Page 53 of Fierce-Michael

“Just want to be prepared,” he said.

Since he was rock hard already it was hard to miss how prepared he was. “I don’t even get a warm up,” she said, frowning.

He had her back against the shower wall, the spray hitting his shoulders, his hand going between her legs and thrusting his fingers in.

She might have come that instant with that move if she wasn’t taken off guard. “Seems you’re pretty ready now.”

“Don’t waste it on your hand,” she said, letting out a moan and thrusting against him because her body just needed a bit more.

She pulled his hand out, then put his fingers on her waist and jumped up to wrap her legs around his hips like she’d said she was going to do.

He nudged himself inside of her and held her tight just like that.

“Fuck. Are you squeezing me?”

“I am,” she said. “You’re not the only one with a lot of control. Could I make you come this way?”

“I think you could,” he said. “Stop that.”

“Nope. I’ve never been able to come like this only, but I’m so close. Let’s try.”

“Not like I’ve got much of a choice,” he said. “Christ.” His jaw was clenched and she wanted to laugh at the power she held over him but had other things to concentrate on.

He held her like that while she worked her inner muscles around him as she had her other muscles in the gym.

She was slowly getting there. Not slowly, almost there right now.

She didn’t realize she was holding her breath until she let out a big whoosh of air. “I’m so close.”

“Good,” he said, “because I’m not sure how much longer I can last.”

“Are you okay? I think your legs are shaking.”

“I’m fine,” he said, but he had one hand on the wall now and was holding her against it.

His hips were starting to move too and it was exactly what she needed.

“Keep doing that.”

He increased his movements from little thrusts to almost jerky ones while she continued to squeeze him.

Then he almost withdrew all the way out and slid in and it was what it took to send her over, her calling his name and pulsing around him without any control at all.

Her back was against the cold tiles as he was pumping into her fast and furiously, then grunting and dropping his head on her shoulder.

“Jesus Christ,” he said. “You just drain me.”

“Am I too much work for you?” she asked playfully.

“Nope,” he said. “I’m up for the challenge.”

Kelly unhooked her legs from around his hips and slid down until her feet were touching in the tub.

She squeezed by him to get in front of the shower spray since it was still hot. She wasn’t sure how long that would last and grabbed her soap to clean up.

Michael was taking care of the condom behind her, then he moved the curtain and dropped it in her wastebasket.

She handed the soap off to him after she rinsed off. No reason to wash her hair as she didn’t want to take the time to dry it and would just leave it up in a ponytail on her head.

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