I’d give her anything she asked for.
I slid my hands up her stomach and filled both palms with her soft, heavy breasts. I squeezed them, rolling and tugging her nipples between my fingers, dying to pull more of those desperate noises out of her.
She cried out and pushed back against me.
I gave her what she wanted. I drove into her with the same steady rhythm, drawing loud moans from her. The sound of my hips slapping against her filled the steamy bathroom. My hands stayed on her breasts, calluses dragging over her nipples as I ground into her.
The mirror fogged up, but I never looked away from her reflection. I watched her fall apart, lips parted, gasping with every thrust.
“That’s it,” I growled against her ear. “Let it go. Just you and me right now.”
“Brock—please?—”
“Look at me.”
Her eyes met mine in the mirror, wild and hazy.
“I got you.” I thrust deep and hard. “Right here where you belong.”
She met my thrusts, rolling her hips back to take every inch. Being inside her like this was fucking with my head. Every little flutter and pulse squeezed tight around my cock.
I lost rhythm. “Goddamn, you feel too good. I’m not gonna last much longer.”
“Then don’t,” she panted. “I want you to come inside me.”
“No way, Starlin’. You first.”
I reached around and pressed my middle finger against her swollen clit, rubbing circles while I kept driving into her.
“C’mon, baby. Come all over my cock. I wanna feel you squeezing me.”
"Brock—" The word tore out of her, half a sob.
She clenched around me so tight I had to grit my teeth not to come right then. Her body went rigid, shuddering hard as her nails scraped the counter, moaning and pulsing around my cock.
That pushed me right over the edge. I drove into her one last time and came hard.
A rough groan ripped from my chest. I stayed deep inside her, spilling hot and heavy. She was clenching me tight, pulling out every drop.
I breathed heavy against her neck while the steam curled around us. The cool, fresh scent of peppermint from her shampoo still clung to her damp hair. The mirror had fogged over completely, our reflections hazy in the soft light.
We stayed locked together for a long minute, just catching our breath.
Eventually, she let out a satisfied sigh and turned her head to look at me.
“How’s that shoulder holding up, cowboy?”
She was trembling, completely wrecked against the counter, yet she still had enough breath left to get mouthy while my cock was still inside her.
A deep laugh rumbled out of me.
“Shoulder’s fucking perfect.” I rolled my hips just to hear her gasp. “Best damn physical therapy I’ve ever had.”
“Good. I’ll make sure to help you more often.”
“Anytime you want, darlin’.” I pressed a kiss to her shoulder before nipping it lightly. “Come on… let’s get you in bed.”
I grabbed a dry towel and wrapped it around her shoulders, then took her hand and led her into the bedroom. She sat on the edge of the mattress while I pulled the quilt back. I used the towel to pat the last drops of water from her skin before tossing it aside.
