It’s not comfortable on my belly or my hips, they might even be bruising, but it feels pretty amazing in other parts. He pulls out, grabs me, and then pulls me into the separate shower next to the tub.
“Did I pass inspection?” I ask, winded.
“The tub did not, but you? A+, Miss Sweetheart,” he says with a bright white smile that’s contagious. “But I’m not done with you quite yet.”
He strips, then strips my shirt and bra off me, and tosses them out of the shower, kicks his jeans and underwear out, and then the water is turned on as he walks forward, backing me into the silver tiled wall, which is heating up nicely as the water comes down. I’m lifted up by my hips with my back still against the wall and my arms and legs go around him.
“Like a capuchin,” he mutters against my lips before his tongue dips in and he tastes me.
“Capuchin? Are you calling me a monkey?” I ask.
He laughs against my lips and my insides heat up because being in his arms, wrapped around him under a waterfall showerhead with my back against the wall and now with his hard cock sliding back inside me as he continues chuckling - this is a great, great feeling.
“Yeah, I am. You had me in bed this morning the same; I was late for work because you wouldn’t let go.”
Something sharp but then beautiful bursts inside me. I think it’s euphoria. I grabbed onto him like that and he didn’t just leave? He let me? He was late for work because of it?
I look into his eyes and get lost in them as I grab his jaw with both hands and now I’m taking from him. I squeeze my inner walls tight around his cock while I lick at his tongue. He makes a sound of approval and drives up harder into me.
Hard, deep, delicious.
He fucks me against that shower wall like a man possessed, like a man who wants to leave marks. And I think he has.
But I love it.
The elastic slides out of my hair, making it tumble down, getting saturated by the shower before he grabs the length into his right fist. His left hand is under my ass, holding me against the wall while his cock slides in and out of me.
Slow. Deep. Perfect.
He releases my hair to expertly tease a nipple, then his fingers find their way between us. We both look down and watch his fingers play with my clit while his cock slides in and out of me. It feels like I could live in here, live off this. I could thrive under the gaze and touch of this man, this gorgeous man, just here in this glass and silver-tiled alcove.
I’m ready to come apart again. I’m close. So close.
“Yeah, baby.” He reads my reaction and increases the friction between my legs with his fingers but yet slowing the roll of his hips. I hit it and cry into his shoulder. He does not let up as I shudder, crying hard and loud into it, thinking about how I’m impaled on him, how he’s holding me, how he’s making me feel such bliss.
He comes, groaning as I feel his knees wobble for a second, and then he uses my hair to pull my head out of the crook of his neck and plunders my mouth with his before he slides out.
He blows out a breath and sets me on my feet before I watch him pull the condom off. My knees are so weak I have to sit down on the bench, watching him leave the shower to ditch the condom in the trash before he wraps a towel around his waist and grabs two more big, fluffy white towels from the rack. As I reach up and turn the water off, the shower door opens.
“Up,” he orders, so I stand and then I’m wrapped with the towel and then he’s got the other one on my head, gently drying my hair, then my legs and arms. I just stand there smiling, letting him do that, watching him do it with a look of focus on his face. Our eyes meet and he doesn’t smile. My smile slips and I blink a couple times, trying to gauge what his expression means.
He lifts me up into his arms as if I’m a bride, his bride, and carries me to his bed.
I bite my lip when he stops and stares at me intently. I search his face questioningly, but then he releases me and I land on the bed. I actually bounce, losing my towel.
His serious face vanishes as he laughs.
I laugh too.
And then I whack him in the side of the head with a pillow and he totters before he tackles me to the bed and kisses me again.