Come Together (The Cityscape 3)

I felt relaxed after our sweet and sensual bath the night before. Finally I’d told my story, emptying myself of the past I’d locked away and tried to forget. And he had listened through it all – not only heard but listened. It was time to let him fill me now.

“Good morning, beautiful.” I blinked from the memory and looked at my gorgeous man. All mine. He stood in the bathroom doorway in nothing but his low-slung grey sweatpants and a toothbrush working in his mouth. It is a good morning. Who knew a Monday morning could be so good?

“Morning,” I replied, licking my lips. Those grey sweatpants, drooping on his hips, were a reminder of our first night together. Chaste as it was, they stirred all sorts of fantasies in me. His torso was long and tan, pecs of steel, arms and shoulders that personified strength and power. I thought I could die there on the spot if I knew I’d never get to feel the crush of those biceps again. His hair was tousled, unruly from sleep and fuck . . . those grey sweatpants.

He raised an eyebrow at me and stopped brushing. “Love that your office is right by mine. I’ll drop you at work today. Cool?”

I nodded and took a deep breath. My thoughts were jumbled by the fact that he was half-naked and full sexy in front of me. His six-pack became more defined as he brushed, and it reminded me of the way his abs would flex when he was on top of me, thrusting away.

As soon as he disappeared into the bathroom, I scrambled out of bed. He was bent over to spit when I walked in, and when he glanced up, I caught his eye in the reflection. I stripped off my white satin nightie in one motion and flung it at him. He snatched it midair with his free hand as I continued to the shower. He was hot on my tail and as soon as I’d stepped into the stream of water, he was there, shielding it with his massive shoulders.

My face was in his hands for a rough kiss before he slid one hand down my back to grip my ass. He pulled me against his hardness, but there was only one thing I wanted desperately in that moment. I pulled away from his mouth and dropped to my knees. Bracing myself against the shower bench, I took him in my hand and wrapped my mouth around him.

“Jesus,” he said.

I took him to the back of my throat and then drew back slowly, sucking as I did. I relished the feel of him growing bigger and harder against the softness of my mouth, the brackish pre-cum that made my jaw tingle.

My tongue greedily paid respect to every ridge and vein of him. I licked anywhere I could, swirling the tip of my tongue over and under his crown until his groans echoed through the bathroom and the glass rattled from the force of his fist. My eyes flicked up to his as I held his base in my hand and opened my throat to take all of him.

I was feeling powerful, watching the effect I had on him, until one deep, rolling grunt easily muted my soft moans. He leaned himself on the wall behind me. “Hands,” he clipped. I immediately clasped them behind my back. With one hand still propping him against the stone, he took the other and tangled it in my hair as he took over. He thrust deep once and only pulled back when my eyes watered and my throat constricted around him.

“Oh, baby, yes, yes, yes,” he grunted with each flex of his hips, tilting my head up and demanding my eyes meet his. I grabbed his ass and urged him deeper, excited by the way he was unraveling for me. Right as I vibrated a moan against him, he flooded my mouth with thick semen. I swallowed the nectar, thick and gummy as it shot down my throat and dribbled down my chin.

“Fuck,” he said, resting his forearms against the wall. I coughed into my fist to quell the burning in my throat. When he spoke again his words were ragged but curt. “Get up.”

I hurried up between him and the bench, weak in the knees for what he was planning.

“Turn around, grab the edge.”

I faced the wall and bent over to steady myself against the bench. His hand ran up my right thigh, and left for only a second. The bathroom resounded with the sound of his hand connecting with my ass. My grip tightened on the edge.

“Stay.”

My breathing grew jagged, and the muscles between my legs quivered as I steeled myself to receive him. I bit my lip when I thought of how he’d just come hot and out of control in my mouth. I was impatient, wanting to feel him inside me, taking what he needed. I almost bit my lip off when I let my head fall between my arms and saw his naked size fourteen-and-a-half feet.

I felt a soapy hand between my legs. “David,” I whined. “Please.”

“Please what?” he asked huskily.

“Please, I’m so ready.”

He skated one hand up my back and grasped the ends of my hair, pulling softly. He set his other palm on my backside and rubbed it gently. I cried out when it fell against me with more force this time. “What for?” he asked.

