His fist tightens in my hair while his other hand slams against the tile wall behind me, curving his body forward.
Lose control.
Then he does. I’m met with unhinged thrusts. My body instinctively fights him off, despite the fact I don’t want to stop. And I know he wouldn’t let me, anyways.
“I want you covered in me,” he says, his voice so low and hoarse.
He pulls out, using that hand fisted in my hair to make me look up at him as he spills all over my chest with a groan.
Seeing him become undone because of me is intoxicating.
Leaning forward over me, his dark, wet hair hangs as water droplets fall from it. Those emeralds stare at me, so animalistic like, I start to feel a kernel of fear bloom in my chest.
Is this the man all his victims see before death greets them?
He swipes his thumb through his cum that slides down my chest and brings it to my mouth, running it over my bottom lip.
“Taste what you did to me and clean up your fucking mess.” He presses his thumb in my mouth.
I do as he says, sucking him clean. This only gives me another groan, and to my shock, makes him hard all over again.
Before I’m able to do anything about it, his hand is around my throat and bringing me to my feet. No words are said when he peels my scrub pants off and tosses them outside of the shower.
He grabs my face, making me look at him. “You really think I was going to let you come in here and have your way with me?” He leans into me, his lips whispering over mine. “Jokes on you.”
With a spin, he turns me around and slams my back against the shower wall. His arms create a cage around me. “I always get my way. And I always fucking win.”
He presses his lips against mine, invading my mouth in an attempt to distract me from his roaming hands down my body and between my legs. An unsolicited moan leaves my mouth, only adding to his ever growing smile against my lips.
He works his lips down my neck, taking extra time on my scar, giving it the love that was stripped from me. A swift movement and my bra is on the floor, his mouth circling one peaked nipple while his fingers tease the other. I bite my lip, unwilling to give him the moan he is pushing for.
A dark look in his eyes tells me he is going to get it no matter how hard I fight it.
As he makes his way down my body, he slides my panties off, leaving a trail of kisses over my skin, a silent writing of all the things he wishes he could say.
“Open my legs.” He slaps a hand on my thigh, making me spread them wide for him. “Let’s see how long you can fight this.”
My argument is silenced when his mouth is between my legs. It’s not fair, how fast the orgasm tries to rip through me, no matter my attempts to stop it.
Just as I’m about to fall off that edge he’s dragging me over, he removes himself from me. Two fingers are pushed inside me, curling just right that a moan finally slips free.
“You’re fighting it,” he murmurs, getting to his feet again.
With his face inches from mine, he nips and toys with my lips while treacherously moving his fingers in me. Another pathetic whimper sets free when I feel the orgasm lighting up inside me.
“There it is.” He smiles.
I see what he is doing, getting me so close to then take itaway, that way I’m begging for it. Asking him to be the reason I seek pleasure. Just like he wanted.
He grabs my face, making me look at him when he says, “Cum.” Through clenched teeth.
My ragged breaths are filled with the water pouring down on us. Fighting it is a losing game at this point. So I roll my head back, allowing the flames of the orgasm to engulf me.
The fire floods my veins, warming me so deeply I can’t help but succumb to the melting it forces me into. I fall into him, unwilling to fight any longer as my knees give out.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers in my ear.
Our bare chests move in rhythm to one another while he cradles my face, pressing our foreheads together. We sit there for a few silent moments, catching our breath, eyes closed, the water still beating down on us.
