There’s no talking after that for a bit.
He pins me to the tiled wall, his mouth on mine, his cock thick and hard against my belly as his hand drifts between my legs.
He groans when he finds my clit, when he feels the way I react to his touch. He’s in no hurry, kissing me and stroking me until I’m slick. And then teasing me, rubbing us together on the outside, his cock sliding against my clit as he ruts it up between our bellies like a trapped snake, his balls slapping against my aching, eager entrance.
I squirm higher, pressing my arms on his shoulders, trying to climb to the tip of him so it can notch where I want him the most.
He yanks me back down again.
I laugh and rock my hips, chasing what I want.
I pant against his mouth, a wordless plea.Please, Zane.
He drops to his knees and puts his tongue there instead. His thumbs hold me open in a way that makes my clit throb.
“That’s it,” he says against my sex. “Can’t have my girl rushing to do something too quick. Gotta make sure you taste ready.”
His voice is thick, and as he works his tongue over my very ready flesh, he closes his eyes and takes a big, deep inhale.
The burning need inside me turns into an absolute inferno. “Zane, please.”
“Tell me.”
“I need you inside me.”
He thrusts his tongue deep.
It’s good, but it’s not big enough.
I rock my hips, desperate now.
“That’s it, yeah.” He sucks on his lips as he stares up at me. “You taste ready for my cock now, gorgeous.”
Surging to his feet, he lifts my thigh over his hip, creating space to notch us together.
I wind my arms around his neck and cling to him as he sinks inside, stretching me open, filling that aching, empty want inside me. Promising me a satisfaction I never knew before him.
This is different.
It’s different because it’s Zane, it’s different because we’re standing up, and in the shower. It’s very different because I can taste myself on his lips as he slants his mouth across mine.
But mostly it’s different because of why I want this.
I let my hormones get the better of me more than once, chasing a hungry feeling that never got satisfied properly. Now I know that as good as it feels for Zane to ease himself into my body, being thick and hard and taking up space, I know it’ll feel even better after, once he’s flooded me with his release and he keeps holding me.
This is different because it’s everything. It’s want and satisfaction woven together.
And the sound he makes when he’s finally nestled deep between my legs, cock buried to the root, is the best thing I’ve ever heard. A low, possessive, claiming growl.
“Mine,” he adds for clarity.
“Yours,” I promise.
“You don’t need to feel empty anymore.” He nips at my lips as he starts to move. Slowly, pulling his thick shaft out an inch, then thrusting deep again. Punctuating each thrust with a promise that’s about so much more than sex. “You’re always mine, you understand? I’m the man you come to when you’re feeling empty.” Thrust. “When you want a kiss.” Thrust. “When you need a hug, or—”His voice breaks, and he snaps his hips. “—if you’re feeling scared, too.”
I rock my hips, meeting his thrusts, working myself against him as I get slicker. “Zane…”
“I want to be all of that for you.” Thrust. “Let me take care of you.”
