Page 91 of Frisco

Finally, he lifted his mouth only enough to growl, “My dick’s not been in you because I’ve been waiting. I want all of you. Not just your body or your mind. I want all of you.”

And as he said those words, he thrust inside. He went deep, his hand holding the back of my neck. “I know I don’t have all of you—not yet. But you want this? You’re getting it.”

He slid out, and then thrust in again. He went hard, almost aggressive, punishing.

I grasped his shoulders. I wanted this.

Yesss.

I gasped, as he moved again, I felt like I was being branded from the inside out.

I was his.

He had commanded it.

His thrusts were hard, rough. They weren’t smooth, but this wasn’t smooth between us.

It was raw. Desperate.

And so fucking needed.

My hips moved with him, and he kept my head anchored in his hand, but the rest of my body slammed into the wall. Over and over again.

He continued to kiss me, his tongue now in rhythm with his dick.

My fingers sank into his skin, holding on. We were frenzied. Both of us together.

Pleasure soared through me, rising, building…

He kept moving inside of me. In and out.

I dropped one of my hands to his hip, the other to the shower wall, and I began riding him, pushing up and out on my own. We moved into and against each other. Now that I was holding myself in place, his hand moved to my clit and began rubbing there slowly, almost tenderly—in total opposition to the way he moved inside of me.

He looked into my eyes, and I knew he could see inside of me, but I could see inside of him.

He needed this as much as I had, maybe more. No. Definitely more. Need flared bright in his gaze, and my emotions pressed up and threatened to burst out of my chest.

I was coming, but God, no. I didn’t want to. Not yet. I wanted to wait, to savor this.

He saw me fighting it back and shook his head before he grabbed both of my hips. He held me there, pausing before he slid out, almost all the way, but then he repositioned me. He held me higher up, moving in and I couldn’t do anything except wrap my arms around his neck, my legs closing around his back, my ankles hooking over each other.

I tucked my head as we bear hugged, and he began pounding up and into me, almost pistoning.

It sent me over the edge, and I shattered in his arms, my whole body seizing on my climax.

He kept moving, losing some of his intensity as he waited for me to come down, for my body to calm after the waves had crashed through me. Once I did, he pulled out and turned me in midair before pressing me against the shower wall. His hands found mine, his fingers lacing with mine as his cock slid back up inside of me.

He fucked me from behind, up and up and up until I starting to feel the tingling all over again, and I fell back into him. My head rested against his shoulder. He still thrust up into me, and he moved our joined hands between my legs, touching me there with my own fingers. We worked me to the edge together, and he paused until I cried out all over again. Then I felt him surge up, one last time, grinding and rotating until he came inside of me.

I was replete, boneless.

He eased out of me, pressing a soft kiss to my shoulder, and his hand moved up to circle my breast. I thought he’d say something, but he didn’t. He only held me. We were both shaking a little. After a few moments, he carried me out of the shower, grabbing some towels on the way.

Back in the bedroom, he tossed one down before settling me on it.

I eased back, shaken by what had just happened.

It’d been violent at moments, almost a domination sort of sex, but I was shaken because it had felt right for me. With him. Only him, though.

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