“Um...” my clit feels like it’s going to fall off. “Yeah.”
Gabriel grins, flashing perfect white teeth, then shifts his grip—one hand tightening on my waist, the other moving to my ass. He squeezes, lifts, adjusts—and suddenly, I’m weightlessagain. He’s holding me up effortlessly, my back’s no longer against the wall, he’s positioned me exactly how he wants, and fuck,it’s like I was made for this. Made to ride him.
Then he takes over.
His hips snap up into me, his cock driving deep, the obscene slap of our bodies filling the tight shower. The mix of heat, steam, and slick skin has me feeling like I might melt right off him. There’s no ice. There’s nothing cold about me anymore. I hold on—clutching, clinging, gasping and coming. So much coming. I can’t figure out where one orgasm ends and the next stars because he isn’t stopping.
I feel boneless, like I’d agree to anything he asked of me right now. And that’s saying a lot, considering Gabriel is still very much a man and a stranger.
“Yes, Gabriel, oh my god, yes. Take me. Your piercings.” I can’t even finish my sentence it feels so good.
A deep rumble vibrates through his chest, a sound so guttural, so primal, that it sends another wave of need surging through me. He pushes deeper, stretching me more, reaching places that haven’t been touched in years.
Maybe ever.
And then—oh fuck.
The pleasure crests so fast, so hard, I barely have time to realize it’s happening before I’m thrown off the edge. No warning, no control—just pure, helpless release. Another one.
I can’t get the words out. I just hold onto him, gasping for air in the thick humidity as my pussy clenches, crushes, and squeezes around his thick length, pulling him deeper, refusing to let him go.
“Fuck,” he grits out. His entire body tenses as he tries to hold on, but then his rhythm stutters, his grip tightens, and his cock twitches inside me.
“Fuck. You’re pulling me in. I—shit.”
Gabriel jerks back and pulls out—just barely—slipping out with only a second to spare. His arm stays locked around me as his other hand grips himself, stroking rough and fast as he aims downward. Then he groans, tips his head to the ceiling, and releases all over the floor.
I watch, entranced, as cum spills from the swollen tip of his dick, landing on the wet tile, streaking down his thigh and dripping onto mine.
The water rushes most of it toward the drain, but I don’t want it all to go. I don’t want all of him to just… disappear. For this wild night where I’ve reclaimed my own right to feel pleasure to be gone.
So, before I can second-guess myself, I reach down, scooping up a streak of white that landed on my leg before the water could steal it. Then I bring it to my lips so that he can see, spread my fingers and part my lips, sucking them clean.
Salty. Warm. Masculine.
But there’s something else, too. Something deeper.A man who cares about women. A man who takes his time. A man who wants to be sure you trust him before he touches you.
Gabriel watches, eyes blazing, silent as he breathes through the last shudders of release. Then, without a word, he reaches for my washcloth, his touch unexpectedly tender as he wipes the rest away—down my legs, between my thighs, lingering just enough to make me shiver.
Once I’m clean, he twists the shower knob, cutting off the water, and then steps out. A second later, a thick towel is wrapped around my shoulders, swallowing me whole. He’s got another tucked low around his waist covering him up.
Then, just like before, he picks me up.
I let him.
He carries me to my bed, peeling back the covers before tucking me under them, like I’m something precious. Something worth protecting.
“It’s fucking freezing in here,” he mutters, pulling the blankets higher around my neck until I’m cozy. “I’m not leaving you to sleep like this.”
“It’s okay,” I whisper, my body already sinking into the mattress. The exhaustion mixed with too many orgasms to count is hitting me hard and fast. If I don’t pass out in the next ten seconds, it’ll be a miracle.
“Not a fucking chance,” he grumbles. “I’ll be right back. I’m getting a space heater from my house.”
I blink, half-conscious, and push up on one elbow as the towel slips down my chest. “You’re naked. And isn’t it snowing outside?”
Gabriel glances down at himself like he forgot he’s only wearing a towel, then sighs, heading back into the bathroom. A second later, he’s pulling on his jeans and yanking his shirt over his damp hair.
“I’ll be back.”
