I withdraw my fingers, add another generous coating of oil, and position myself behind her. The flushed head of my cock nudges against her slick, prepared entrance.
She turns her head, and our eyes meet over her shoulder.
“Thanks for saving my life,” she says quietly. “I wouldn’t have wanted to miss this.”
Emotion clamps around my chest as I push inside, the head of my dick disappearing.
A gasping moan escapes her, and I immediately stop. My hands grip her hips as I fight every instinct demanding that I take more.
“Okay?” I manage.
“More than okay. Don’t stop.”
I sink deeper.
Centimeter by centimeter, I work myself into her. Her body grips me like a fist, hot and snug.
When I’m fully seated, I pause. Both of us are breathing hard. Water pounds against my back as steam fills the shower, but all I can focus on is the place where our bodies connect. Where I’m inside her in a way no one else has ever been.
“Move,” she pants. “Please. I need you to move.”
I withdraw slowly and push back in.
The rhythm I establish is gentle at first, but Lila has other ideas.
“Harder,” she demands, shoving back against me. “I’m not going to break, Max. I want to feel you.”
Impossible to say no.
I thrust harder, her moans echoing off the tile. Her hands slide against the wet surface, and I cover them with my own, lacing our fingers together against the wall.
“This what you wanted?” I growl in her ear.
“Yes. Yes. Don’t stop.”
I fuck her with long, deep strokes that make her cry out with every thrust. It’s music so beautiful I want to record it and play it back on a loop.
My hand snakes around her and finds her clit. She jerks when I circle the sensitive flesh, a full-body shudder that makes her muscles clench around my dick.
“Be a good girl and come for me again, Lila.” I press a kiss to her shoulder. “Squeeze me tight.”
She shatters, each pulse of her release drawing a desperate sound from my throat as I keep thrusting, keep pushing her through the pleasure as I come in her ass.
“That’s it,” I murmur against her ear. “That’s my good girl.”
When the last tremor leaves her body, she goes limp in my arms. I pull out carefully and rinse us both off before turning off the water.
A smile plays at the corners of her mouth that makes my heart skip.
“That was—” She shakes her head. “I think you fucked all the words out of my head.”
I step out of the shower and grab an enormous fluffy orange towel from the rack. “Come here, beautiful.”
She lets me dry her with the same care I used to wash her, starting at her shoulders and working my way down.
Her eyes are dazed and glassy as she looks up at me. “Maxwell Lark, how are you real?”
“I could ask you the same thing, Lila Hart.”