“To get fucked,” I begged.

“How do you want it, baby?”

“Hard,” I rasped. “I need it.”

His hand returned between my legs, opening me up. I was trembling as he played with me, alternating between rubbing my clit, inserting a finger and rubbing my wetness over me. When I felt the pressure of his cock against me, I shuddered.

His other hand pulled my hair at the same moment he shoved into me, propelling me forward. I gasped, my knuckles whitening on the edge. He slid out and then inched back in so I felt myself stretching and then closing around him.

“You’re made for me,” he growled.

“Because I’m yours.”

He gave me another hard thrust, bouncing me forward. “You know I fucking love when you say that.”

His body closed over mine, and his breath was hot on my shoulder. He rocked into me, picking up his pace as he tugged on my hair.

“Pull it,” I pleaded through gritted teeth. His fist tightened and yanked. He kissed the skin at the nape of my neck and then between my shoulder blades, all the while driving steadily into me. He wrapped both hands over my shoulders, straightened up and began hammering me as he pulled me back onto him.

I squeezed my eyes shut and whimpered as I took him to the base. “Oh, God,” I yelled into the bite of pain. I braced myself against the bench and pushed back harder.

“Christ, yes, give it back to me,” he uttered. I faintly registered the sound of slapping skin echoing throughout the shower. As one hand knotted back into my hair, he spanked me again.

Then he was pulling on my biceps, demanding my hands behind my back. His fingers wrapped around my wrists, putting me in his complete control. His grip tightened and my arms twisted as he took me fast, growling from behind gritted teeth as he got closer.

This was his finale; this was how he wanted me to come. My breath caught as my insides coiled for him, lost in the sensation of submission. My toes curled into the stone floor; I held on and clenched around him, squeezing his dick and eliciting incoherent words of praise from him.

As I tipped over the edge, I had the urge to grab something and hold on, but he still had me tightly in his grip. I could only focus on the heat rippling through my body in rays of molten bliss and somewhere in my consciousness I heard his roar, felt his warmth begin to flow, pouring himself into me, only me, I’m doing this to him.

I fell to my knees, and once I was down, he released my wrists.

“Jesus,” he said, staring at me, his breathing labored. “You’re on fire in the morning.”

I only looked back at him, blinking and trying to catch my own breath. “It’s your fault,” I said as he bent down and hauled me to my feet. “Those sweatpants . . .”

His eyebrows shot up. “Sweatpants?”

“You, shirtless, sweatpants,” I managed. “Super sexy, honey.”

He grinned. “You blow me first thing in the morning. Then you let me fuck you to your knees. Now you’re telling me I’m sexy?”

“Not sexy. Super sexy,” I corrected.

His eyes darkened, and he seized my waist, jerking me to him. “Mmm,” he moaned against my mouth, squeezing me. “I love your pussy that wet, your wrists in my hands, letting me give it to you hard as I can. You’re

so tight, but you take it.”

I nodded against his mouth. “I can take it,” I whispered.

He drew back slightly, and his eyes were different; softer, but still intense. “Christ, I lose myself in you. I could fuck you again right now, just as hard. I’m like a damn teenager.”

“I lose myself too,” I said softly, running my hands along biceps I would never tired of touching.

“Is it too much?” he asked.

I thought about the rolling, destructive orgasm that had just brought me to my knees and shook my head. It was his utter and complete control that had taken me there. “Oh, God, yes, too much, and it’s perfect.”

He kissed me deeply before trailing hard kisses over my temple to the top of my head. I let him hold me for a minute before pulling back. “I’m going to be late,” I reminded him.

“I’d better start setting my alarm earlier,” he said. I laughed, even though he hadn’t meant it to be funny. “Holy fuck,” he said to himself, shaking his head.

~

I wiped drool, real or imaginary, I wasn’t sure, from the corner of my mouth. Watching David get dressed for work was as beautiful a way to start the day as anything I could think of. It was hard to believe that we’d only really been doing this a few days. He’d shaken me from my waking sleep and introduced me to a life of color, hope, love and sex. Rip-roaring, amazing, out-of-this-world sex. He flipped his collar and did up his tie in the mirror while I gaped like an audience member at Cirque du Soleil.