“Baz, don’t stop!”
“Shit, I couldn’t if I wanted to now.” His hips take on a life of their own once he’s fully buried inside me. “Shit, Stevie.” He pounds away, latching onto my breasts as he strikes my sweet spot again and again.
While kneading my chest, Baz hits his stride, driving us both to the peak of pleasure. The twinge of pain as my pussy clamps down adds a rough edge to my impending orgasm. I’ve never experienced a sensation so potent. A man so potent.
“Ah, baby, come with me.” Baz pumps harder, jerking me forward with every thrust. “I want to fall with you.” The exertion in his voice, the stroke of his cock, and pulse of my pussy sends me to that place. The place he wants me to go.
“Baz!” I cry out as I rupture. Wetness coating us both.
“Yes!”he hisses right before he pulls out and I feel the warm spurts of his come shower my ass.
“Fuuuuuck,” he forces out hoarsely as he jerks himself off. The audible sound of his strained breath the ultimate turn-on.
I rest my cheek on my arms with my ass still up in the air as I recuperate. Shit, that was beyond amazing.
“Mmmmm. . . .” Baz circles his come into my skin with both thumbs. “That’s a gorgeous sight.”
I peek over my shoulder to find him biting his lower lip, overly gratified. “What is?” I question, sated.
“You, just like this, marked all over.”
“Do you think you just staked some kind of claim?”
The way his eyes smolder tells me the answer is yes. And somewhere deep down that elates me. Although it shouldn’t. None of this should be happening, but I just can’t fucking help myself. I have no restraint when it comes to Baz. And no remorse either. I don’t regret what just happened, and I’m counting the minutes until we do it again.
“Told you you’d fit.” I wiggle my butt at him.
“As snug as a bug.” He spanks me, and I jump.
“Maybe not that comfortably.”
“We’ll get there.” The lust is evident in his voice. “You were so fucking tight I’m surprised I lasted that long.”
“You should have more faith in yourself,” I tease him.
“I’ll try and take your advice. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Baz helps me to stand then plants a firm, sweet kiss on my neck.
“What was that for?”
“Nothing. Just a gesture of affection.”
I smile a small, insecure smile. “I’m not used to gestures of affection.”
“Well, get used to them. You’re with me.” He kisses my neck again as we move toward the bathroom.
Once inside the grey and white room, Baz turns on the shower, and we step in when the water starts steaming. Before placing me under the spray, Baz releases my bun from the elastic. My long locks fall around my shoulders and cover one of my eyes. Pushing my hair out of my face, Baz urges me under the running water. He washes the come off my backside then takes the liberty of washing my hair. As soon as he squirts the shampoo into his hand, the stall is engulfed in a familiar woodsy scent.
“Sorry if it smells a little too masculine. It’s all I have.”
“I don’t mind smelling like you.” I tip my head back. “I like it.”
“I like it, too.” He washes the soap out with expert care.
“Do I get a turn?” I look up at him through the drops of water caught on my eyelashes.
“I was hoping you’d ask.” He grins and I melt. When did I become such a fool for this man?
I squeeze some shampoo into my hand as Baz leans forward so I can reach his head. I use my nails to scratch his scalp as I lather up his shaggy, brown hair.
