My legs wrap around his waist, my arms around his neck. His breath is a ragged pant against my ear. In a single, fluid thrust, he's inside me.
A collective gasp escapes us both.
The stretch is exquisite. The feeling of him, so deep, so right, is a balm to my soul.
He doesn't move. He just holds me, buried to the hilt, and we breathe together, our foreheads pressed together, the water cascading over us. It's an intimacy that's more overwhelming than the most frenzied coupling. A silent acknowledgement that this is more than just sex. That this is something else entirely.
Something terrifying.
And something wonderful.
"Antonio," I whisper, and run my lips over his face, peppering his skin with kisses. "This is crazy. I know it's crazy." I say the words between kisses as he pumps in and out of me slowly. "We've only known each other a few weeks..."
He takes my lips in a long, drawn-out kiss as he fills me over and over, completing me. I moan into his mouth, my hips rocking to meet his.
"You've felt it too, then," he murmurs against my lips.
My heart is beating so fast I'm afraid it might burst out of my chest. "Since that first night. I feel like some kind of psycho, obsessed. What the fuck did you do to me?" I sob against his skin. I tilt my hips, driving him deeper.
He chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that vibrates through my entire body. "I've been losing my mind since you walked out of that conference room. I spent days moping in that damn hotel room, thinking about you. Your taste, your smell, your touch..." He kisses me again, his tongue delving into my mouth, claiming me. "I've never felt like this about anyone, Elsa. Never."
My walls clench around him at his words.
"It's insane," I breathe. "We barely know each other."
"I know you're stubborn, and brilliant," he says, punctuating each word with a hard, deep thrust, making me cry out with each one. "I know you're stronger than you think you are. And I know I want to spend the rest of my life finding out everything else thereis to know."
I lean back to look at him, really look at him, to see the truth in his eyes. And what I see there steals my breath. It's the same raw, vulnerable yearning that's been eating away at me.
"I know I love you, Elsa," he breathes. "I don't know how, but I know I do. I am irrevocably, undeniably in love with you."
"I don't believe in love at first sight," I whisper. "It's for people in fairy tales and romance novels." My hips rock in a slow, circular motion, and we both groan.
"Then what do you call this?" he asks, his movements stilling inside me.
"I don't know," I whisper over the lump in my throat, my emotions threatening to spill over. "All I know is that I'm completely, utterly lost without you."
"You have me," he says, "whether you want me or not."
And just like that, the dam breaks.
I let out a laughing sob, a messy, wrecked sound that's so full of emotion I barely recognize it as my own.
"I love you too," I sob, the words tumbling out of me, a torrent of emotion I can no longer contain. "God, Antonio, I love you too."
The words feel right. True. The only words that have ever truly mattered.
I'm not even sure who moves first, who closes the final, infinitesimal distance between our mouths.
Then the kiss isn't a kiss. It's a collision. A desperate, frantic clash of lips and teeth and tongues, a raw, primal expression of everything we've been holding back. It's a promise and a plea, a confession and a surrender.
My hands are in his hair, my legs wrapped tight around his waist, my body straining against his, desperate for more, for everything.
He responds in kind, his hands gripping my ass, pulling me harder onto him, his hips driving into me with a wild abandon that borders on feral.
We're not making love anymore. I'm not even sure it's fucking. It's a desperate, frantic act that's more about possession and claiming than pleasure. A need to crawl inside each other's skin and never, ever leave.
My back slams against the tile, the cool ceramic a sharp, pleasurable shock against my overheated skin. The water is still beating down on us, but it's nothing more than a distant roar, a background noise to the frantic rhythm of our hearts, the desperate gasps of our breath, the slap of our skin.
