Loan Shark Love

I watch his muscles move and flex as I squeeze around him, letting him glide inside.

“Are you okay, baby?” Grey asks, his hair brushing my forehead as he leans down.

I can’t help but let out a curse, and he swallows it with a kiss, pushing his tongue into my mouth. I feel myself let out a whine, feeling so full as he slides inside me inch by inch, making me reach out to palm at his shoulders with my hands and press my nails deep into his tan skin.

His breath leaves his chest in a moan, his head tilting back in pleasure as he thrusts in slowly, rolling his hips to bring me to that peak he knows I want, crave.

“You feel so good,” Grey breathes, making a low sound of pleasure at the back of his throat. “You’re damn tight, Rosie.”

“Faster, please, Grey,” I whimper.

He obliges immediately, ever the gentleman, shifting his body to change the angle of his strokes. His thrusts speed up, now hitting deeper inside me than before. I feel so full, and I never want it to end.

This new position and pace combined render me a panting mess, gripping onto his arms for support.

He really is my rock, dependable and strong.

I began to moan his name shakily, the pleasure beginning to be too much for me to bear. He wraps his arms around my waist and leans down to take my lips with his, swallowing my moans and mixing them with his throaty groans. We both must be so close.

I take my hand out of the water and reach down to rub my clit gently. My pleasure builds, pushing and pulling with his thrusts. He notices my hand and he shakes his wet hair.

“No, baby, let me,” he says as his long, slender fingers take over, rubbing me in perfect sync with his thrusts as he fills me again and again. I’m completely over the moon with pleasure, and my moans quickly falter into a heart-rending peak.

“You’re so beautiful,” Grey murmurs, panting, his dripping head rolling to the side, gazing at me in awe as I break apart under him. “Come for me, Rosie.”

The spark of my pleasure explodes in white-hot oblivion, and I cry out. Grey lets go with me, as he comes inside of me, his grip on me feeling like it might bruise. I hope it does.

Grey pulls out of me, and without warning, he lifts my limp and trembling body out of the cooling water of the tub. I let out a whimper as he kisses my forehead, carrying me to the shower on the other side of the bathroom.

The air has cooled as well and I shiver as we walk across the tiles of the floor. Grey hurries to turn on the spray of hot water.

“I’ve got you,” he says as he gently sets me down on the shower's matte tiles.

I gratefully sit under the water, soaking my hair and shoulders. Grey settles in behind me, and I want to melt into his embrace as he closes the shower door. I feel a pull toward him, like white-hot electricity or the surge of crashing wind that gathers a storm to the coast.

He holds me against his body, my back to his front, and leans against the wall, holding me halfway in hot water.

Grey pulls a shampoo bottle from the top shelf under the shower head and squeezes out a palm-sized amount into his hand before he massages it into my hair. I don’t think about my body or my size in Grey’s arms.

He makes me feel beautiful and wanted by him.

I feel like a goddess as he smoothes gentle fingers through my hair, and the bubbling suds slide down my body and into the drain below.

For a moment, I have a flashback to my senior prom. I remember standing by the tables in my expensive dress, watching my friends as they danced the night away with the boys that wanted them. I had never felt as lonely and unwanted as I did that night. It solidified the way I saw myself back then.

Now though, a beautiful man is wrapped around me, washing my hair, and I feel sorry for my friends. I’ve seen their boyfriends, and I’ve watched them get their hearts torn in two by men who are not fit to even polish Grey’s boots. Maybe all of my disappointments and shortcomings were leading me to Grey’s strong arms.

This feels like something written in the stars. Him and me.

Grey feels like the other half of my soul, and now that we’re together, I feel like I’ve finally been made whole. When I turn around, he presses his mouth to mine.

My need rises inside of him again, and as I run a hand down his chest, I can feel his member grow hard against my hip.