She’s staring at me, her brow knotted, when I wrap my arms tight around her and surge to my feet. She’s a quick study, hooking her ankles securely behind my back, and bringing us even closer together. But, still not as close as I want, and need.
It takes all my concentration to get us out of the shower and through to the master. After lowering us to the bed, I pull all the way out, before plunging back in as far as I can.
“Oh god, that’s, that’s...”
Her response is inarticulate and breathy, but I get that she’s enjoying this as much as I am. And yet it’s still not enough. After running my hands down the backs of her legs, I gently uncouple her ankles and hook them over my shoulders.
Only then do I sink into her welcoming embrace until I can go no further. A couple of short thrusts, and then I pull fully out before sinking leisurely back in.
It’s a pattern that starts out slowly but soon speeds up, with her meeting my every thrust. I don’t last long after she discovers what tightening her muscles does for me. Her cries filling the room, and her pulsing around my length, tell me I haven’t been alone.
It isn’t until we’re laying side by side, our heartbeats returning to normal that I realize the storm outside still rages. I drag Skye into my arms and hug her tight, secure in the knowledge that I’ve finally found my safe place.
