I clawed his arms, gasping all over again as my pussy muscles stretched. His cock throbbed, still stretching me even though he’d fucked me at least four times the night before.
Okay, five but who was counting? We were both making up for lost time.
He pulled almost all the way out, holding just the tip inside. With an insidious smile, he plunged in again.
And again.
I was more than just breathless. I was spinning out of control, losing myself completely in the man. Every few seconds, he shifted locations, driving us both against the tile while we both laughed. Now under the water once again, he rolled onto the balls of his feet, switching the angle.
There went the piercing again, the electrified sensations the purest form of bliss. Breathing even more difficult, we both gasped several times as the pleasure began to spiral out of control.
Every laugh echoed, every sound he made sweet music. I’d be damned if this wasn’t the hottest experience of my life.
“Do you like how I fuck you?” he growled, the sound unlike anything I’d ever heard before.
“Maybe.”
“Just maybe?” Breathless, he dropped his head, biting my neck near my pulse. When he started sucking on the skin, several moans escaped my lips.
He was marking me. I’d never had a hickey before in my life.
“You are not!” I groaned.
“Oh, yes, I am.” His breath was as scalding as the water, so much so I cinched my eyes shut, concentrating on enjoying the moment. He pushed me further up the wall, driving into me with brutally hard strokes.
I raked my nails over his shoulders, tossing my head back and forth. Breathing in the dense space was becoming impossible. We were both gasping at this point.
The savage pounding continued until I was exhausted, incapable of pushing him away.
Not that I wanted to.
He refused to stop, his jaw clenched as he ignited every synapse, my core erupting in a wildfire. I’d be goddamned if he refused to stop.
“Come for me, my sweet Ambrosia.”
Fuck, the command in his voice was something I couldn’t deny or ignore. I could feel my fingernails ripping his flesh as a climax rushed into my system.
“That’s it,” he breathed and nuzzled into my neck once again.
“Oh. Oh…” My scream was sharp, unexpected and uncontrollable.
And he seemed to love it, rewarding me with thrusting even harder, the force tearing through me like a cyclone. Forget exhaustion. I’d drifted into sheer ecstasy.
I had no idea how long it took for me to drift down from the clouds. I also hadn’t noticed when he’d pulled his body away from mine. I had my eyes closed, a smile of sheer satisfaction on my face as I lolled my head to the side.
Even if I couldn’t breathe any longer, I just didn’t care. Yet when my body started sliding down the shower wall, he yanked me close.
“A little overheated, baby?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Then I guess I need to do something about that.”
I was vaguely cognizant he’d reached around me, turning off the water. When he opened the shower door, the rush of cold air was exhilarating, the shock of the temperature difference exactly what I needed to be able to breathe again.
For some crazy reason, I thought he was finished.
But I was oh-so wrong.
