“We haven’t christened the bed. I plan on doing some exceptionally lurid things to you.”
“You’ll be disappointed again,” she blushes. She is still self-conscious about the fact that she cannot reach climax.
“Disappointed? Never,” I assure her, planting a tender kiss on her lips. I was so close to making her come this morning. So fucking close. She trusts me. She loves me. Her body is starting to respond to my touch. It might not happen tonight, but soon enough, I’ll make her come so hard she’ll bring down mountains and shatter the stars.
Reaching into the shower, I turn on the water and let it wash over us like rain. Tossing her sopping bra onto the tiled floor, my hands then reach for her matching lace thong, ripping it from her and drawing her hips against mine.
I spin her, watching the rivulets of water cascade down her glistening skin, drip from the peaks of her nipples, and tracethe curves of her waist. “You look beautiful wet, bug.” I nip at her neck and whisper in her ear, allowing my hands to trace the same path as the water. My fingers graze her full breasts and the soft curve of her stomach, then slide between her legs.
Katie gasps, her head falling against my shoulder as I curl two fingers inside her, feeling her wetness and the tightness of her muscles.
“You look better when you’re moaning my name.” Rubbing my thumb against her clit, her body trembles in response. “I can only imagine how devastating you’ll look when you finally come for me.”
Her moans grow louder, and her hand shoots out to the tiled wall for support as her legs begin to weaken. Her body arches into mine, seeking more friction.
Slipping two fingers inside her, her body jerks and she cries out.
“Aiden!” Her hand slips from the tiled wall, grabbing onto my forearm for stability, her moans grow more desperate. The other tangles in my hair as she pulls me closer, her nails grazing my scalp. “Fuck me. Please, fuck me.”
“Anything you want, bug,” I bend, positioning myself between her trembling legs. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been thinking about this moment for the last two months. “All you need to do is ask.”
I slowly enter her, stretching her walls to accommodate my size. Her gorgeous doe eyes lock with mine, and I feel her clamp down so hard that it feels like she’s trying to pull me deeper inside her. I press inch by inch, stilling to allow her to adjust to my girth when I can push no further.
She moans and I lean down, guiding her head to the side to capture her swollen lips with mine. Her tongue caresses mineat the same time she rolls her hips back and forth, meeting my every careful thrust. Her hands slide behind us, grabbing the curve of my arse, pulling me closer.
“I’m not made of porcelain, Aiden,” she growls, her eyes lock with mine, begging for more intensity.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” she grins against my lips. “I want to feel all of you.”
I draw out all the way to the tip, then slam back into her, causing her to gasp and arch her back.
I do it again, feeling her nails rake across my arms.
“Is this what you want, bug? You want me to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow?” I bite down on the sweet spot on her neck.
“Yes,” She gasps in response, her grip on me tightening.
I want her to stop making those noises and never fucking stop. The feeling of her alone is enough to make me combust. Her moans, her gasps, and her desperate pleas for more shred any remaining semblance of self-control I had left.
If I want to last, I need to avoid looking at her.
Don’t look at her. Don’t look at her.
I need to fucking look at her!
Grabbing her jaw, I guide her face towards mine again, locking eyes with her darkened, lustful gaze. Her mouth hangs open, she continues moaning my name like a prayer.
“I don’t want to stop.” My hips have a mind of their own, driving me deeper into her with each thrust.
“Don’t stop,” she begs, her nails slicing into my arms, drawing blood.
My teeth sink into her lower lip, eliciting a gasp. “I’m not wearing a condom.”
Katie shifts her stance, the angle allowing me to hit a spot that makes her cry out. “I’ve got the coil in.” She cries out again, louder this time, her body trembling against mine. “Don’t stop, baby, please!”
“I’m not stopping,” I growl, reaching down and dragging her foot onto my thigh, then the other.
