She blinked up at me as the water rolled down her hair and over her shoulders. “O-okay.” She said it so breathlessly, it made my dick twitch. “But let’s wash first. I don’t want any of that dirt getting into your wound.”
Gathering what was left of my patience, I let her scrub me down. Mostly because that meant I got to do the same for her. I’d been soaping up her breasts for a couple minutes when she finally pushed my hands away.
“Let me.”
My brows drew together, but then I relaxed when she put her hands on my shoulders and turned us so my back was being pelted by the shower head. Then she sank down onto her knees. The way she was looking up at me was so close to that first shower where I’d jacked off to this exact scenario, I had to grind my teeth to keep from grabbing her and fucking her brains out. She wanted to do this? I wasn’t about to say no. But damn I wanted to sink into her gorgeous body, to make her scream, and to lose all the remaining worry that still lingered somewhere inside me. She was here. She was safe. No one was going to touch her. Besides me.
She shoved the top of my boxers down, until my dick was free. Her lips wrapped around my cock and I didn’t bother to hold back the groan of appreciation. Her eyes closed, her long black lashes fanning her cheeks, as her head began bobbing.
“Fuck,” I growled, grabbing a handful of her wet hair.
She hummed, her eyes opening again. Her hand went to the base of my dick, pumping as her mouth worked me.
I let her set the pace for a few minutes, enjoying the pleasure, the connection. When I felt the orgasm start to build, I tightened my grip on her hair and thrust gently into her mouth. I wasn’t going to come down her throat, though I wanted to. I was going to save that for when I was buried deep in her pussy.
Her hands moved to my thighs, then up until her fingers brushed the hem of my boxers.
“No,” I said, pulling her off my cock.
Her eyes widened.
“We’re not finishing that quickly. I’m not done with you.” I knew what she was up to. She thought if she could get me off, that I'd give in and let her take care of my wound. Little did she know I’d just have to eat her out and edge her until I was ready for round two. I figured she’d prefer this, so I dragged her up my body and then cupped her ass, lifting her until she could wrap her legs around my waist.
My cock was lined up with her pussy, but I shoved my hands between our bodies and started rubbing my thumb over her clit in slow circles. As much as I wanted to bury my face and eat that delicious cunt, I didn’t have the patience. I needed her. That didn’t mean I didn’t want her dripping wet and so eager for me to fuck her that she was losing her mind. So I teased her. I watched her expression change, her eyes growing darker.
She moaned as I slipped a finger into her pussy, stroking her g-spot, and rubbed her clit harder with my thumb. I was playing her body perfectly, because I could feel the flutters of her inner walls. Dipping my head, I sucked a nipple into my mouth, then gave a little bite.
Her fingernails dug into my shoulders and her body went taut.
I didn’t relent until she was crying out and the pleasure was rolling through her. When I finally pulled my finger from her pussy, she was shaking. That was better. I wanted her to unravel. Wanted her needy. I kept rubbing her clit, enjoying the way her hips jerked with the rhythm as I built her desire back up.
“Please,” she gasped.
“Please, what?”
“Fuck me.”
I grinned. “Thought you’d never fucking ask, Baby Girl.”
She thumped her head back against the shower wall as I slid into her body. Her eyes were closed and a look of bliss settled over her features.
I growled at the feel of her pussy clamping down around my dick. “Fuck, Baby, you feel so damn good.” This was what I needed. Us, together. Knowing she was alive and all mine made my chest tighten. I gripped her hip with one hand, caging her between the wall and my body. The other hit the shower tiles as I started to pump into her.
I fucked her hard and fast, needing the release. And knowing she’d take whatever I gave her. She wasn’t fragile, and it was a relief to know I could be myself. That she liked it hard. That she wanted me.
I was already getting close, but didn’t want this to end. Not yet.
Reaper opened her eyes, looking up at me through her thick, wet lashes. “Pyre.”
It was a plea, one that I wasn’t about to ignore. Leaning forward, I claimed her mouth, our tongues battling for control as our bodies moved against each other. It was too much and not enough.
I reached down and pinched her clit, feeling her go over the edge. She squeezed my dick so hard with her inner muscles that I couldn’t hold out. My teeth clamped down on her lower lip and my cock throbbed as I spilled into her. This had been a wild, frantic fucking. Later I’d make it up to her and I’d make it last. Blow her mind. But for now, we’d both needed it to happen just like this.
We were breathing hard, foreheads pressed together as I held her up. I waited until her legs were steady before I set her down. The pain from my thigh began to seep back in through the post orgasmic haze.
“Your leg,” she said in a low voice, worry shining there in her beautiful eyes.
“Alright,” I told her. I shoved my boxers all the way down and left them in the bottom of the shower as I turned the water off. “You can get the bullet out now.”
