I step back and release her and she goes to turn.
‘No. Stay facing the wall.’
She does exactly as I ask. Her gorgeous body is bound, her luscious round arse barely concealed beneath the triangle of red, her shoulders shuddering with every breath she takes. I throw my shirt aside, uncaring of the phone still tucked inside, and shuck the rest of my clothes until I’m naked and so fucking hard I fear I’ll come before her. And then I remember...condom.
I take one out of the discreet container in the vanity unit and tear it open, my eyes feasting on her bound and waiting as I sheath myself, my teeth gritted against the sensation that feels more teasing than it should thanks to my heightened state.
‘I want you.’ I come up behind her, my mouth to her ear. ‘So badly.’
I nip at her lobe and she whimpers, her arse wriggling back, seeking out my hardness.
‘I want you more than I’ve ever wanted another soul.’
The words are out before I stop them. But they are the truth; this is true. And I don’t want to suppress it. I can be honest in sex.
I hook my fingers into the band of her bottoms and roll them down her thighs, bending my knees as I lower myself down her body, my tongue following the same teasing trail.
‘Step out,’ I say as my fingers brush her ankles, her teasing anklet, and strip the fabric from her feet. I toss it away and take my time as I rise back up her body.
‘Step wider.’
She shuffles her feet apart, so obedient, so fucking hot.
I reach for the shower head once more and bring it over her front as I lower my mouth to her ear.
‘I’m going to make you come with this.’
She goes to turn and stops, remembering my command as she turns her head instead.
I raise the shower head, my grin loaded. ‘Another first?’
She doesn’t have to answer me. I know. I can read it in her face. I take hold of the bands between her shoulder blades again and turn, encouraging us to rotate so she’s facing the glass wall of the shower and the mirror beyond.
‘See how sexy you are?’
Her mouth is slack with desire, her colour high, her eyes shying away from the image she presents.
‘Look, cara, see you as I see you...’
She focuses, her eyes sweeping over her length before connecting with mine through the mirror. ‘Do you see?’
She wets her lips, nods.
‘You are exquisite.’
Her lashes flutter as she takes in my words.
‘You are not boring. Your ex was a fool. You deserve to be worshipped, adored...’
Loved. I want to say loved. It’s there, choking up my throat, and I force it down as I trail the jets over her front, smooth my hand over her curls and slip inside her folds. I spread her open to our gaze, to the jets that I send lower, lower still, until she rocks back against me, her cry trapped in her throat, her body pulsating against mine...
‘What the...? Oh, my fucking God! Raf... Raf!’ I feel her pull against her bindings. Her body shudders as the water works over her clit, unrelenting, incessant, and she’s stiffening up head to toe.
‘That’s it, cara, let go.’
She’s whimpering, her body lifting on her toes, pressing back against me. Her breaths turn jagged, fast, and then she bucks, crying out so hard with her climax. It’s all I can do to hold myself steady, to stop myself from losing my all with my cock pressed tight between our bodies, my eyes feasting on the carnal sight before me in the mirror. It’s rippling through her with such force and I drink it all in, transfixed, the lustful haze fogging up my brain and making me want to drive myself deep inside her.
I ease the water away and palm her with my free hand as I hold her sated body against me and return the shower head to its holder.