“Are you still cold?” I didn’t know how she could be. She felt like a furnace, the combination of the hot water and what we’d been doing beneath it spiking her temperature.
She shook her head. “No. That feels good.”
“Look,” I said, nodding toward the mirror.
She spun, watching me untie her robe. It spilled open, revealing her seated on my cock.
“You’re fuckingstunning,Stella.”
She grinned, knowing it was true, and swirled her hips. I groaned, pulling her neckline down to kiss the back of her shoulder. She was so warm, so welcoming, and judging from the slickness coating me, just as turned on as I was, telling me I wasn’t in this alone. She felt it, too, this thing between us, this spark of desire that was one gust away from igniting into an inferno.
What would it feel like to slide into her now? It wouldn’t take much, just a lift of her hips and a hard thrust. But despite the wet warmth of her, she was far from ready for that, and if this was my only night with her, I was going to make it good.
With that thought in mind, I tugged the towel off her hair and leaned in to kiss the spot behind her ear. She tilted her head sideways, watching me while I bit and teased her skin, rolling her hips like she was testing this position out.
“Theo,” she said in that low, raspy tone I liked best.
“Shh,” I said, soothing her. “I know what you need.”
I slicked my hands up the bathrobe and cupped her breasts through it, palming them. Our height difference gave me the perfect angle to see over her shoulder, allowing me to watch what I did, follow my fingers as they fondled and teased, see her give another experimental roll of her hips. It was a feast for the senses, and it made me greedy for more.
I parted the robe, slipping it off her, and pulled it from between us, leaving her bare to my sight. Her nipple rings flashed in the dim light, begging for attention. I stroked my fingers over them in tandem. Stella rewarded me with a soft moan, clenching her spread thighs. I flexed my legs, pressing my cock against her, offering her more friction. She squirmed against me and moaned again, starting to sound impatient.
“The lube,” I said, unwilling to release her for even a second.
She fumbled for it, and I was glad to see I wasn’t the only one feeling rushed and desperate. With a flick, she had it open. “It’s warming.”
“Coat me in it.”
She squeezed out a large dollop, and I had to hold her hips steady as she rose up, doing what I said.
The second she was done, I settled her back down, my dick still braced beneath her because it would be better for both of us if she got off first before I fucked my way into her.
She gasped, rolling her hips over my length, and tilted forward a little, bracing her hands on my knees to steady herself before she started to move. I gripped her hips and helped her, my cock starting to heat from the lube and her warmth. The next time she rose up, I hauled her down even harder, obsessed with the way her ass clapped against me.
She shuddered, fingernails digging into my knees. A small, desperate sound climbed up the back of her throat. In the mirror, she looked half-undone, as wrung out as I was from how long we’d spent teasing each other in the shower. I wanted nothing more than to shove her over the edge and welcome her into oblivion with me, so I went back to teasing her nipples, simultaneously rolling my hips upward.
She cried out.
“Say it, Sunshine,” I rumbled. “Say you wish I was inside you.”
“I wish you were inside me.” In the mirror, her eyes met mine in a familiar challenge. “I want that big, beautiful dick to split me in half.”
I froze, even as she kept moving. “You should come first. It’ll be easier.”
“I don’t want it easy.” She rose to her knees. “I want you to fuck me so hard, I’m sore for days.”
“Stella, I am begging you. I’m not a good enough person to say no to what you’re asking.”
She angled her hips backward, and I saw my dick rise up between us. Watched her take a hand off my knee and use it to guide my shaft to her entrance. “I don’t want a good person. I want the man I hate to prove to me what a big, evil bastard he really is. This is your only chance to fuck me, Theo.” Her dark eyes bored into mine. “Make it count.”
“It’ll hurt,” I growled.
“Good. Fuck me ragged, Theo.”
“Is that an order?” I asked, echoing words I had read in an online brat forum.
Without hesitation, Stella answered. “Yes.”
