Page 82 of Swim To Me

“Always so fucking wet for me, Delilah.”

I’m burning up from the inside out, my heart and my head turning into twin piles of mush.

One of Grey’s hands flatten beside my head on the shower door, water droplets sliding between the webs of his fingers. With his other hand, I feel him notch himself at my entrance, his thumb pulling apart the left-hand side of my fleshy arse and swollen pussy lips to open me up wide to take him in.

“That’s it…” he all but coos. “Breathe for me. You can take me; I know you can.”

It’s a bit more of a stretch than usual without any prep, and I squirm away from a particular stinging pinch, but Grey holds me steady, peeling his hand away from the glass door to grip the ball of my shoulder tightly.

“Holy fuck,” I hear myself whimper once Grey fully seats himself, his pelvis kissing my arse. I’m near going mad with the need to get away and get closer. It’s too much and not enough, all at the same time.

I don’t have much warning before Grey is setting a relentless pace, still holding me in place with his hand on my shoulder,the other rolling my nipples, pinching them away from my body, strumming at my clit.

The glass rattles under our ministrations, the noise of the water hitting the tray drowned out by the sound of Grey and I’s bodies moving together in tandem, our groans and moans.

I clench when he hits a stupidly sensitive spot inside of me, his cock pressing insistently against my spongy front wall until I’m sure my legs aren’t going to be able to hold me up for much longer. I’m not far off coming, my whole body tingling with—

Behind me, Grey slows his pace and removes his thumb from my clit, ignoring the frustrated, choked sound I make. My fucking orgasm… I was almost right there!

“I want to see you work for it,” Grey says simply, hips pumping at a slow pace as if he’s moving through molasses.

When I go to protest again, clenching down around him on purpose, he pins my hands to the shower door just like he did the first time we had sex.

“You started this game,” he reminds me, sounding entirely too smug for my liking. “Now, I wanna see you work for it, fuck back up into me, make that arse bounce. I wanna to see how much you want it. How much do you want my cum, Delilah?”

That particular question is whispered deep in my ear, punctuated with a nip to my lobe.

I can tell by his tone he’s not messing around, and I want it. I want it so fucking bad I can’t breathe; I can’t think about anything else.

Without the use of my hands, I tentatively thrust my hips back, trying to recall any sex scenes I’ve read where something similar is happening.

But nothing comes to mind; surely there’s something I’ve read but my mind is too cloudy with the need for ecstasy that I’m drawing a blank.

I’d once teased Grey with the need to read a few of my romance novels so he could learn a thing or two, but I think right now, I’m the one who should be willing to learn.

He’s the teacher, after all, not me.

I bounce my hips back and forth, feeling him drag inside of me, but it’s not fast enough, it’s not hard enough. I can’t touch my clit because my hands are still pinned and—

“That’s it, Delilah. Keep going…” My skin prickles with heat, but I keep moving. I’m no longer sure if it’s the effect of Grey’s words or the warm water still raining down on us. “Good girl.”

My muscles are going to be fucking sore in the morning, maybe even in a few hours’ time, but I can’t stop now.

Not when… not when…

Taking pity on my pathetic whine, Grey grips my ribcage tightly and shifts me up and down, up and down, up and down…

I’m sure he’s going to leave bruises behind, but I don’t care, because I’m his anyway, so what does it matter if he leaves behind a mark.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” I cry when Grey reaches down to strum at my bud, contracting around him in waves.

My orgasm seems to last forever, Grey’s still playing with my pulsing flesh to draw out the most of my pleasure while my limbs turn to jelly. Sagging boneless, Grey takes practically all of my weight. He bands an arm around my waist, situating me however he wants me, allowing our skin to slap together.

Breathless, I pant, mindlessly watching my breath steam up the glass and then dissipate, coming down from my high.

Grey pulses hotly inside of me, growing even harder and then with a pained groan he suddenly pinches my clit and fills me.

A second orgasm rips through me, more on the painful side than I was expecting because of how sensitive my pussy throbs. I squeal loudly, squeezing my legs together, keeping Grey inside of me while my walls ripple.

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