Desperate for a mooring in this storm of sensation, my hands reach behind me, gripping his thick thighs, feeling the raw strength beneath his skin.
He shifts again, angling me just so, positioning my body so the water torments me further, cascading over my sensitive flesh. Each tiny movement causes it to wax and wane, teasing me until I’m panting.
Grasping the panties he had been holding to the side he gives a sharp tug. The fabric is there one moment and gone the next, a seamless motion beneath the water. No sound. No warning. Justneed.
With his new unfettered access, he explores every inch of my skin with his rough fingertips, an agonized moan falling from his lips.
I cry out at the interplay of sensation, the smooth warmwater and his rough heated skin playing a brutal tug of war with my flesh.
His lips brush against my jaw, tongue flicking out to taste the steam and sweat from my skin as his fingers slide through my sex, teasing, circling, exploring me thoroughly but never quite giving me what I need.
I whimper, frustration curling into my pleasure, and he rumbles another dark chuckle. I need something inside of me. I needhiminside of me to fill this desperate ache.
“So hungry,” he muses, dragging his sharp teeth over the shell of my ear and working his way down my neck, trailing kisses and nips. His tongue sweeps out, tasting the pulse pounding at my throat.
His fingers press deeper, apply exquisite pressure to my clit, and fuck—I’m writhing and moaning and grunting, feral for him.
His cock pulses between my thighs. It’s not just big. It’s hot like fever-warmed silk, slick, the veins along the length thrumming against my sensitive skin.
I feel ruined already, and he’s barely done anything. The only coherent thought in my mind is trying to get his massive erection inside of me.
A whimper catches in my throat at the thought of being filled by him, and I can feel his smirk against my temple as he leans in, lips grazing the shell of my ear.
“What was that you were singing earlier?” he murmurs, his voice a slow, sinful drag over my skin.
Song? What song? I can’t answer him when all I can think about is his hand is roving over my breasts. All I can feel is the heat of his impressive erection grinding against me. And that damn relentless water is driving me mad.
“Back that ass up?” he murmurs, every syllable drenched in wicked satisfaction.
I choke on a laugh, but it melts into a moan as he moves hishand back to my hip to pull my ass back further into him then rolls his hips, thrusting his cock between my thighs. The head drags against my clit, and my vision blurs.
I cross my ankles instinctively, tightening around him. Desperate for more contact with the heat pulsing between my legs.
His breath hitches, and a low, rumbling growl rolls through him, vibrating into my back, my spine, my core.
I barely register that I’m whimpering until I feel his fingers drag back down my stomach while his other hand continues to worship my breasts.
The heat of his skin burns, and when he spreads me open again, the sudden contrast of hot water and fevered flesh against my sex is devastating.
Oh, fuck, oh, fuck?—
I jerk in his arms, but he’s already holding me open, holding me still, his massive fingers bracketing my aching clit, trapping me against the pulsing current while I grind my entrance down against his shaft.
The heat builds too fast, too sharp, like every nerve in my body is learning his touch too quickly.
“Please,” I whisper, begging before I even know what for.
His dark, low chuckle echoes in the cavern. “You beg so sweetly, Winter Star.”
His cock slides wetly between my thighs, thick and smooth, teasing against my opening without entering. But oh, how I want him to. I grind down, shameless, seeking more—but he doesn’t let me have it.
Instead, his fingers replace the current, rubbing slow, lazy circles over my clit, making my body convulse in desperate, helpless shudders. Every time he rolls his hips, I feel another pulse of liquid heat against my thighs. My arousal—hot, slick, dripping between my legs, makes it even easier for him to glide against me.
“You are divine. Blooming for me like the rarest flower. I cannot wait to taste your sweet nectar,” he rasps over my neck.
I moan at the thought of him feasting on me.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Let me feel how much your body weeps for me.”
