I nearly choke on the shower water. “’S’all good spots with you.” It’s a confession I should have held back, but apparently, Robbie’s finger is on my damned honesty button.
He slides his thick finger inside again, pressing deeper this time.
“You feel so fucking good—” His voice is thick with awe, with the same disbelief that’s riding me, but this voice anchors and grounds me anyway. I rock back against his hand, and he sucks in a sharp breath before teasing me with a second finger. “This okay?”
I make a pathetic sound in my throat that hopefully resembles approval before Robbie sinks deeper, his movements finding a rhythm that has me gasping and myinjured arm grasping his hand in front of my chest. The twin sensations of being held and filled makes my knees tremble.
“You’re so hot andtight,” he murmurs, lips brushing my shoulder. “I want to make you feel good.”
“You want—” I can’t think. Want to say all the words back to him, to let him know I’m in this with him, happy and relaxed, turned on like never before. But I’m afraid of saying too much. Of telling him that this is all too much. Too good. Too temporary.
It can’t possibly be real.
“I want,” he says with an affectionate rumble of laughter. Then his voice lowers. “I want everything with you.”
When he shifts to slick up with more shower gel, the movement makes his hard cock graze my hip, drawing a groan from both of us. Knowing he’s as turned on as I am sends a fresh wave of heat through me.
Robbie works both fingers back inside me, and the stretch is intense, the burn… fucking delicious. Then he curls them and?—
When his fingers brush my prostate, I make a sound I don’t even recognize—greedy, needy,broken.
“Rob.Robbie. Fuck, god, right there.”
He does it again, and my vision whites out for a second. My knees wobble, but his arm is strong enough to hold me up while he takes me completely apart.
Robbie keeps that perfect rhythm, curling his fingers just perfectly because when he cares, he learns how to do a thing exactly right.
“So good. Robbie, oh god, it’s so fucking good. Don’t stop.”
My cock is leaking steadily, untouched, and I’m soclose already that I’m literally shaking, my whole body coiled tight.
“Fuck. C’mere.” He helps me straighten, his arm bracing my stomach to keep me upright so I can wrap my left hand around my dick. “Touch yourself, Ames. I wanna see you fall apart.”
It only takes three strokes before I’m coming, hard and messy, spilling over my hand and the shower floor with a sound that’s half sob and half his name. Robbie works me through it, his fingers still moving inside me, not stopping until I gasp, oversensitive and wrung out.
“Okay. That’s… I’m… Too much.”
His fingers slide free, and the emptiness makes me ache. But then he bends me over again, my shaking arm braced against the cool tile, and I hear the wet, slick sound of him stroking himself.
I force my head to turn, ignoring the protest in my arm, and I’m glad I do because the sight steals my breath.
Robbie’s eyes are locked on my ass, dark green and glazed with arousal, his face flushed and lips parted. The same fingers that were just inside me are working his big cock, and the thought sends a fresh wash of need through me.
“You are so. fucking.beautiful,” he growls, punctuating each word with a rough, tight stroke.
Even though I just came twice—though I’m spent and trembling, my muscles more lax than a wrung-out cloth—pure want swamps me again. The sound of his skin on skin, the heat of him so close, therealityof this—him—is so much better than any fantasy.
“Ames,” he pants, voice breaking. “I?—”
“Come for me, Rob,” I demand, snapping out of my afterglow to give him what he needs.
He does, my name tearing from his lips as he spills over my ass in hot, thick stripes. The look on his face—open and vulnerable and so damnhappy—hits me like a punch to the chest, and my throat clogs with all kinds of mushy, un-take-backable words.
Fortunately, this is also the exact moment when I realize the water’s not just not-hot anymore; it’s actually getting fucking cold.
I straighten and reach for the tap, but Robbie stops me, rinsing us quickly before shutting off the spray. Then he turns me and wraps me up in his arms before I’ve registered the chill.
It feels so right and perfect.
