Page 130 of Hit Me With Your Best Shot

Eventually Austin grabs my wrist, pulling the showerhead away, her breath coming in short gasps. “Okay, okay,” she says, her voice trembling. “I can’t feel my legs.”

I lean down.

Slide my hands over her hips, around to her ass, bracing myself firm and steady as I heft her up. Press her against the wall and demand, “Put your legs around my waist.”

“You’re not going to drop me, are you?” she teases again, her voice softer this time, her lips brushing against mine with each word. “It’s slippery.”

I chuckle, leaning in close until my lips brush her ear. “I’m insulted you think I’d drop you. Do you have any idea how strong my legs are?”

Fit and thick like a motherfucker.

The heat of the water cascades over us as I press her gently against the wall, my hands firm but careful as I support her weight.

I grip her tighter, the pressure of her body fitting so perfectly against mine with her thighs locked around my waist. Her arms loop around my shoulders, nails lightly grazing my back, sending little jolts of electricity down my spine.

“I wasn’t questioning your strength,” she murmurs, her lips brushing my jawline. “Just concerned about the physics of this situation.”

I laugh, the sound deep and rumbling in my chest as I lean in to kiss her neck. “Physics is on our side, babe. You’re not going anywhere.”

Her breath hitches as I press my hips against her, the slickness of the water only making the contact between us moretantalizing. Her hands tighten in my hair, pulling slightly, and I groan in response, tilting my head to give her more access.

“You’re good at this,” she teases, her voice shaky but playful.

“Good at what?”

“Making me forget to be scared.”

I pull back just enough to meet her eyes, water dripping between us. “That’s because you trust me, babe.”

Her lips part, but no words come out. Instead, she pulls me closer, her mouth finding mine in a kiss so deep it leaves me breathless. The heat of the shower is nothing compared to the fire building between us, each kiss more urgent, more consuming.

I turn, the slick tiles steady beneath my feet as I move toward the bench, lowering myself onto it with her still wrapped around me.

Straddling my lap, she smirks, her wet hair clinging to her shoulders.

“This feels safer,” Austin jokes, her tone light. Relieved.

“Safer?” I echo, sliding my hands up her thighs and letting them rest on her rib cage, thumbs stroking her side-boob. “You think sitting on top of me is safer?”

“Well, I don’t have to worry about youdroppingme now.”

Our mouths fuse together.

She melts into me, her hands cupping my jaw as she kisses me like she’s claiming every part of me.

The heat builds between us, intensifying with every touch, every kiss, every soft gasp that escapes her lips as she lifts her ass…lines herself up with my rock hard cock…seats herself on top of me, completely impaled.

I groan.

Tilt my head back against the wall.

“This isn’t as easy as it looks,” Austin complains. “I don’t think I’m flexible enough for this.”

I laugh, adjusting my hips.

Thrusting up, doing most of the work.

“Just be still then and relax. I’ll do the work.”

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