Page 86 of Love or Tequila in Unexpected Places

In that moment, she knew that no one else could ever make her feel this way—so completely owned, so completely alive.

“God, yes,” Allison moaned, her voice echoing off the tile walls of the tiny bathroom.

After their first round—which had lasted almost forty minutes—they had decided to take a shower. Together.

The decision, at first, seemed simple enough, but they soon realized it was quite the challenge.

The hotel shower was barely big enough for one person, let alone two. The confined space forced Allison against Angelo’s chiseled body, her breasts pressing against his muscular chest, and her back sliding against the cool, wet tiles. Every movement was exaggerated in the cramped quarters, making her accidentally—or not so accidentally—rub herself on his semi-hard cock.

The not-so-accidental contact had eventually caused Angelo’s dick to firm back up to its gloriously hard state. The warmth of the water cascading over them did nothing to cool their rising desire. Each accidental brush of skin, each slippery movement, had led them to this.

Now, Angelo had Allison hoisted up by her thighs, her legs tightly wrapped around his hips. Her fingers gripped his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he pistoned in and out of her with precise, masterful moves.

His strength and control were evident in every thrust, every slight shift of his hips. The sensation of water spraying down on them only heightened the intensity, mingling with the sweat and the slickness of their heated bodies.

Allison’s head fell back against the shower wall with a moan, the cool tiles a stark contrast to the heat building inside her. She clenched around Angelo, her breath coming in ragged gasps, matching the rhythm of his powerful thrusts.

“Not yet, sweet girl,” he commanded against her skin as she clenched around his cock once more, her climax getting dangerously close.

His hands held her firmly, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs, keeping her steady as he drove deeper and harder, their bodies moving in perfect sync.

Fuck, how does he feel so good?

Water splashed around them, the sound mingling with their moans and the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin. Angelo’slips found her neck, kissing, nibbling, adding another layer of sensation to the overwhelming pleasure that consumed them both.

Allison’s moans grew louder, her body trembling as the tension built, coiling tighter and tighter inside her.

“Angelo,” she gasped, her voice barely audible above the rush of the water, “I’m so close.”

“Me too,” he groaned, his voice thick with need.

With a final, deep thrust, Angelo sent them both over the edge. Allison cried out, her entire body tensing, then shuddering with the force of her climax. Angelo followed, his grip tightening as he filled her with his hot cum, holding her close as they rode out the waves of pleasure.

They stayed there for a moment, panting and spent, the water washing away the evidence of their passion.

Slowly, Angelo lowered Allison back onto her feet, keeping a steadying arm around her waist until she found her balance. They looked at each other, faces flushed and eyes bright with satisfaction.

“We might need some food,” Angelo panted with a grin, brushing a wet strand of hair from her face.

Allison laughed, her body still tingling from the aftershocks. “No pineapple pizza, though” she replied, leaning in to kiss him softly.

He chuckled against her lips, pulling back just enough to tease, “You think I’d order that abomination? I value my taste buds too much.”

Their kiss became hotter, burning Allison with its intensity, but her grumbling stomach made her reluctantly pull back.

“Okay, food,” she reminded both of them. Using some of the hotel’s soap, she cleaned the remnants of sex from her skin.

“I thought that’s what I was having the past hour.” Angelo smirked as he followed suit.

Allison rolled her eyes, a smile on her lips. Some of the alcohol-induced haze was starting to clear, and with it came a frenzy of nerves.

Her anxiety bubble burst when Angelo leaned towards her, dark eyes locking with her own as he reached behind her to—

Oh.

He just shut the shower off.

He grinned devilishly. “Have to save water.”

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