I didn’t bother trying to get away from him now, using his hair as an anchor, grinding my pussy into his face. His hands trailed around to my ass so he could hold me still against his lips. Warm wet heat flashed through me, but I was empty. More than anything I wanted to feel him inside me again.
I tugged at his hair and he glanced up, his lashes feathered with water droplets.
“Get up here so you can fuck me properly.”
He leaned in and deposited one more kiss right over my clit, then stood in one fluid motion and clutched me to his chest again. “What were you saying about orders earlier?”
I narrowed my eyes and pulled his hair again. “You really want to go there right this second?’
“No.” His mouth took mine again.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he lifted me, bearing my weight easily.
He pulled away enough to meet my eyes. “Tell me how you want it. Let me take care of you.”
I struggled to get the words out, my body liquid and needy in his grasp. “Here, now, hard.”
His lips met mine and he slowly melded his tongue with mine, drawing me into his mouth.
I shoved at his shoulders, breaking the kiss. “That is not hard.”
“Woman, if you don’t let me do this, I’m going to—.”
“What?” I challenged. “What are you going to do?”
He pressed me back into the stone wall. Despite the hot water and steam, it dragged a yip of surprise from me. He shifted me down a few inches until I felt the hard jut of his cock between my legs.
“Yes,” I breathed.
He carefully held me with one arm, my legs wrapped around his lean hips enough to keep me in place. Then he delved his fingers along my pussy, opening me up for him. Once he had me where he wanted me, he shifted his hips the tiniest bit to nudge my entrance.
My thighs shook around him, as I’d been clenching them in anticipation. I dug my nails into his back, but he didn’t seem to mind. He stared down between us, watching as he glided into me an inch at a time. But I couldn’t watch. It was too much to see and feel. I would come way faster than I wanted to.
This was only the second time he’d been inside me, and every tiny bit of me lit up in pleasure and pain as he stretched my body open all over again. At least one of us remembered I’d been a virgin only a little while ago. Right now, all I could think about was getting him inside me, easing the ache for him that never seemed to dissipate.
Once he’d finished his slow thread to my core and our bodies were flush together, I couldn’t stay still. He’d held me around my ribcage so tight I knew I’d have bruises later, in his attempt to keep me from moving.
“Calm, Zoey,” he whispered as he used his free hand to tuck the hair behind my ear. “There’s something to be said for slow and steady, but don’t worry, I’ll give it to you hard once you’re used to me filling you up.”
I groaned, dropping my head against the wall with a thud. “I don’t know. I think you’re teasing me as punishment for being angry at you. For not listening.”
His chuckle brushed against my collarbones, then his lips followed, all the while he remained still and unmoving. Everything inside me demanded friction, sensation, stimulation.
I was perilously close to begging him when he finally arched his hips the tiniest bit to draw out of me.
I needed more. Tightening my thighs on him, I wiggled in his looser grip to drag myself down onto him once more.
I met his eyes in a challenge. “What? You know I’m the kind of girl who takes what I want. It’s not a surprise.”
“Damn it, Zoey. I’m trying not to hurt you.”
I clutched his face in my palms and drew our foreheads together. “You were careful already. Now fucking let go and give it to me hard. I want to feel this damn wall crack behind me.”
He growled, an actual growl, and seized my ass in his big hands. Oh, shit. Fear and excitement played alon
g my nerve endings, heightening my already unstable level of arousal.
Lightning fast, he dipped his knees, holding me steady, and pumped up into me.