Violet’s eyelids flutter closed. I do it again, take it between my thumb and finger, roll it. She bites her lip.
“C’mere,” I whisper.
She comes to the edge of the shower stall, warm and wet and dripping, naked body slick. I can’t stop touching her as she kisses me, my hands gliding over her body, slippery and supple. She bunches my shirt in her hands, mouth open under mine, water dripping onto my belly.
There’s no resisting.
I shed my shirt, jeans, shoes in record time. I’m already rock hard as I step into her shower, my mouth on hers, pushing her against the cheap porcelain wall. It vibrates as her body hits it. A bottle of shampoo drops and clatters off a shelf, but we both ignore it.
I take her by the hips, slide a hand between her legs. It’s even hotter and wetter than the rest of her, and Violet moans into my mouth as I skim my fingers between her soft, velvety lips.
It feels right, electric, secret and safe and holy. I shouldn’t still get a charge from the way her hips buck against me when I brush my thumb across her clit, but I do.
When I’m with her, like this, the world falls away and nothing else exists. Reality is the heat of the water on my back, her mouth under mine, the way her body begs me for more. Reality is her nails on my back, my lips against her ear, her hand finding my cock and stroking it.
“I’m yours,” I murmur into her ear as I slide two fingers into her tight, hot entrance.
She gasps, moans, her mouth open, her head back. Her hand tightens on me. I slide a third finger in, kissing her neck. Her pulse races and I nip at her neck. I move my mouth to her collarbone, lapping up the water that’s collected there.
Her nipples are stiff but go soft in my mouth, between my teeth, her hand knotted in my hair. I stroke her inner wall with my fingers and her hips move with me, begging, pleading.
I love her like this, her defenses gone, still soft but demanding, all angles and curves. I fall to my knees, lips on her belly. Her breathing gets faster. I move my fingers harder, feel the shudder that moves through her.
I shift her weight, throw one knee over my shoulder and she grabs the curtain rod, steadies herself.
I tongue her clit, slowly, my tongue broad and flat and rough.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasps, like it’s surprise.
I love her like this, too: foul-mouthed and rough, her hand too tight in my hair, her pussy clenches at my fingers, squeezing so hard it almost hurts. I love Violet when she wants everything I have to give her. I love her when she begs for it, no matter what. For her, I’d stay on my knees forever.
I lap her, slowly. Carefully. I lick her hard, her body jolting with each pass, my fingers inside her stroke along with the rhythm. I don’t write my name with my tongue any more because I know what she likes. I know every shiver and nuance of her body.
Besides, she knows my name by now. It’ll be on her lips soon enough.
My cock throbs. A tremor moves through Violet’s body and in me it becomes an earthquake. I lick her faster, harder, want pounding through me. I push her harder against the wall, feeling the flimsy thing shake behind her. Something else clatters to the floor of the shower but I push myself deeper into her, drinking her in unceasingly.
“Eli,” she gasps and there it is: three breathless letters shot straight to my core.
“Make me come,” she whispers, and I’m helpless. Whatever I am in life right now, I’m her slave because I need this. I need her shaking and whispering my name, I need her trembling and coming and being utterly, completely mine.
I lick her rougher, harder, and she moans. She whispers my name like it’s a prayer and she whispers it like it’s a curse, and I never did know which I prefer. She trembles and she quivers and grips my hair until my eyes water and then, she comes.
And I love her like this. I love her undone and vulnerable, shaking against the wall of her shower. I love her in her pure animal state, thoughtless and wild. I love her when she’s mine like this, when she gives herself over to me and I give her this back.
It fades. I pull my fingers out of her, take her knee off my shoulder, lean back into the slowly cooling water of the shower. I make sure she’s watching me and I lick her off my fingers, one by one, because I like the way she tastes and I like the look in her eyes as she watches me.