“I guess,” I reply. “I’ll be ready to eat in a minute.”
“Take your time,” he says. “There’s no rush.” He hesitates, then goes on, “Actually… I think I know how to help.” I frown as he walks toward the shower cubicle, pauses, then pulls open the door.
“Mateo…” I begin, but stop when he steps into the stall with me. Water darkens his hair and plasters it to his head. I go still when he takes the soap from me, lathering my torso and soaping my breasts. “Um…” I say, then clear my throat when I realize my voice has fled. He watches the motion of his hands moving over me, tweaking my nipples, ignoring the fact that his clothes are now drenched. When his palms slide from my breasts down my ribs and dip between my thighs, I make a choking sound.
“You’re wet,” he says, looking into my face.
“Uh…well, yeah. I’m in the shower,” I try to quip.
“I mean, your cunt is dripping,” he corrects me, making my cheeks flush. “You’re hot.”
Fuck…there’s an understatement. When he rubs a circle over my clit with his thumb, a tremor zings straight into the pit of my belly.
“Spread your legs,” he says, his eyes still locked with mine.
“Mateo…” I husk out.
“Are you arguing with me?” He narrows his eyes. His thumb keeps drawing that maddening circle, and I gnaw on my lip. I step astride, opening my thighs wide. “Good girl,” he murmurs, and I feel a thick finger slip between my folds, then slide in. It makes my breath hitch. Especially when he pairs it with that circling thumb.
I arch my back, feeling the wall behind me. When I let my head drop back, he reaches for my chin and lowers it. I keep chewing on my lip as he begins to work his finger in and out of me. The slick sounds join the splashing of the shower water. The noise is almost obscene, and I squeeze my eyes shut.
“Look at me,” he says. I shake my head, and he stops abruptly.
“Wait!” I choke out, suddenly feeling the loss of sensation.
“I want to see your eyes when you come,” he says, his lips almost brushing mine.
“Okay,” I choke out. I’m not in a position to negotiate. He’s already got me so close to the edge. I brace myself against the wall and keep his gaze, though it’s hard not to let my lids flutter when he thrusts two fingers deep into me and hooks his thumb back over my clit again. “Jesus!” I gasp.
“Too much?” he asks, pausing.
“No!” My voice is strangled. “Harder!” Something perverse is taking over me, and somehow, it feels like I won’t be able to focus unless he rips the pleasure from me. Though I almost regret it when he shoves a third finger into me and almost lifts me from the floor. “Fuck!” I wail. “Fuck…yes!”
The sounds my body is making are now beyond obscene, but I don’t care anymore. All I can do is fight to keep my eyes on him, though I’m sure the tears are welling with the pleasure that’s building. Or maybe it’s the water. It doesn’t matter. He pins me against the wall and fingerfucks me so hard I can barely remember my own name.
“Fuck…Mateo!” I feel the surge of an orgasm building. “Fuck…I’m going to come…” He stops moving again, and I let out a cry of dismay.
“Ask nicely,” he says. He raises an eyebrow.
Sweet Jesus!
“What?” I gasp.
“You heard me.”
I squeeze my eyes shut. This is insane.
“Keep your eyes on me,” he adds. My eyes are definitely streaming when I look up at him. His face glistens beneath the warm water. God, he’s beautiful. I give a nod. “Now…ask nicely.”
“I need to come,” I mumble, trying desperately to skewer myself down onto his fingers.
“What was that?” He draws his hand away, his arm still holding me against the wall. My hips bob toward him.
Fuck.
“Mateo…I need to come…please,” I add. He slides his fingers along my slit and then thrusts them back into me. “Oh! Oh, my God!” I gasp. “Fuck! Please…please, please, please!” My chest heaves as I suck in air, but I take care to keep eye contact. At this point, if he stops again, I’m going to spontaneously combust, despite the water.
“What are you waiting for?” he says softly. I reach a hand for his shoulder and hold on tight as he plows his fingers back into me.
