite bathroom. Art places me on unsteady legs before switching on the light. Damn, it’s half the size of my apartment. Art grasps my hand and leads me to the shower stall, which takes up an entire wall. He slides the glass door open and turns the valve, then waits, allowing the water to heat. A large square stainless-steel structure is attached to the ceiling in the center of the stall, hanging from short beams.
“What is that called?”
“It’s a rainfall shower head.”
“I’ve never heard of it before.”
“Then get prepared for a mind-blowing experience.”
He pulls me inside with him, and hot water cascades over me, soothing my sore limbs. “This feels so amazing.”
“It’ll be the best shower you’ve ever had.” He moves behind me, gliding a bar of soap over my breasts, then down my stomach.
“I think I can manage washing myself. Thank you very much.”
“But I’ll do it so much better,” he murmurs, pinching my left nipple.
I drop my head back against his chest, groaning in rapture as he briskly circles the soap around my clit.
“Art!” I shout, digging sharp nails into his forearm as my climax tears through me, leaving me weak.
I slump against him, depleted and thoroughly sated.
“I told you I’d do it better.”
Twenty minutes later, we lie together on the king-sized bed while my head rests on his chest.
“When did you open your nonprofit?”
“A year ago.”
“That’s an awesome way to honor Cole’s memory.”
“My long-term goal is to open multiple locations. Every child should be taught how to swim. Mason has been in the water since he was old enough to crawl. He’s still not advanced, but he’s getting there.”
“Is he your son?”
“No, my brother. I’m his legal guardian.”
“Where’s your mom?”
