"That's it. Let me hear you. No one can hear us in here."
His hands grip my hips as he sets a rhythm that's deep and claiming.
The sound of the shower water and skin slapping and our breathing fills the space.
"This what you wanted?" His voice is rough. "When you invited me in here? Wanted Daddy to fuck you against the wall?"
"Yes. God, yes."
"Such a naughty girl. But you're my naughty girl, aren't you?"
"Yes, Daddy. Yours."
One hand slides around to find my clit, and the dual sensation is too much.
"I'm going to—I can't?—"
"Yes, you can. Give me another one. Show Daddy how good he makes you feel."
His fingers work my clit while he pounds into me from behind, and I come with a cry that echoes off the tile.
"That's it. Fuck, I can feel you. So perfect." His rhythm falters. "I'm going to come. Where do you want it?"
"Inside. Please. I want to feel it."
"You sure?"
"Yes. I'm on birth control. I'm clean. Please, Daddy."
"Fuck." Three more deep thrusts and he buries himself completely, groaning my name as he comes.
I feel the warmth of him inside me, and something primal purrs with satisfaction.
Mine.
We stay like that for a moment, both breathing hard, the water washing over us.
Finally, Tyler pulls out carefully and turns me to face him.
"You okay? I wasn't too rough?"
"You were perfect."
"Good." He reaches for the soap again. "Now let me actually clean us up before the hot water runs out."
This time, his touch is purely practical. Washing away soap and sweat and the evidence of what we just did.
When we're both clean, he turns off the water and wraps me in a fluffy towel.
"That was..." I can't finish the sentence.
"Yeah." He pulls me close. "Not how I expected this afternoon to go, but I'm not complaining."
"Me either."
He towels us both off and quickly dresses. I stand there, wrapped in a towel and finally say, "I forgot to bring clothes.”
"Right. Of course." He clears his throat. "I'll grab you something."
