I parted my lips slightly, silently begging him to kiss me. His finger traced the bridge of my nose, then my lips. I couldn’t resist; I nipped at his finger lightly, eliciting a small smile from him.
His finger continued its path, moving down my chin to the top of my cardigan. Slowly, deliberately, he unbuttoned it, one button at a time, until it hung open, revealing the black lace bra I’d worn beneath it.
His fingers brushed down my stomach, tracing delicate lines that made my body quiver. His hand paused just above my waist. I should care about the mess this could make. But, all I could think was don’t stop. Please don’t stop.
“I shouldn’t do this,” he murmured, though his actions betrayed his words.
Then his hand slipped beneath my waistband, his fingers teasing me, tracing along my edges. My breath hitched as he moved lower, finally sliding one finger inside me.
I gasped, my hands instinctively reaching for him. I unzipped his pants, freeing him, and he was already hard and ready for me. Without hesitation, his hands moved to remove my leggings and panties. He lifted me onto the counter, his lips crashing into mine as I wrapped my legs around him.
In one swift motion, I guided him inside me, a sharp gasp escaping my lips as our bodies connected. The world around us blurred, every thought dissolving until only the feel of him remained. We moved together with an urgency that bordered on frantic, the rhythm between us instinctive and unrelenting.
His hands gripped my hips, fingers digging into my skin as he drove deeper, the intensity of it sending heat rippling through me. His mouth found my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin before he trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down to my collarbone. I arched beneath him, my nails raking down his back, desperate to pull him even closer.
“God, you feel incredible,” he rasped, his voice thick and ragged. The praise sent a rush of pleasure through me, a heady, dizzying thrill that made my pulse race.
My legs wrapped around him, pulling him even deeper, every thrust igniting something dark and consuming within me. His movements grew rougher, our bodies colliding with a force that left me trembling, the friction between us exquisite and unbearable.
He shifted, angling his hips just right, and I shattered. My body tightened around him, pleasure tearing through me with a ferocity that left me gasping, clutching at him as if he were the only thing keeping me tethered to the earth.
But he didn’t stop. He drove into me harder, his own control unraveling as he chased his release. I could feel the tension building in him, the way his breathing grew ragged, his muscles flexing beneath my touch.
I dug my nails into his shoulders, the pain mingling with pleasure as his pace grew more desperate. His name spilled from my lips, a broken plea that only seemed to drive him wilder. His mouth found mine, our kiss messy and scorching, our breaths mingling as we pushed each other past the edge of reason.
When he finally came, his release was raw and shuddering, his body pressed tightly against mine as if he could somehow fuse us together. We clung to each other, the aftermath leaving us tangled and breathless, our hearts pounding in sync.
He pulled me close, his forehead resting against mine.
“I miss you like crazy,” he whispered.
“Me too,” I admitted, my voice barely audible.
We stayed like that for a moment, holding each other, neither of us wanting to break the spell. Eventually, we pulled ourselves together, slowly getting dressed.
“I don’t have to be at The City Center till around 12:30,” I said.
“Same here,” he replied.
“Want to take a shower?” I asked, a playful smile tugging at my lips.
“With you?” he said, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes,” I said, laughing.
We made our way upstairs to my oversized bathroom. I started the shower, and steam beganto fill the room as the water warmed. When we stepped into the stall, the heat of the water felt like a second skin. Will pulled me under the spray, his hands finding my waist as droplets cascaded over us.
His mouth found mine, the kiss deep and unrelenting. My fingers found their way into his wet hair, tugging gently as thewater ran down our faces. His lips roaming from my neck to the hollow of my throat, lingering there as if he couldn’t get enough. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against my skin.
I leaned back against the tile, gasping as his hands slid down my body. The slickness of the water only heightened every sensation, making me more sensitive to his touch. He knelt in front of me, his hands gripping my thighs as his mouth moved between them. The steam curled around us as I arched into him, my hands braced against the wall for support.
When he rose again, his eyes locked on mine, and he lifted me effortlessly, pressing me against the cool tiles. I wrapped my legs around him as he entered me, the contrast of the cold tile and the heat of his body almost too much to bear.
We moved together, the rhythm slow at first, then faster as the tension built. The water washed away every thought except the way he felt inside me, the way he held me like I was the only thing that mattered.
We both reached the edge, our breaths mingling in the humid air. When we finally let go, it was like the world stopped spinning, leaving only the sound of water hitting the tile and our ragged breathing.
We stayed under the spray for a moment longer, laughing softly as he helped rinse the shampoo out of my hair. It was easy, intimate, and felt like a glimpse of what could be—if only.
