I held onto him tightly, riding out the orgasm while he continued to take me harder and harder.
“Oh my god,” I whimpered. “Holy shit.”
“Shower?” Michael whispered in my ear.
I nodded, but couldn’t speak. My entire body was trembling with pleasure. My head was still spinning from the alcohol. Michael lifted me to my feet, and we hurried toward the bathro
om, both laughing as we ran.
Michael’s hands never left my body. He slapped my ass and groped my tits, caressed my skin and growled in my ear. When he reached around me to turn on the shower, his lips grazed mine, and I shivered again.
I grabbed him around the neck and kissed him hard. He held onto me for a second, his lips lashing against mine until his cock became needier than he could control.
“Come here,” he said roughly.
He whipped me around and pressed my tits and stomach against the bathroom wall. His fingers slid around my waist, flirting with my clit while he pushed his cock into me from behind.
“Oh fuck!” I screamed out.
Michael rocked his hips forward and bit my shoulder. I cried out his name and pressed my ass back against him while the shower water warmed up.
After he pulled me into the shower, he lifted me into the air and lowered me onto his dick. I held tightly to the shower wall while he bounced me up and down.
I came for a third time, then a fourth. I don’t know how long Michael and I spent changing positions that night, but by the time Michael finished once, my entire body was weak with exhaustion. And yet, I never wanted him to stop. I could have stayed in that shower riding his dick all night long.
“That was…” Michael began as we dried off and slowly made our way to the bed.
I collapsed backward onto the pillows, Michael climbing up beside me. We each reached for each other at the same time. Michael pulled me to him. I cradled my head against his chest, and he traced his fingertips over my still-trembling skin.
“You’re amazing,” I whispered.
“You bring it out in me,” Michael said, speaking just as softly.
All the animal need from earlier seemed to vanish as we held each other. Suddenly, it wasn’t just about sex. It wasn’t just about seeking pleasure. It was more than that. It was deeper.
Michael kissed the top of my head and played with my hair while my eyes fluttered closed. I fell asleep to the sound of his steady breathing and, when we woke the next morning, his grip on me was even tighter than before.
CHAPTER 16
MICHAEL
My head was buzzing as I slowly opened my eyes. Julie was still asleep next to me, curled on her side and still naked from the night before. I groaned and rolled away from the window to block out the sunlight streaming through the curtains. My head was already starting to pound with the beginnings of a hangover. After everything I drank the night before, I wasn’t surprised that my body was protesting this morning.
With another groan, I squeezed my eyes closed and rubbed my temples. I hadn’t felt this hungover since college.
“You’re awake,” Julie said softly. I rolled back over to face her. She was smiling at me, but her eyes were barely open.
“Good morning.” I smiled back and moved closer to her. “How’d you sleep?”
“I have no idea,” Julie said with a soft laugh. “I feel like ass.”
“Me too.” I laughed, but immediately regretted it. The motion jostled my head and made my stomach lurch with nausea. “Oh god.”
“We should eat something,” Julie said and pushed herself up. Her hand flew immediately to her head as she slowly adjusted to the new position.
“I’ll order room service,” I said weakly.
“You don’t have to do that,” Julie said. “We can go get something.”