Page 56 of 4th Degree

His kiss is everything. Every desire I saw on his face a moment ago, he shows me with his mouth, and his tongue, and his hands.

His touch becomes greedy. Despite the water soaking our clothes, he manages to peel my shirt over my head and my shorts down my legs. Strong hands smooth over my ass, down my thighs, up to squeeze my waist. It feels like he doesn’t know where to touch first. He groans every time he tilts his head and slides his tongue across mine.

“Fuck,” he murmurs. “I told myself that if I got the chance to fuck you again, I’d look at you and take my time. You’re making a liar out of me, baby.”

Hearing him call me baby again has a whimper slipping from my lips and my hands scrambling to pull his shirt off. The second the drenched fabric passes between our lips, I’m back to kissing him, flattening my body against his and getting as close as possible. When his chest hair brushes against my nipples, a full-body shiver runs through me.

Suddenly, all I want is him inside me.

Reaching down, I slide my hand inside his shorts and wrap my fingers around his cock. One impatient stroke has him groaning and flattening me against the shower wall once more.

“I’m going to want to fuck you all the time now, aren’t I?” he muses, as he kisses and nips along my jaw. “This torture is going to be a regular thing. Every time you walk into the gym, I’m going to want to drag you into the office and bend you over my desk. And I’m going to be in pain until I do it.” He quickly pushes his shorts down, the soaked material landing on the shower floor so he can kick them away. Then he grips my thigh and lifts it to hook around his hip.

The new position has me on my toes, and him at the perfect height to slide his cock against me. Which he does, even before I let out a moan and grind down on his length.

“Fuck, Skylar.” That’s all he gets out before he’s driving inside me with one hard thrust.

I cry out at the stretch. He’s just so much. It doesn’t matter that I already knew how big he was, I have a feeling I’ll never get used to the way he fills me.

“God, you feel so good,” I say on a moan, my head dropping back as he starts to pump into me. From this position, I can grind down on him every time he thrusts, adding pressure against my clit.

He kisses along my neck as he fucks me. But then they become bites, his hands squeezing at my thigh and waist, and the need to get even closer to him, to get him deeper, becomes an absolute need.

He reads my mind and reaches down to lift my other leg to wrap around his waist.

“Oh my God,” I gasp, my thighs squeezing around him. “Oh my God, that’s so deep. D-Dominic, oh my God…”

He drops his forehead to my shoulder and lets out a deep groan. In this position, with him bracing my back against the tiled wall and his hands gripping my ass to rifle me up and down on his cock, he’s impossibly deep inside me.

“Fuck, Skylar, your pussy’s so tight.”

I let out a whimper and arch against him, my eyes fluttering shut. Between how deep he is and the way he’s grinding on my clit, I’m already burning up inside. His words are going to be the light to the match.

My eyes pop open when I feel him drop his mouth to my nipple. He suctions his lips over it, the pull echoing in my core. Arching again, I silently beg him for more.

He latches onto the other nipple with a growl. But this time, his touch comes with a bite of pain. I cry out when I feel him worry the pink bud between his teeth.

Suctioning over it again, he pulls once, twice, swirling his tongue around it until I’m shaking with the need to come.

“Dominic, please,” I whimper. “I’m so c-close…”

He straightens and takes my mouth in a blistering kiss. His hips never stop moving, but now they pick up in intensity until my breaths come in gasps. Where his hands dig into my ass cheeks, I can already feel the bruises forming.

“I’ve been dying to feel you come on my cock again,” he says against my lips. “I’ve been fucking my fist all week at the thought of it. Are you going to let me feel it now?”

I’m frantically nodding. I can feel the orgasm roiling inside me, threatening to incinerate me any second. I’m so close, so close, I just need?—

Dominic’s hand slips between us, his thumb fastening to my clit and rubbing quick, hard circles. And the next time he drives deep, deep inside me, my orgasm explodes, and I cry out, shuddering against him.

I’ve never been so full of someone, so full to the brim of pleasure and so overwhelmed by feeling them everywhere. My body becomes one giant live wire as the sensations roll through me.

I’ve just come back to reality when Dominic groans and his hand disappears from my clit. He pulls out and I watch as he wraps his hand around his length. And right as he stamps a hard, desperate kiss to my lips, I feel a splash of warmth on my stomach.

Eventually, the sounds of our sex are replaced by only the sound of the running water, interrupted only by our heaving breaths.

My arms are still wrapped around him, my legs tight but trembling around his waist. I don’t know how he’s still holding me up—if his heartrate that I can feel beating against my own chest is any indication, he was just as overwhelmed by that release as I was.

He sets me down gently. The shower is just big enough that he can take a step back from me, and I watch as his gaze trails slowly over my body, his pupils expanding with every inch covered.

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