There. His fingertips slide over my clit. It's smooth, seamless. I shudder, immediately struck with a wave of bliss. He really is good at this.
He sucks on my neck as he strokes me. Little by little, my taut muscles relax.
Pleasure builds in my sex. Every touch of his fingertips is magic. I allow my eyes to close.He holds me tighter. No doubt about it, if it weren't for his grip, I'd be a puddle on the floor. I'm already halfway there. Upper hand. Who cares? As long as he keeps touching me like this, he can have every ounce of control.
It's just sex.
It's just pleasure. Things can feel good. I can feel
good. The world can be good.
In this moment, it's obvious. In this moment, nothing can hurt me.
This is fun. I'm going to have fun. I'm going to enjoy every single moment.
Miles plants kisses along my neck and shoulders. His touch gets faster. Harder. When it's perfect, I groan. My eyes blink open. The water is pounding against my chest, melting my body into his. Warmth spreads through me.
Almost.
I shift my hips to match his movements. My ass presses against his crotch. He's hard.
God, do I love the way that feels.
I lose control of my breath. I reach back for Miles, grabbing onto his thighs. Those are such amazing, muscular thighs. Slick from the shower, but that won't stop me. I dig my nails into his skin as he strokes me.
The tension builds, and builds, and builds. It's such a wonderful ache, and he's the only thing that can soothe it. I moan, digging my nails into his skin until his breath gets heavy. He sucks on my earlobe, hard, like it's the only thing he can do to contain himself.
One more brush of his fingers and I'm there. At the edge. His breath sends me over, tumbling into an intense orgasm. It's this heavy ache of pleasure, spreading out from my sex to my stomach and chest and lips. Every part of me feels so damn good.
Sex.
Fun.
That's all this has to be.
Miles groans. He brushes his lips against my neck. "Time to go for four."
I press my ass against his crotch. Yes. He's still hard, and now that's mine.
"How's your balance?" he asks.
"Could be better." I press my body against his. "I'm awfully distracted."
His lips trail over my shoulders. "I'll make it quick."
I plant my hands on the tile without provocation. He doesn't waste any time. His hands go to my hips, tilting me so I'm in position. I feel his cock straining against my sex.
He shifts, entering me. I let out a heavy exhale. It's intense and a little painful but it's damn good.
Miles holds me steady as he thrusts into me. His breath is heavy already. Desperate already. His hand goes to my chest. He rubs my nipple with his thumb, toying with me until I'm groaning so loudly I can't hear the water. Then he moves to my other breast and does it again.
He's more gifted than any person should be.
Every inch of my body is humming with pleasure. It's crying out for more. He's inside me, holding me, touching me, and still I want more.
I throw my head back, so my cheek is pressed against his. His hand goes to the back of my head, and he turns me until our lips connect.
It's a perfect spark. That buzz of pleasure goes straight to my core. I slide my tongue over his. I suck on his lips until I can feel his moan in my mouth.