Always the One (Always and Forever 1)

“I’m in the shower!” I shout back, dipping my head under the spray of the showerhead to rinse the shampoo.

“I take that as an invitation.” My body jolts, jumping when he climbs in the shower with me.

Engulfing me in his arms, he brings my back to his front. “It’s warm in here, it was fucking cold outside.” He’s rocking us slowly, up and down, as he bounces on the balls of his feet, trying to get warm.

“I saw the snow. Does that mean we’re skipping out on snowboarding until tomorrow?”

“We’re gonna wait until tomorrow so we have new, fresh snow.” He releases me and grabs his body wash. I step back a little more, taking the next few seconds to appreciate the way he washes his body. He is pure man, defined with the perfect amount of muscles and veins. His lean six-pack leading to his impressive member.

“If you’re going to look at it like you’re starved, you better be ready for it to get hard.” He’s insatiable, growing hard in less than five seconds. I didn’t know men could get off that much in such a short period of time. Last night, between the two of us, we shared multiple orgasms. It was paradise. My euphoria. The way he manipulated my body to feel different things was out of this world. No wonder people get addicted to sex, because I sure as heck am already.

“I’m sorry, I was just admiring you.” He smiles, showing his dimples. I feel my legs tighten and core clench.

“You’re such a temptress.” He grabs me by my ass and lifts me, pushing me against the wall. The cool tile hits my back and I shiver, only to be impaled on his waiting cock, flooding me with heat. That was unexpected. My arm shoots out to steady myself on the wall. Sliding his hand over my soapy arm, he connects his hand with mine, holding me in place as he invades me completely, filling me to the hilt. Our foreheads are connected, not breaking contact, our hot breath exhaling with each moan against each other’s lips. He’s grunting and pushing into me with a feverish pace, I’m still sore, but not enough to hurt. This is his second time filling me, last night he ate me out for hours, making me come over and over again, insisting I was too sore for his cock.

“Fucking so good.” I bite his lip in reward, I love feeling like the deviant sex goddess who can bring him to his knees.

“Shayla, I need your words, tell me what you’re feeling, tell me about my cock in you.” My eyes roll back in my head with his demand; I arch my back and push my hips down, sucking him into me deeper. He shouts, throwing his head back. His Adam’s apple bobs with his praise.

“You’ve ruined me, I can’t ever have anything or anyone else but you. You’re so big, Trey, like fucking…uhhh…huge.” He smiles then bites my neck, he liked that so much that his thrusts become uneven, he’s close and so am I.

“More. Tell me more, Shayla. I want you to come, tell me what you want me to do.” The tremble in his voice, so low in my ear, makes me ride on him harder, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“Pinch my clit like you do. I wanna come on your cock.”

“You dirty girl.”

“You make me want to be bad, I want you all the time, Trey,” I confess. I’m so turned on I can’t hide what I’m feeling.

“Be bad for me, baby. I’ll play with your clit, you like that?” He flicks the tight nub and my desire kicks into overdrive, racing for the finish line. He’s watching me with fierce intent; he enjoys making me come. Damn, he’s generous.

“Yeah, I like that, oh, yes. I’m coming.” Pounding into me, my back sliding up and down the tiled wall, water cascading around us, steam causing us to sweat, I come hard.

“Oh fuck, I’m there with you, beautiful.” Circling my hips, I suck him dry. His eyes closed and lips parted from his orgasm. Spasming one last time, he places me on my feet and towers over me, leaning us against the wall with me caged in.

“Now that’s what I call a dirty shower,” he whispers, letting the water wash us clean.

Yes, it was.

“HEY! YAY, GIRL TIME! No boys!” I laugh along with Lana’s excited outburst. I’ve missed spending time with my best friend. Between work, getting an investor, and me spending time in my new relationship with Trey, our girl time is few and far between.

“I know, because they have cooties.” We walk into the spa and I take in the serene surroundings. It smells like lavender and the room is white with a touch of soft pink accents, making it feel homey and comfortable. I really need to thank Trey for this one. Maybe that lingerie will make an appearance at some point during this trip. I smile inwardly at this thought.

“So, Trey mentioned you had a rough day yesterday. Everything okay?” We sign in and take a seat next to the round table that’s covered in a variety of fruits and vegetables.

“Oh yeah, I’m fine. Just worn out.” She doesn’t say anything back, and I look over at her to see if she heard what I said.

She did. “Tired. From a car ride? Weird.” Her inquisitive stare tells me I’m not fooling her. I almost kiss the ground the receptionist walks on when she calls our names. This saved me from telling her for at least a few more minutes.

“All right, ladies, go ahead and change into your robes, and I’ll be back in a few minutes to take you to your aromatherapy massages. The robes are behind the door of the changing room, and there is water in the mini fridge.” We both nod at her, giving a quick thanks. The second she leaves the room, I make a run for the bathroom. Finding anything to avoid the conversation.

She chuckles as I shut and lock the door. “This isn’t over. You are going to tell me!”

Dream on, lady. Just because I’m no longer a virgin doesn’t mean I’m going to start kissing and telling. I’m still shy. But that won’t stop Lana. She’ll pester me until she gets it out of me. Opening the door, I’m met by Lana. She’s standing there with her hip popped out and her stance is demanding. Her arms are folded across her chest, emphasizing her point.

“Did you guys sleep together?” Obviously, why else would I be so nervous to talk to her?

“Maybe.” I start blushing and the room feels ten degrees warmer. All I want to do is rip this robe off me, even if it’s comfier than heck.