Page 19 of Hot Stuff

“You’re big.” I swallowed, hardly recognizing my own voice.

“We’ll fit,” he promised. His hand reached out, and our bodies pressed against one another, skin to skin.

“You’re huge.” My hands skated down his abs, my eyes entranced with how they flexed. A droplet of clear fluid sat at his tip. I was tempted to touch him and lick it off.

“Baby.” His lips twitched. “We’ll fit,” he reassured me, and I nodded.

“You’re so warm,” I whispered. His skin felt overheated even through the hot water raining down on us.

“You’re soft.” His lips touched mine. “You still with me? We can stop,” he offered, and whatever hesitation I had been feeling vanished.

I rushed him, and somehow, he was prepared.

His arms engulfed my body and picked me up. My legs wrapped around his waist, and our mouths crashed together. Fused to each other, we didn’t have to say another word. We knew exactly what was going to happen.

He pressed his thick manhood against my entrance while the water from the showerhead pounded down on us. “Fuck, you’re soft. Warm, wet.”

“Dan,” I purred. “Please, fuck me.” I wasn’t above begging for what I wanted.

“No,” he growled. He took one long step and pressed my back against the wall, sliding his thickness back and forth against my pussy lips. Pressing his pubic bone perfectly against my clit. If he kept doing that, I’d come again. I had a feeling he knew.

“Dan, please fuck me.”

“No.” He shook his head. “I’m not going to fuck you,” he hissed, swiveling his hips just right.

“But—“

“If I take you, any way, hard and rough, soft and slow, it’s never fucking. Ever,” he laid out. The gravity of what he was saying, the intensity, I knew he wasn’t just giving me sweet words. He meant it. My lips parted. I couldn’t look away from him. His eyes pierced through me, and I felt it all the way to my soul.

“What is it? If it’s not…” I licked my lips. “If it’s not fucking, what is it, Dan?”

“I’m making love to you, beautiful.” His lips didn't quite touch mine. They hovered hairsbreadth close. “Making love,” he repeated, and I nodded.

God, that was a good answer.

“Make love to me, Dan. Please.”

“I should have you on a bed.” His lips touched my jaw, then my chin.

“Dan,” I gasped. A bed would have been good, and we’d get there, but I didn’t think I could wait. His thick tongue touched my pulse point. “Please love me.”

“Say that again,” he demanded in a low growl.

“Love m—” The words turned into moans when he thrust inside of me, filling me, stretching me to the hilt, stuffing me full with his cock. “Dan!” I cried out. My nails dug into his shoulders. He stilled, and his breathing sounded choppy.

“Shit, too much?” he asked, his body taut, almost trembling.

“No.” I shook my head. My lips tipped up, and I rested my forehead against his. “Perfect.” And it was. I felt full. Complete.

“Yes, baby, complete. Together always. Fuck. Can I move? I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“Please, please move. Love me. I need it. Need you, Dan. Please, baby,” I begged, and being the hot stuff he was, he did.

He moved in and out, pressing his hips against mine. Our breaths synced, and the heels of my feet dug into his ass. He moved like a man who was in complete command of his body.

“More. More. More,” I chanted greedily.

“Fuck!” he grunted, giving me what I’d asked for.

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