I can’t do much more than blink and stare at him, more turned on than a vibrator in a sorority house. Because, while I might be getting used to freaking amazing sex, there’s no part of me that will ever remain composed when shit like that leaves his mouth.
“Thought so,” he murmurs before stepping up behind me.
My stomach tightens with anticipation as his head nudges against my hole, swiping over my rim before he finally presses forward ever so slightly. He crowns me, sliding past the rim before sinking in to the hilt, his pelvis flush against my ass.
I release a breath, my head dropping down as my body stretches to accommodate him, jacking my cock to help the process. He rains soft kisses over my shoulder when he slowly starts to move, testing the waters, and it draws a soft groan from his lips.
“You feel so good, baby. I could make a home inside your ass.”
I’d fucking let him.
Having him inside of me is nothing short of euphoric, and over the past weeks, I’ve become insatiable.
A glutton for him. An addict in need of a constant fix.
For his body, his praise, his time, his mind.
Him.
His hips collide with my ass cheeks, the only noise in the room now is that of water pouring over skin meeting skin, tangled with our rough breathing. I’ve been so turned on since stepping foot in the bathroom, I know it won’t take long for him to send me over the edge.
My hand shuttles over my dick as he picks up his pace, and I can feel release building and building inside me like two magnets ready to snap together at a moment’s notice.
“You’ve never looked better than you do right now. Bent in half, my cock buried inside you,” he whispers with a sensual roll of his hips, pegging my prostate. “I think you were made to take me like this.”
The filthy praise causes me to clench around him, bearing down on his length. The head of his cock continues stimulating that button, lighting me up like Times Square from the inside out. Desire knots on itself, building tension inside me, and I know my orgasm isrightthere as more foul words fall from his decadent lips.
“I can’t wait to fill you with my cum, baby. I love watching it spill from your ass when I pull out, knowing I’m the only one who’s claimed you.”
Oh, my fucking God.
My hand moves faster over my dick, wanting these sinful promises to come to life.
Needinghim to make good on them.
He’s riding my ass like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do, and every single movement shoves me closer and closer to the edge of the oblivion I crave. I press back into him too, responding to his thrusts in kind, chasing the pleasure his body so freely gives mine.
“I’m right there. Fuck, Hayes,” I pant, my forehead colliding with the cool wall of the shower. I’m heading into freefall, the lust coiling in my stomach until it’s wound so tight, there’s no other option but for it to snap.
“Come, baby. I’m right behind you.”
I stroke harder and faster at his command, chasing my release until cum jets from my cock, spilling over my hand and to the shower floor. Working myself through the orgasm, I feel my ass clench and pulse around his length, and it sends him into a downward spiral of his own.
His teeth sink into the skin between my shoulder and neck, the bite of pain causing my ass to clench around him, drawing out his orgasm until his movements cease completely.
“Fuck,” he whispers, panting and gasping.
Resting his forehead between my shoulder blades, we both catch our breath, his fingers skating up and down my ribs before he wraps his arms around my stomach. He clings to me, not a single molecule of air between our bodies while we both come down from the high.
“I feel flimsy like Jell-O,” I tell him with a laugh as he finally pulls out of me. I turn in his arms, my back pressing into the cool shower wall, only to find a little grin on his lips.
“Does that mean I wore you out too much to leave the condo today?”
Snorting, I shake my head. “Not to burst your bubble, but it’s the heat of the shower.”
“Well, good,” he murmurs, his eyes dancing with glee. “Because I have a surprise for you.”
Twenty-Seven